Dear Readers, thank you so much for sticking with this story. I apologize for the slight lag of the last chapter but I hope you enjoy this chapter. I also apologize for the long wait for this chapter. It took me a while to decide how I wanted to end this story but I believe I have come up with a decent ending. Though this chapter is also a lot longer than any of the others, which I guess makes sense since this is the last chapter. Now on with the finale.

They don't talk about him...no one does and yet there he is engraved into the mountain. It's as if the village is trying to forget the Sixth Hokage. Even the archive room has no information on the mysterious man. But at the same time Mama always tries to take the fifteenth of September off. I wonder if that is the day he died. Even Papa tries to come home during September.

One time I followed Mama to the grave yard where all the buried shinobi lie. I found her weeping over two unmarked graves. She never told me who was buried there or that she even went to those graves. I asked Shino-Sensei about the unmarked graves, but he didn't know anything about them. After receiving nothing from Shino-Sensei I went to Shizune-san, thinking she might give me an answer about the graves or the Sixth Hokage.

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"Shizune-san?" I call out after knocking on the door.

"Sarada is that you? Come in, come in!"

Quickly I pull off my training shoes and enter the large apartment. I had been here many times, since my mother was close to both Shizune-san and Tsunade-sama. Once in the living room I am greeted by the smiling older woman. She pulls me into her arms in a loving embrace.

"How are you doing Sarada? It's been ages since I've seen you."

"I've been doing well, just enduring Boruto." I reply politely while I sit down across from her.

Shizune-san chuckles as she picks up her forgotten cup of tea. "Boys really are troublesome, aren't they?" I force a smile in response but my need for an answer causes my farce to fall. Shizune-san watches me for a moment as she takes a long sip of tea. "But that's not what you've come to speak to me about is it?" I nod, and she waits for me to begin.

"Could you tell me about Lord Sixth?" She spills a bit of her tea and her breathing grows shallow. "I only ask because no one ever talks about him and I think my mama, papa and Lord Seventh knew him."

"Did anyone truly know him?" Shizune mumbles before making eye contact with me. "He was a g–…" There is a pause as she tries to find the correct word to describe the man. "He was a complicated man."

"How did my parents and Lord Seventh know him?" I ask hoping to press her into giving a more informative answer. But before she can answer a door opens and a man calls out.

"I'm back Baby! That mission was a nightmare! I can't believe they let those immature little brats-" his voice trails off as he sees me. "Oh, sorry Sarada."

"It's fine Genma-san." I say with the slight bow of my head.

"Genma, I'm glad you are back. Sarada was just visiting with me." Shizune explains.

Genma nods and takes a seat by Shizune. "So, what are we talking about or is this a woman thing?"

"Oh, we were just talking about her genin team. You know she is under Sarutobi Konohamaru right?"

With that I quickly realize my parents' generation isn't the only generation to not want to talk about Lord Sixth. The three of us continue a polite conversation before I finally find a way out. Once good byes have been said I run off to the Hokage's office. Lord Seventh must have an answer about his predecessor.

When I reach his office, I bump into Nara-sama, the Hokage's assistant.

"I apologize Nara-sama." I say immediately with a formal bow.

"It's okay. Do you need something Sarada?"

"Yes sir, I would like to speak with the Hokage."

The man narrows his eyes for a moment before directing me to a seat. "I'll tell him that you're here."

"Thank you Nara-sama." I reply with a less formal bow of my head. Once he disappears though, I begin to think over what exactly I want to say or ask. Then the door opens again. Without any more time, the clan head nods his head for me to go in a talk to the Hokage. Carefully and respectfully I enter the office and bow.

"Hey there Sarada, how ya' doing?" asks the Hokage.

"I'm doing well Hokage-sama and yourself?"

"Good, could be better. But I'm very happy that you came to visit me. Now how can I help you?"

I chew my lip for a moment thinking of how best to approach the subject no one wanted to speak about. "Sir, I've been doing some research about the Hokages but I have found that there is very little information about the sixth Hokage. And I was wondering if you could tell me about him."

Lord Seventh sits up a bit straighter and breathes deeply in and out. "What brought this on Sarada?"

