Author's Note (Mega Long Author's Note of SHAME): Okay, so a funny thing happened yesterday when I was editing parts of this story that were coming up. I was reading them and reading them and thought "fuck, this sounds way too much like it should be a Disney Movie". So, I thought "well, let me try and rework it and see if that helps". It didn't. So, then I decided to scrap the second half of the story and start over. Luckily, none of these chapters have been posted yet, so it isn't like I'm changing the story as far as you guys will know, but trust me on this, there was a lot of "destiny" and magic-like qualities to the version I wrote, and it was pretty cheesy. I mean, if it took place during the original Naruto timeline, it would've been fine, but Naruto Shippuden is definitely darker and so it doesn't feel right that this had practically a Disney ending when it took place during that time (not ragging on Disney, cause I love them, just saying that it wasn't Narutoesque). Also, there were some characters that I kinda used but not enough for me to actually use them, so they were kinda just thrown in and I didn't like that. So, I have chapter 8 and half of chapter 9 done, but this means I no longer have that awesome little cushion of chapters that I can post every three to five days. I know I'll post chapter 8 probably Monday or Wednesday because I do want to write more before I post after this, plus I want to make sure that I like this change better (which I think I do). So my apologies times 1,000,000,000!

Normal Author's Note: :) Thanks for the steady reviews and support! It makes me super happy ^_^ Posting two chapters today because this one is really short (this author's note might be just as long as it. woops.) So yeah, enjoy! :D

Chapter 6.B

No matter how exhausted Kakashi was, he could get the visions to go away. All of the sounds, sights, smells, feelings…everything was bombarding his head. Just the fact that he was getting sensory overload from memories was annoying enough, but even when he pushed through the fog, it was only to remember that from where he laid, through a wall and less than 100 feet away, his father had taken his own life.

As a kid, Kakashi always could never make sense of it. He went from hating his father to loving his father to hating himself to becoming egotistical. Back and forth his emotions bounced around until he finally just felt close to nothing. He couldn't wrap his little brain around why his dad did that, and could only come up with the explanation at first that he had done something wrong. Once he found out about the mission, his entire outlook on being a shinobi changed.

Finding his father's body had been an out-of-body experience. Everytime he remembered it, he saw it third person rather than in the first person he experienced it in. The psychologist he'd been forced to see after Obito died told him this was a kind of coping mechanism he was using to try and pull himself away from the experience.

It had been late at night, probably three or four in the morning, and something woke him up. He can't remember if he'd heard something or if he couldn't sleep anymore, but he was awake, and he had always had the habit of going into his father's room and snooping through his books if he woke up early. So, he got up and quietly walked to his father's room, making sure to not step on any of the creaky wood on the floor.

Slowly, he opened the door of his father's room, smiling to himself about all of the books he was going to find and maybe he could read one. All of that went away once he opened the door. The first thing he noticed was the sticky smell of blood. It was dark, so he didn't see anything, but that smell invaded his nose and made him want to vomit.

"Dad?" he called out as he walked into the room, trying to find the kerosene lamp that was on his dad's night table. After feeling around the side of the wall, he found it and turned it on. Lying on the floor was his father crumpled into himself, blood flowing freely from him. "Dad!"

Kakashi ran over to his dad, falling to his knees in front of him and pulling the kunai knife that was buried into his stomach out of him. He didn't know what to do, or what was going on or why his dad was dead. All he felt was an overwhelming sense of loneliness. His dad was dead, and there was nothing he could do about it, so, as if this would bring him back, Kakashi curled up next to him on the floor, taking his blood covered hand and putting it over top of him, just like his father would when Kakashi slept with him during thunderstorms. He laid his head against his cold chest, closed his eyes, and wished the entire world away.

Now 31 year old Kakashi got up out of bed and walked across the hall to his old bedroom, still avoiding every creak in the wood. He gently slid open the door and looked at Hiroshi, who was fast asleep. That day that Hiroshi had finally realized Akahana wasn't coming back was one of the most painful things for Kakashi to see, mostly because he saw his own self in him. But now, when he looks at his son, he sees someone who has overcome it, who has pushed past it all and just works hard. He sees someone that he is overwhelmingly proud of.

Another feeling hits him though, as he watches his son sleep off the exhaustion of overtraining. As he got older, he understood why his father did what he did; at least he can see the logic. He wanted to spare his son's name and restore some scrap of honor to them, so he did the most honorable thing he could think to do. Being a father himself now though, Kakashi couldn't imagine abandoning his son like that, no matter how much shame or dishonor was brought to their names. It had nothing to do with being a coward and afraid to do that if he had to. He just knew that his son needed him, and that no matter what his name meant to other people, he would still be the most important person to the world to him. He only knows this because of the mistakes of his father.