AN: Hi guys/gals,

I know what yer probably thinking: Who the heck is this?

Well, It's been months since my last update, so I don't blame ya.

I've been able to get a computer. Now, while hiding my fanfiction with a fixed screen is damn harder than hiding a laptop, I can't have my computer physically confiscated from me.

Since I have an actual mouse, using spellcheck is actually satisfying, and since this ain't a £30 laptop, it doesn't keep crashing. So writing is more fun.

Updates will be slow. I ain't just managing this, I'm spending a lot of my emotional energy trying to help several friends through some traumatic experiences. So sorry if I'm not always on the top of my game. My marks in tests are skyrocketing, so my parents are more lenient (read: They are allowing me to go on the pc, even if they dislike me writing fanfiction to the point I have to hide it).

By slow, I mean every few weeks. Perhaps I can get it to weekly eventually, but that's gonna take some months (Read: over time I'mma update faster).

I have decided to rewrite my fic, 'cause my old writing was bleeding into it far too much, and I didn't like the jerkiness of it.

So, to compensate somewhat, here an absolutely epic, if slightly OOC (Note: K=Chibi-Kakashi hasn't seen his dad kill himself yet. He- even if he's a bit stuck uppy- is still a kid. Even if he doesn't want to admit it :P)


"The human body has 7 trillion nerves, and some people manage to get on every single fucking one of them"


Chapter 7, Of Absolute Morons. And Glitter. Infernal, infernal glitter.


I glanced outside the classroom window as a single, brown-gold leaf detached itself from an old oak tree, a remnant of the pre-Konoha forest, before fluttering onto the frosty ground below.

I shook my head.

I need to be more shinobi-like. Concentration is key to becoming a good shinobi

Fingers brushed a tattered, hand-me-down textbook- we had plenty of money, but tou-san was still a bit of a Scrooge- as I glanced at the next paragraph.

"It's a well-known fact that the cornerstone of being a shinobi is obeying the shinobi rules-"

I'm well on my way to being a shinobi- I know all three academy jutsu, multiple extra jutsu, and all of the shinobi rules.

For example:

Shinobi are always vigilant

Shinobi always follow orders without hesitation

Shinobi must never defy their commanding officer

And, most importantly,

Shinobi are nought but tools of their Hokage

Shinobi are emotionless

Shinobi react to nothing; shinobi are calm, shinobi are composed

A loud voice blared out from behind me, something about a 'hokage' and a 'bestest sharingan'.

My eye twitched.

"Oi, sensai, sensai! Why do I have to work with Bakashi?! I work waay better with Rin-chan, I promise! Right, Rin-chan?"

Shinobi react to nothing; shinobi are calm, shinobi are composed

The idiot was met with muffled giggles from the Nohara girl.

"Rin-chaaan!" He slumped in his chair, forehead touching the table "You're ignoring me! I think " -cue a sniffle- " I'm going to cry! " -cue another melodramatic sniffle-. You could still see the childish glee in the twinkling of his eyes.

Shinobi react to nothing; shinobi are calm, shinobi are composed

Rin was quick to sit up and start to console him before she caught on and they started both started to giggle.

Shinobi react to nothing; shinobi are calm, shinobi are-

I paused.

-I'm not a shinobi yet

I scoffed.

"If you keep up with this attitude, dead last, you'll be dead before you reach chūnin."

And the magic was gone.

Obito did a one-eighty, his small grin turning into a mixture of shock and outrage

Clambering up onto his desk, he pointed a finger at me-

"Oi, Bakashi! I'm gonna be Hokage someday, just you wait, and when I'm Hokage, I'm gonna take your ass and take a meter ruler and-"

"OBITO-KUN" The class fell silent as Seiji-sensei demolished Obito "Kakashi-kun was right when he said that you'll die on the battlefields 'long before you reach chūnin', young man."

I almost winced. But then again, he deserved it.

Sensei grinned unpleasantly

"I believe that young Obito-kun has earned us a little grade-determining test today. Come on, my cute little students. Chop-chop."


My pant legs dampened from contact with the damp grass.

Fingers delicately grasped the ornate wooden brush, quickly and efficiently printing the rest of my name on the scroll, finishing my assignment.

Ka

ka

shi

Sitting back, satisfied, I indulged myself in a stretch.

After all, stretching is good for flexibility…

I think

A flake of soft, fluffy snow came to rest on my brow as I fell into thought.

I flicked it off, the fluffy material turning powdery before dampening my fingers.

Project: the analysis of a comrade

The idiotic thing, otherwise known as Uchiha Obito, was quick to label the source of our assignment his 'Rin-Chan'.