He saw right through that flimsy cover, he knows I only care about Lord Sixth. I stiffen my stance hoping a frontal assault will work. "Why does no one talk about him? Shino-sensei and Shizune-san would say anything useful about him. There is little to no information about him in the records, classes don't teach about him and it seems like you, Papa and Mama all knew him at some point. So why all the secrecy?" I burst out.

"First, your mother and I will be having a conversation about sneaking into the archives room." I feel my face flush, I had stupidly given myself away. His expression changes from concern about my disobedience to something hallow. It's as if something terrible consumed his blue eyes. He pauses for a moment covering the expression in his eyes. "Second, there isn't much I can tell you about him."

He stops again and searches, just like Shizune-san, for the right words to come to him.

"Is he dead?" I ask just for confirmation, I'm already pretty sure the man is dead.

"Yes." There is another silence as the Hokage gets lost in his own thoughts…or even memories. "Sarada, please don't ask around about him anymore. His memory…it is very painful for many people, including your mother."

The Hokage's eyes fall on me again and I let out a small gasp as I see the raw emotion coming from him. His lower jaw has a slight tremble that he attempts to control. His eyes seem to pierce and envelope me into his pain. When I finally pull myself away from his haunted expression, I let out a labored breath. What in the world had the Sixth Hokage done?

I feel myself take a step backward. I wasn't expecting this powerful of a reaction. I didn't even know a human could feel such an intensely sad emotion. Tears begin to form in my eyes and I wonder if the Hokage has put me into a genjutsu. Lord Seventh snaps out of his thoughts when he realizes I'm crying. Immediately the sorrow is pushed aside, and gentle expression appears on his face.

"Sarada, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to—well…You should get going." Lord Seventh gives me a small smile and gestures for me to leave.

I bow and leave, the shock of emotion still running through me. What could have possibly happened to the Sixth Hokage that would cause such pain from Lord Seventh?

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"Shikamaru?"

"Yes?"

"Have someone keep an eye on the Compound. I don't want this to become more gossip than it already was."

"Naruto, maybe it's time to finally forgive yourself. Kaka-"

"That was an order Nara-san."

"Yes, sir."

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"Sarada! Sarada!"

I look up as I see Boruto running towards me, yelling. What was it going to be this time? I had just gotten a hold of my emotions after meeting with the Hokage, I did not have the energy to humor Boruto.

"Sarada I've got an idea!"

"Oh yeah what is that going to be?" I reply sarcastically

"Don't be so snippy at me! It's going to be fun! Even Mitsuki thinks it will be interesting don't ya'?"

I glance at the other boy who shrugs sheepishly. "What do you both have planned, because I might as well be apart of it to save your scrawny butts."

Boruto huffs at this but explains the plan. "Well since we have today off we should have a bit of fun and learn about the tales from our village."

"Wow Boruto you may have come up with something interesting after all. What have you come up with?" I reply feeling impressed with Boruto's idea.

"Well there's the that abandoned house down by the river. Nobody knows much about the house besides all the rumors." Boruto pitches as he makes a creepy face, to which I roll my eyes to.

"Wasn't that house from one of the old clans?" Put in Mitsuki, who seemed very interested in this house.

I ponder what Mitsuki said for a moment. Which old clan though, there were several clans that had died out.

"Apparently the house is cursed to stay intact because it survived the Nine-tails, Pein and the Fourth Great War." Added Boruto

"What kind of curse is that Boruto?" I ask suspiciously. "That doesn't sound like any curse I've heard of."

"No! Really Sarada. There's been like dozens of disappearance and deaths in that house. So much so that some people call it The Suicide House."

Both Mitsuki and I glance at each other. Suddenly this doesn't seem like such a great idea. An old cursed clan house that has been nicknamed The Suicide House, this seems creepy. Boruto picks up on our uneasiness.

"Hey guys it's only a rumor! Most of it probably isn't true. Come on this will be fun!"

