I'm back! I know I promised to give you this last chapter soon and it has been over a month, I think. But the good news is I have been working hard on these last two stories of Emma and Kakashi and their kids. I have been working with wonderfully talented and intuitive Rayne Storms Ink. She has graciously agreed to create a picture of the Hatake family. It can be found on her deviantart account. The links are below for your viewing pleasure to see the family as I have imagined them into being.

this is for the picture on deviantart. I'm sorry I can't just post the links.

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this for her fanfiction account.

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This first prompt was inspired by simplegirl42 who suggested:

"Orrrrr like lets say Kakashi tells her Naruto and Hinata are dating and Emma all of a sudden jumps for joy which Kakashi looks at her strange and Emma mentions how that they were her favorite couple she wanted to happen."

Once again I just couldn't say no to an idea that captivated my mind. Here you are.

Kakashi had barely walked in door from a late night as the Hokage when his legs were tackled by his three year old son, Ichiro. Kakashi immediately picked him up and flipped him upside down the way he loved. The enthusiastic and energetic toddler let out an ear piercing squeal of delight as well as a beaming smile for his father as he was held up by his ankles.

"It's good to see you too, Ichiro. Were you a good boy?" He asked.

Ignoring the question all together he said,"Daddy, need to potty." Kakashi set him down and watched him run off to the bathroom. Emma walked into the living room from the kitchen looking far more rested than he felt. It appeared she had become skillful enough to deal with Ichiro which made her job of mothering him much easier. Not to mention that Ichiro was getting older and started on an independent streak. He ate without being told to and went to the bathroom without being coaxed. He even managed to pull on his pants and dressed himself for the day, though they sometimes ended up backward and he refused to let Emma fix them.

"Hello, how was your day?" She asked.

"Not bad," Kakashi said, flopping down on the couch with a groan. "It's just been paperwork and missions like always. Naruto stopped in. He and Hinata are getting married."

"Finally!" She shouted. Kakashi looked around to her in surprise. "I knew it would happen soon! It's about time." She pumped her fists in the air and laughed with delight.

"You knew?" He asked. He had been one of the first to know. He didn't think anyone but Hinata's family and Naruto's team knew yet.

"Are you forgetting how I know things, Kakashi?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.

Ah. That's what it was. Her knowledge of this world let her know about Naruto and Hinata. It had been so long he had nearly forgotten about it.

"No. I just didn't know how far into the future you did know."

"Not much farther now. Maybe the end of the year," she said thoughtfully with a distant expression.

"Hmm. It's strange seeing Naruto all grown up. I can still see the knucklehead the first day he was placed on my team." Kakashi laughed to himself as he remembered some of the crazier antics of the village's hero.

"You think that's strange; wait till you hear about Sai," she muttered quietly.

"Sai? What about him?" He asked curiously, his hearing still as good as it always was.

She waved her hand in the air, marking her words as unimportant. "I'm sure we'll hear soon enough. Oh, and we should hear about Sakura and Sasuke, too. Just about the whole rookie nine actually..." She trailed off deep in thought trying to remember all she knew.

"You're enjoying this aren't you?" He said with a smirk.

"I'm seeing my favorite show getting acted out in front of my eyes. Of course I'm enjoying it!"

His eyebrows lowered as he thought for a moment.

"If you knew the entire story without your involvement in it, then whatever happened to me without you?" He asked.

She smiled at him knowingly.

"Since the first day I came here I had to hold all of my knowledge of this world as my own secret. But ever since we got married I have been dying for you to ask that question." Kakashi sat forward on the couch listening intently. He couldn't even see his life happening without this beautiful woman by his side. He wondered what would have become of him if he never met her. Many people wondered this very conundrum. 'What would I do without you?', they always asked. But this woman, his wife, really did hold that very answer.

"Are you going to tell me then?" He asked.

"You became Hokage, you fought in the war just like you have already done. As for marriage and children," she smiled at him again, "I suppose you never found the right woman."

His eyes turned soft and he stood to envelope her in a tight embrace. He pulled off his mask and hitate-ate and let his forehead and nose touch hers. They stood innocently, drinking each other in through contact.

"That's because you weren't here. Without you, none of this would mean anything. I would have lived as I always had, a husk of a man only living out of duty and honor. If their was ever a doubt in my mind that you are the one for me, that drowned it out forever. You are everything to me, Emma."