Pah

Once more, I set out to write the description of her behaviour as the idiot was probably trying to find as many synonyms for 'pretty' as he possibly could.

I ignored the deafening shouting from my right until I, well, couldn't

"Obito-san" I paused, noting the-

is that glitter?

-covering his forehead and hair.

He gave me a long, desperate look.

"Shhhhh" He glanced around, lying flat on the floor "Shut up Kakashi"

Why? The source of our assignment was starting to look our way.

I was torn between it's 'Kakashi-san', this is easily our longest interaction and why is Obito-san covered in pastel pink... glitter?

If Rin spotted Obito, she'd have said something

I paused, again-

He's annoying, but-

-my fingertips glowed lightly as I pushed yin and yang together, the energy seeping into the ground and gaining solidity as I moulded the tiny spot of the world like putty.

The wall is only a few feet tall, but it should suffice

Pushing minuscule traces of chakra to my feet, I lept sideways before punting the young Uchiha behind my makeshift barrier.

"Shut up and keep a small form"

Then the strangest thing happened.

Obito's lips tightened as he gained an outraged expression- as if he as about to prepare an angry outburst- before reverting to a look of shock and awe.

What?

"You-" He seemed to find it hard to articulate something "-helped- helped me." He trailed off, expectedly.

I rose an eyebrow.

He huffed.

"C'mon tell me, why?"

My eyebrow rose higher, and, perhaps in a childish manner, I replied.

"Why what?"

Obito's face took a slightly red tinge.

Anger, or from a shattered pride?

He mumbled something inarticulate. Raising a hand to my ear, I responded/

"What?"

Bit's of an 'm' and a 'elp' revealed themselves, but nothing much came out of his mouth.

"What?"

His face turned burning red.

"Why would you help me?"

I shrugged minutely.

"You are a comrade-in-arms. And as a fellow comrade-in-arms, it is my duty to help you."

He squinted.

"I smell something fishy, Kakashi"

Kakashi-san

I glanced around, catching a nondescript academy student glancing at the remnants of the glitter and giggling under her breath.

No, wait, she isn't 'nondescript', she's an Inuzuka

I stole a few glances at her as I finally put my finger on who she was.

Hold on a minute

"Obito-san" I whispered "I don't think you need to be worrying about being caught by Rin-san"

He squinted, before peeking out.

His eyes widened comically as the blood drained out of his face.

"Rin-chaaan, whyyyy".

She met his eyes and giggled under her breath, again.

My sixth sense blared into focus as her hand passed through a small stone -Bushin- as I leap into the air, narrowly missing the rush of something tinkling like a thousand streams of water, a thick, solid cylinder of tiny metallic objects.

I hit the ground hard, too wrapped up in analysis to remember to roll, before-

This isn't good

-suddenly, my vision was clouded by a shower of sparkles as I swatted away at the air furiously.

Dismay covered my face as I glanced at my once-pristine outfit, glitter, infernal glitter covering black camouflage gear.

Shinobi react to nothing; shinobi are calm, shinobi are composed

Pure fear ran up my spine like icy-cold water.

A little tear definitely ran down my face as I patted my glittery, sticky, matted hair.

I saw red.

Pausing, I glanced at Obito, as Obito glanced at me.

Ignoring the little voice whispering be a good shinobi, I started to think-

This is war, Rin-san


My blade spun around my fingers with a fluidity that spoke of years of practice, a trail of white chakra following it as I swung.

Soundlessly, the tree shifted before me, split, before with a groan and a deep, resonating thump, crashing to the floor, trunk cut diagonally, starting from the left and moving upwards."And" I paused, gloated to thin air "I still have it"

Haha, guess what Jiraya? Fuck you. Fuck you and your 'grey hair'. Hypocrite

I sheathed my sword as I turned around, the frosty autumn-come-winter air failing to bother me as I walked out of my wreckage.

That's about enough for today

Automatically, as my shoulders slumped slightly, accompanying my relatively relaxed state, my mind drifted to my sole son.

There is no doubt that, even on the first day, Kakashi would find himself a place among the academy's highest scorers.

In fact, he might just surpass Orochimaru-san's scores in ninjutsu and taijutsu- Kakashi is nearly genin level in those two already.

As I flickered over to the academy's gates, me being among the first few parents here, I could already see Kakashi, standing there, small smirk among his face as the rest of his class stared at him in pure awe, the teachers praising-

"Hatake-Kakashi, What do you have to say for yourself!".

Wait

"Apologize, NOW"

"Well-"

WHAT

AN: My re-write is going to be relatively fast- I'm definitely going to cut content from my last version of the fic. Hope you enjoyed.

Jae Nae o7