Boruto runs off while Mitsuki and I trail behind doubting this will be as fun as Boruto thinks it will be. The house is much further than I had expected as our team walks further and further away from the bustling center of the city. Soon the modern looking buildings turn into a mix of traditional and modern styles until we come to the edge of the generally living district. Here the houses are purely traditional. They seem to give off the air of permanence and solitude. It's no wonder these houses weren't damaged by all the attacks, all of them are so far away from the center of town. It almost feels like we have traveled back in time, to an era of instability and war. The villagers here are also dressed traditionally and presumably live in a traditional way.

Boruto nudges me and points to the old house we were looking for. None of us talked as we stare at the almost dull looking house. There was no flair like any other clan. In the front was a simple wood fence. The plants in front of the house were trimmed and the fence looked like it had replaced an older fence. In about the center of the fence there was a gap, so someone could enter the compound. At the entrance there were two steps up to the house and a little canopy to cover the person as they would enter the house. To the left of the fence was a worn wooden mailbox with something inscribed on it, probably the clan name.

Why did the house look like it was being taken care of if it was abandoned? If this really was a clan house why did it look so…opposite of every clan house I've seen?

"We should go in." I hear myself say. Apart of me hopes this house is connected to the Sixth Hokage, so that I can get my answers.

The boys follow my lead as the three of us take a few steps to the fence. Here I take a moment to try and read the inscription on the mailbox. Unfortunately, the name had all but faded away leaving only the kanji character 'ke'.

In a triangle formation we approach the front door. I glance at the other two and almost reverently slide the door open. Surprisingly enough it was unlocked and without traps, that we could see of. Filing into the house in single formation we all take off our shoes, as we all have a feeling it is only respectful to do so. There is a small dirt floor with a step on to the wood paneled flooring where we all assume we should put our shoes.

The inside of the house is simple, almost thread bear. The sunshine of the day seems to not quite reach through the shoji, only adding to the dark feel of the house. In its' simplicity there is an ominous atmosphere that seems to take our breath away. Quietly we all take a few steps on to the wood floor and into the main hall. To our left was a hall with several rooms and to our right was a short hallway leading to a kitchen and laundry room presumably. In front of us was a wall, probably containing another room.

"Now what?" asks Boruto

Mitsuki and Boruto look to me for my answer but I don't have a clear answer. Do we continue with our intrusion? We might as well now that we are inside.

"You two go right I'll check down this hall." I say pointing to our left. Mitsuki and Boruto nod and quietly make their way to the right.

I take a deep breath and look down the hall. There are answers here, but they may not be the answers I desire. Almost silently I walk the old hall. As I continue the scent of blood washes over me. My heart drops and I begin to shake. Each step I take feels extremely heavy, but I continue. When I reach the last door on the right I bite my lip in dread. This house was named The Suicide House for a reason. With my shaking hand I slide open the door. A rush of stale blood fills my senses and the dark stain on the tatami mesmerizes me. There seemed to be two different stains on the tatami mats. One was faded and spread a meter or so from the epicenter. The second was smaller and a darker shade of burgundy.

I want to scream in horror, but my voice falls silent. Bile rises in my throat and tears begin to flood. All I can do is stare at the stains as tears flow down my cheeks. Everything seems to click for me. There had been two suicides in this house. One occurred many years ago and the second much later. But what sickened me the most was the fact the second suicide took place in the same room and most likely same position as the first. The larger blood stains seemed to allude to the body not being discovered for quite some time. Meaning, it had been expertly planned. The smaller stain point to a less planned…death. It was disturbing for the second person to choose to die here.

A hand is suddenly placed over my eyes as someone pulls me into a hug. I hear the door shut and I let out a quiet sob. Strong arms pick me up and carry me, like a baby, back down that hallway and out of that god-forsaken house. I don't notice much after that as I keep my eyes shut. I don't ever want to see that house or room again. Finally, the shinobi who carried me away from the house places me carefully down against a tree. When I open my eyes, I see Boruto and Mitsuki standing in front of me looking extremely concerned. To my right is the shinobi who spirited me away, Rock Lee.

The man watches us for a moment, looking sterner than I had ever seen him. In his eyes though was the same expression the Seventh had. If Lord Sixth had anything to do with those two blood stains I didn't want anything to do with him.

