I was standing in front of Kakashi, panting and sweaty, my tanto in its sash and I was waiting for his comment, but it looked like he had forgotten what to say for a moment.

"Your kata was good." he told me with a smile under his mask. "Singing actually helped you focus, I could see it on you." I nodded. "What language was that?" he quirked and then I realized. He hadn't understood a word. Wow, that was wild. But then again he was Japanese in an ancient Japanese world.

"English, the language your sensei used in his notebook." I explained and he nodded. "I began learning English when I was around twelve years old, it's like a second language." I shrugged. "But even like that I could never say I am fluent in it." he nodded.

I sighed and took my tanto out of its sash and I watched it. It was a simple tanto, hard and sharp, but its handle was really elegant and it had carved not only my name – Nara Shikanai – but a deer on it as well.

"You said I was one of your favorite characters." Kakashi began and I looked up to meet his eyes. "But the show was about Naruto. How was I in it? Did it show me as part of ANBU?" oh, right… He didn't know he would be basically fired from his post. Well… Hehe… How to tell him? Oh hey, in about one year you would be fired from your best job, and yeah… No… I had to dodge him somehow.

"Well, yeah. The show showed how you worked." I said, which was basically true, it did show how Kakashi was a sensei, it showed how he worked. Plus, there were those clips that I watched about him as a young ANBU member.

"That means you know basic information about ANBU." he stated and I shook my head - well, it did show, but not that much... Gah, Kakashi!

"Hey, it's complicated, I cannot say anything, but the show focused on the time when Naruto was twelve years old, so I'm really in fog until that year." I shrugged. "As we come closer and closer to that period, things begin to settle I guess." he nodded, accepting that. There, he still had no idea that he would be fired. Huh. I'd make a decent liar.

He took out a scroll from his pouch and opened it, I tried to see what was written on it, but I couldn't see much, and then he formed some hand-seals and brought his hands down. In the next moment, smoke covered the place and when it dissipated I felt my heart stop for a moment.

"I-is that-that…" I pointed a trembling finger.

"You heard of it?" he asked and I vehemently nodded my head.

"The White Light Chakra Sabre." I breathed out.

"Yes." he chuckled seeing my reaction.

"Wow." I didn't care that my mouth was agape. "You have no idea how excited I'm on the inside, the fangirl living in me is screaming from excitement," I told him in an even voice, but I had eyes only for the tanto.

"It's just a tanto." he said with slight disgust, I shook my head.

"No, it's not just a tanto." I pointed it out loud, not letting him say any words. "It's The Tanto." I put a hand to my head and sighed dramatically. "You'd never understand how big that thing is." he chuckled, but he sounded uncomfortable. "But I guess in this world, it's just a tanto for you…" and painful memory. "So, why did you bring it? And shouldn't it be shattered?"

"I repaired it and I want to spar a little with you, using these." he pointed at the blades. "Not for long, I just want to see where you stand in tantojutsu, after all, it has been a long time since we did that." I nodded, even though knowing, that it hadn't been that long ago, he just happened to get a longer mission and so days went by since then. "You feel up to it?" he asked in a challenging tone and I nodded.

"Bring it on, Hatake." I smiled teasingly.


Apparently, I sucked at tantojutsu compared to Kakashi, which wasn't big news for me. Heck, I bet the guy was born with that White Light Chakra Sabre of his in his tiny chubby hands. Huh. Try to picture a baby Kakashi with a tanto in his hands. Anyway, I tried to attack Kakashi, but of course, I knew I had no chance to actually beat him, heck, I had no chance to even touch the guy. So, I was pinned down by his tanto in no time. Troublesome. I sighed and he helped me up.

"Could you be less of a genius for a moment?" I pouted with arms crossed.


Later on, we went back to his apartment and ate, he was a good cook, a really good one, so I tried to not ignore the elephant in the room and get to the point. He was finishing up washing the dishes when I began.

"You're really skinny." I told him, but he didn't give any reaction away. "Are you eating properly?" I asked him and he shrugged.