"The same goes for me. I wouldn't really be living if it weren't for you. I love you, Kakashi." They kissed, sweet and slow. They had the rest of their lives and there was no need to burn each other with flaming hot kisses that fizzled out quickly like dry straw. Their kiss warmed their hearts and bodies like sinking into a bath that was just the right temperature. Warm bubbly feelings of contentment and bliss endured longer than the bright blazing fire of new love.

Emma ended the kiss far too early for Kakashi's liking. She left his embrace and stalked to the bathroom and Kakashi knew what the problem was just after she realised it herself.

Ichiro was an explorer. If he could see it, he could get into it. With toddlers the rule of thumb was silence equaled trouble and Ichiro had been completely silent for several minutes. Kakashi sighed balefully and followed his wife to the destruction as she muttered to herself.

"Hatake Ichiro, I swear if you are playing in that toilet again..."

This is the last and probably my favorite as we see the kids all become ninja. This is the scene that has been drawn up by Rayne Storms Ink that you can see from the links at the beginning of this chapter.

This comes from those that wished for an epilogue 2.0. I couldn't just leave you with the image of tiny children without telling you about who they become when they are older.

"Congratulations!" Emma shouted as Akito ran to them from the academy doors. She quickly enveloped her youngest into a tight hug. Akito, Emma and Kakashi's third and last child, had just graduated from the academy and received his hitae-ate. "All my babies have become ninja," she whined sadly.

"Mom," Akito whined from his position against his mother's chest, "people are staring." He looked around to his former classmates to see them pointing and laughing at the new ninja that still received hugs from his mother. He blushed.

"Come on, mom. You'll embarrass him in front of his new team." Ichiro's calm voice coaxed their mother to let go. Emma leaned down and planted a loud kiss on his new forehead protector. Akito jumped away from his mother and rubbed his sleeve on the metal to wipe away any marks.

Akito, the youngest of the Hatake siblings, had just graduated from the academy at age 11. He was the only one to have inherited his mother's chocolate brown locks, though she always remarked that he looked almost exactly like his father when he was young. His soft, spiky hair was trimmed short, enough to pass his ears if it laid flat. A lock he couldn't control laid underneath his brand new forehead protector and stuck out over his nose slightly. He was a bright child with the same dark eyes as the other male members of the Hatake clan. Each of Kakashi's children were regarded as geniuses in their own right and each were in the top of their respective classes.

"Hey, congrats, little brother." Ichiro ruffled Akito's hair playfully. He shoved his older brother's hand away with a grin and ran a hand through his hair to tame it again.

Ichiro stood nearly as tall as their father, with barely an inch separating their heights. Though he kept his silver hair shorter than Kakashi and didn't wear his father's trademark mask, he was still mistaken with the copy ninja nearly everywhere he went. His hair even tended to lean to the left just as his father's did and his dark onyx eyes didn't help distinguish one from the other. Ichiro didn't mind the confusion. With his laid back attitude he regularly laughed at the situation. There had been more than once instance where he had been mistaken for the 6th Hokage on a mission and his enemies had fled long before their could realize their mistake.

Since no one knew what the copy ninja's face really looked like, no one knew that Ichiro's facial features were not exactly like his father's. It was only the times Ichiro stood next to his mother that one could see the subtleties he inherited.

Ichiro had made it into anbu a few years ago at the age of 16. The enemies he faced off against learned of his name and heritage as a Hatake through the use of the chidori. He had quickly made a name for himself on his first few missions. He became known as The White Shadow of the Leaf. The story was when you were about to be on the receiving end of the chidori, The White Shadow moved so quickly he was nothing but a blur of white hair. Due to the light given off of the ball of lightning in his hand his figure gave no shadow on the ground. The light from the chidori blinded everything around it in shadow, making the last thing anyone saw was a stark white relief of hair in the darkness. He had earned the fear of his enemies and the respect of his fellow shinobi through his own actions, not just because he was the son of the Copy ninja Hokage and the grandson of the White Fang.

"The easiest part is over now," Kakashi said to their youngest.

Emma smacked Kakashi's arm. "Oh, Kakashi, don't be so negative."

"He's right, ma," Tamiko cut in. "The academy is easy. Now he's got to train every day."

Tamiko had recently become a chunin at the age of 13. Though she was just as talented as her brothers she always felt the need to prove herself. Every day she trained to lessen the gap between Ichiro's skill level and her own, marking the day she beat him as the day she would finally be a great ninja. She wore her hair up in a high ponytail that weaved into a braid down to her lower back. Her bangs remained long and laid in spiky trails down the left side of her face. Her eyes were very much like her mother's. Though the orbs that shined in evergreen crinkled like the rest of the Hatake family when they smiled. She wore her forehead protector around her neck, slipping it to the side collar of her chunin jacket that was zipped halfway up a long sleeve, lilac purple shirt. She wore the same finger-less gloves as her father and older brother as well as the wrappings around her legs.