"Do you have anything to say for yourselves?" Lee-san asks.

"We…we wanted to learn about the tales from our village." Replies Boruto as he tries his best to not make eye contact with the tai-jutsu master.

"Have you satisfied your curiosity?!" Lee-san demands as rage takes over the pain.

All of us flinch. The tears have finally stopped, and the weight of my actions hit me. Why did I have to push it? Why didn't I just leave all this alone? He leaves us in contemplative silence and dread fills me. What is Mama going to say about this, let alone the Hokage? The painful silence continues until Lee-san is just about fed up with our behavior.

"Lee! Leave them be." Calls out a voice. Instantly Lee-san straightens his posture and turns to a man in a wheel chair. That man was Might Gai, a veteran of the Fourth War. "Thank you for retrieving them. Tell the Hokage I will talk to them and that I will take full responsibility for their crimes."

I don't even notice how Lee-san responds as the word crimes fill my head. I committed a crime…I'll never be Hokage now.

The older man wheels over to us and inspects us carefully. It almost feels like he is weighing our souls for judgement. Then for a while he looks up at the clouds.

"Tell me what you see in the clouds," He says with his full attention on the clouds.

All three of us look at each other in confusion. What was this about? We just committed a crime! Shouldn't he be passing judgement? In our confusion none of us answer. The man lets out a big sigh but gives us a kind smile.

"What did you three do wrong?" he asks patiently.

"We broke into a house." I say feeling remorse for the action.

"Yes, you did. But you didn't just break into any house now did you?"

"No, we didn't." This time Boruto replies. "We broke into an abandoned house."

"And what did you all find?" asks Gai-san leaning back in his chair.

"A dark place filled with the stench of blood." Replies Mitsuki.

Gai-san doesn't reply for a moment as he looks back up at the sky. "Yes, it is a dark place." He says absent mindedly. "But it once was a happy vibrant home."

"Are you going to tell us about what happened there?" asks Boruto after another moment of silence. There was a slight hesitancy in Boruto's voice, as if he wanted to hear the story but he also didn't want to hear the truth about The Suicide House.

"No, I don't think I will. Some stories are better off untold. All you need to know is that two men tragically died there, beyond that there isn't any information really necessary for you three."

Gai-san didn't confirm or deny anything we didn't already know…but honestly what does it matter?

"Will you tell us about the two men, before they died I mean." Mitsuki asks as he finally makes eye contact with Gai-san.

There is an odd silence after Mitsuki's question as Gai-san suddenly smiles. The joy etched on his face is blinding. Just what would make this man so happy?

"No but I will tell you about my best friend and eternal rival Sukea!" Gai-san proclaims with a big thumbs up.

"But—but what about our punishment?" I ask, worried that Mama may choose the punishment.

Gai-san chuckles. "Your team punishment is to listen to all my stories about Sukea, no matter how long I drone on or how many times I repeat myself. So, whenever you are in the village without a mission or training you will take some time to come see me and hear all my stories about my best friend Sukea."

All our mouths drop in shock. That was it? Just listen to him tell stories.

"But what about the Hokage?" Mitsuki challenges, probably thinking the Hokage could and would change the issuing of punishment.

Gai-san laughs at this. "I think it's my right to give you a punishment since I've owned that property for the past ten years. Now enough with the questions. Your punishment starts now! Sukea and I were rivals from an early age on when I pronounced him to be my rival. But he didn't really catch on until much later…"

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It wasn't until much later that I learned Sukea was the Sixth Hokage and that the first blood stain was from Sukeas' father. But no matter how tragic their deaths were Sukea lived as a legend. And while some members of Team Kakashi were unable to move on, the name Sukea gave them hope that the Sixth Hokage would not be shamed for eternity.

The name Hatake Kakashi was lost to time and even now only Boruto, Mitsuki and I know that name in relation to Lord Sixth.

THE END

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PS: I might write one alternate ending, but I'm not quite sure if this story will need one or not. How about you guys decide? If you would like an alternate ending answer as a review or message me if you please. I have greatly enjoyed writing this story and would not mind writing one more chapter for it.