"Sometimes I forget, sometimes I'm on a missi-" he cut himself when he saw my livid gaze.

"No." I hissed at him. "You're-"

"Shikanai." he tried to cut in.

"No!" I growled and he shut up. "Listen, I don't care if you're on the verge of death or just sick or injured, you come to me if you cannot take care of yourself, you understand?" he only watched me, letting his hands dry. "I don't even want to hear any excuse, you hear me Hatake? Whatever happens, you will take care of yourself or I will!" I hissed at his blank face.

"Why?" he breathed out, his face blank.

"Because I care about you!" I almost shouted. How could he not take care of himself because he forgot?! He couldn't just forget to eat! He was a damn shinobi! Damn it! But then I found myself between his arms and chest and I could not help myself, I hugged him back. "Please, alright? I really care about you." I told him in a calmer tone and he nodded.

"I'll try, but I can't promise anything." well, of course, he couldn't, he was a shinobi, after all, he could die on any mission.

After he let me go, he ruffled my hair and smiled at me, but I saw a strange glint in his eyes. It looked like pain, I wanted to ask what was going on, but then he told me that he had to write a report about a mission he did, so I could do whatever I wanted if I didn't disturb him. I nodded at that and decided to take my notebook and a pencil, he was sitting on the couch, writing the report on his lap, and I was sitting on the floor, next to his legs, drawing in my notebook. We sat in comfortable silence, both of us doing our own work and I felt at peace, I loved painting and I liked drawing, both helped with my emotional control. So, I really needed to pour some emotion on paper, especially after that hectic dream I had.

"You can sing and draw." he told me after a while and I hummed in affirmation. "Were you an artist?" I shook my head.

"No, but I liked drawing and painting, I wasn't extremely good, but I had good visual memory, so if I focused on it, I could do some good paintings and drawings. I could not sing well, but I could play on an instrument." I told him, not bothering to look up. "I had many hobbies, but my favorite was taking photographs of little insignificant things or places I thought were beautiful." I shrugged.

I turned back, he began writing the report again, and I continued doing the drawing. Before I realized I was humming a song from my past life.

I didn't realize when he had finished his report and or when he leaned forward to watch me, nor did I realize when I began repeating the song over and over again. But I finished the drawing. It was a forest, a deer was situated in the center, and next to her, stood different colored deer, some were taller and bulkier, others were shorter and had a mischievous glint in their eyes. They looked at the one in the center, but she wasn't looking at them, she was watching her drawer. Me. Because she represented me and the others represented those people I should let in.

I put the notebook aside and turned to Kakashi.

"So, what now?" I asked, looking at the clock, it was well into the evening.

"I don't understand, you have talent in everything you touch, and yet by your grades, you're between the last ones." he told me and I snorted.

"I don't care about the Academy that much, I know all the things they teach us. Shikamaru and I read everything we found at home, so we know the stuff, it's just…" I sighed. "None of us wants to become a shinobi that much, after the psychological test some years ago." Kakashi visibly flinched, so he remembered that one. "We both changed. If we graduate early, because of our brain, we will end up either in ANBU or in Root. Don't get me wrong, I have no problem with ANBU, it's just neither of us wants that life. Plus, since the Itachi fiasco, all those that are good in school are kept under tighter lashes." I sighed. "It's like they see another Itachi in every talented child." he nodded slowly.

"Back then you said he was ordered to kill his clan." oh crap. "Is that the truth?" oh fuck.

"Yes."


First of all, I don't remember if I wrote it down or not (yes, I have a really bad memory), so, Kakashi didn't read the future in those notebooks, he stopped at the present time, so he doesn't know what will happen.

I still don't own Naruto.

Second of all, whelp I might have stopped with a cliffhanger, whoops. Oh, and yeah, Kakashi hugged her, which might be strange coming from him, but he's actually slowly getting used to physical contact by Shikanai and so he's slowly warming up.

Take care and have a nice read!

bunnyxstar: Thank you and I'm so glad, I really enjoy writing those two :)

lizyeh2000: Thank you! And here's the new chapter, hope you like this one as well!