Tamiko had claimed Ichiro to be her unofficial rival. If he had achieved it, she had to do it too. She wanted to join anbu and make a name for herself just like her father and brother. But she didn't want to simply follow in their footsteps to be like them. She desperately wanted to be known and revered in her own right. She didn't want to be known as the daughter of the Hokage or the sister of the White Shadow. She wanted her own name to be whispered in fear and shouted in a toast of respect. She only saw her rivalry with her older brother as a milestone. Once she was able to beat him then fame could only be just out of her reach.

"So, Akito, what is your dream?" Emma asked.

"My dream?" Akito tilted his head slightly like a curious puppy.

"When you meet your team tomorrow everyone will share their dreams. You should know what you aspire to do so you can share it." Kakashi clarified.

Akito pondered for a few moments when his sister interrupted.

"I'm going to be a master ninjutzu wielder. I'm going to know more jutzu than even da! I'll be so fast at wielding hand signs my enemies won't know what hit them! I'm going to be so famous that everyone is going to know my name and when they see me they will run away after peeing their pants." Tamiko smiled, proud of herself with her dream.

"Well," Ichiro began, "I'm already an anbu captain but I'm not going to settle for a rank below dad's. So, I've got to become Hokage." He clapped his father on the shoulder with good humor. "Better watch out, dad. By the time I'm your age I'll be more famous than you are now."

"I want to be a sensei!" Akito declared.

"A sensei?" Emma asked.

"Yeah, all my classmates say I'm really good at helping with homework. So, I want to teach others."

"That will take quite a lot of work. You'll need to become a jonin if you want to have your own team." Kakashi said.

"That means you can't slack off, Aki." Tamiko said to her little brother. "You have to work really hard like Ichi and I."

"I will! I'll work super hard and be the best sensei ever!" Akito shouted.

"Great," Ichiro smiled. "We can all train together."

Emma glared up at her oldest child. "Hatake Ichiro, if you train in my back yard again I will make you three replace the grass blade by blade."

Ichiro scratched the back of his head sheepishly and smiled nervously at his mother.

"Hey, I just used the water dragon. Ichi was the one that killed the grass with chidori." Tamiko whined attempting to clear the record for what seemed like the hundredth time.

"Which means," Emma began patiently, "both of you were responsible for nearly killing your brother the last time you had a fight."

Tamiko 'humph'ed and crossed her arms mumbling that it still wasn't her fault.

"You can train in the training grounds like everyone else." Kakashi stated cheerfully over the sound of his daughter's mumbling. He rested a hand on her head to show his affection and bring her out of her reverie. She groaned and swatted at his hand, running her hands down her neat hair. Kakashi chuckled under his breath at his child.

"Can we go now?" Akito brightened as he spoke to both of his siblings. "I'm a real ninja now and I want to test out my skills."

"Sure, Akito." Ichiro agreed. "But it won't be any different from last week."

"I wasn't a ninja last week, Ichi. I am now." He said eagerly, adjusting his forehead protector for all to see.

"Alright, alright, calm down. We can head over now if you want." Ichiro looked to their father. "You want to come with us, dad?"

"Da's too old and retired." Tamiko cut in before Kakashi could speak. "He can't take on all three of us anymore. He should go home with ma."

Emma laughed softly and shook her head. Kakashi slumped, let down from the lack of faith his own children had in him. Emma patted his arm hoping to lessen his disappointment. His children had never witnessed him in battle nor were they old enough to know the rumors of his skills were more than just exaggerated legends.

"No permanent injuries, you four." Emma said with practiced patience. "And I want you all home for dinner." Emma shook her head again as they walked off. Her children were about to learn the hard way why their father became known for his prowess, versatility and skills. He didn't become the 6th Hokage for nothing. She walked home as they all left for the training fields. She already planned to bring out her extensive first aid kit to patch up her family... again.

Thank you to all who have showed your support through this journey. Trust Me is officially over.

There is a light at the end of the tunnel for all that enjoy my writing. I have many (possibly way too many in my opinion) stories in the works. At least three of which are Naruto based. I hope to have them up as soon as life permits me time to work on them.

Thank you once again and please let me know what you think.