Chapter 1: Shocked Blues

Warning: (M) Contains Gore, Explicit Language, and Death.

Rating: (T-M) Not for kids. At all.

Pairings: For now? None. Kind of a Gen-fic.

Summary: A 24-year-old Gojo Satoru doesn't quite understand why there's an unhealthy level of his own curse energy flowing in one particular area that he's never been in. He also doesn't understand why when he manifests himself there, he finds a miniature version of himself with a single mole. Or, Kakashi Hatake dies and is reincarnated as Gojo Satoru's son.

A/N: Hi! I don't know how long this will take for me to complete, but this is all done because I've been having a lot of writer's block and... well, shit, if Gojo Satoru didn't remind me of Kakashi. I mean, come on, you guys see the resemblance, right? I'm a whore for both.

I mean, what? Who said that?

Anywho, have this. whatever the fuck this is.

Heads up, I've yet to read the Manga, so... Until I do, I'll pray that I'm getting this story right. I know some things. But... not all.

So, might contain spoilers!

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"Why the fuck am I here?" - Probably Kakashi.

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Chapter 1

Shocked Blues

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A normal story such as this would begin from the start of birth.

Then again, like most things in Kakashi's life, they rush him before he even has time to react.

So, indefinitely, when he's born and in his early stages of toddlerhood, his memories of his old life manifest themselves in exceeding groups that cause his mental stability to break more than it already had been.

Somehow, through it all, he still doesn't break. Not yet.

No, what truly starts to crack at him is when he's four, and the person he'd dare call his mother dies in front of him by some unimaginable accursed and horrific being that tears her body limb from limb. And like every other time he'd be alone, memories of his old life come back to him majestically irrefutable.

So, he doesn't take long to conjure up some odd power that burns his eyes and rips his muscles to kill the horrific creature, pulling at his entire form in a screeching nightmare that feels like hellfire. It's a headache, one that leaves him disoriented and lost; and because he's Kakashi Hatake and he remembers everything about his old life in a sweeping, sudden, agony, he doesn't cry or whimper when he sees the mother of this body in complete disarray beneath him.

He doesn't react to the blood touching his bare feet.

He simply stares, conflictingly looking at the woman with the eyes of the little boy, and the eyes of a man long broken by grief.

It's a long time that he does this, he realizes. A long time where he stands dully, recalling every bit of memory and engraining it painfully inside his pounding head. Forever and forever and forever else he remains, collecting his information and delving into a deepened awakening that leaves him numb.

Bred, simply by blood, he feels someone of gigantic power pop up behind him.

And his eyes notice; seeing everything and yet nothing all at once that strains him, he immediately turns, locking onto a startling azure.

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There's a calm smile plastered on Gojo Satoru's face when he states, "What the fuck."

Before him lies the disintegrated ash of a grade three level curse, the body of an unrecognizable woman, and a little boy with terrifyingly similar white hair and blue eyes.

With blood on him. And tattered clothes.

And did he mention blood?

"My mom's dead," The boy dryly states as if what was in front of him wasn't horrific enough. And Gojo could tell it doesn't phase him; not when he can't detect anything but a hint of shock and just an overabundant amount of numbness etched perfectly in the little boy.

Gojo has no idea what to make of this. "As I said," He finds himself saying, calm and without thinking, "What the fuck."

The little boy turns to him completely, squelching the blood beneath his feet. "I think I'm gonna pass out," His squeaky voice says with a perfectly steady tone before promptly doing as he just said.

And Gojo, for the life of him, instantly grabs him.

And stares.

Stares for who knows how long, before realizing that this child probably needs medical attention—a child that looks exactly like him—and that he should quickly clean up and take care of whatever it is that happened here.

So, ignoring the alarms ringing loudly in his head, he does just that.

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And Kakashi dreams.

In the cursed reverence of his mind, he remembers.

He dreams of his friends, his comrades, and his students.

He dreams of the battles he's endured, of all the people he left behind for the Ōtsutsuki to take—dreams of a life before this one. A life solely his own, of his own misfortunes and burdens, and of the love he managed to cultivate using his will by itself.

He remembers the effort it took and the passion he'd lost but gained again. And he remembers the legacy that came with his peace. His friends—his students and the children of said students, how old they've become, and how lost the entire world became at his ending age of sixty-three.

All that drudgery tore away from his skin like a poisoning, merciless vice.

Everything that his family had built—everything he'd been trying to uphold—was gone.

Little by little, remnants of his happiness came down and broke apart, leaving him scrambling to pick up the pieces and leave many he held dear behind. All over again. All. Over. Again.

The death of his students. Death of children, parents, and everything he's come to protect.

He dreams so much of what was, what could've been.

Obito, Rin, his sensei, Minato. He dreams and he pules.

Sobbing, ragged and pleading, in the darkness of his mind.

Because truly, what did he do to deserve more of this suffering? What did he do to lose those who were precious to him? All. Over Again.

He thought he had overcome it. Not all, but most.

He made peace with Obito's death. Made peace with Rin's, and Minato's. Kushina's, and everyone else...

So why?

Why lose more, and then remember?

Who was he?

'Hey...'

The rubble and fires died into darkness.

'Hey, kid...'

He stood still, empty.

'...Stop bothering him...'

He looked forward.

'He needs to wake up...'

Sakura stood in front of him, smiling in an exhaust all too recognizable.

'...Don't rush him...'

Beside her stood Sasuke, eyes etched into saddened resolution. He turned to look at him, noting more individuals behind him. Familiar.

'This is important...!'

Minato. Kushina. Rin.

Kakashi's eyes flashed.

"Obito," He mumbled.

'He spoke...!'

'...Shut up, get out...'

'Who the hell is Obito...?'

"Hey, Bakashi," Obito greeted, young and impressionable. Still so hauntingly similar; the goggles still present, ones that Kakashi had kept for over forty years. A smile shone on his face.

Kakashi looked on. "I'm dead," He stated bluntly. It sounded more like a revelation than an observation. Because it was unbelievable. But it happened. It happened, he died, and he—

He failed.

Obito scratched behind his head, huffing a sad laugh. "Maybe. We haven't exactly seen you in... a while?" His eyes held remorse.

"I'm dead," Kakashi repeated, sure of it this time.

"Er... Kakashi, I don't think you are," Obito mumbled. His brows furrowed.

Kakashi did the same. "What? Of course, I'm dead. I was... crushed under boulders." He said, easy-going. He had already accepted he was gone to the world.

Obito blinked. "I would say that was ironic if it wasn't so morbid," The boy murmured, surprised.

Kakashi mustered a smile. "There's never peace," He said, bitter and tired. "We're under attack again. I was... evacuating civilians from their bunkers. We were found. I couldn't save them all. I was eventually buried underneath with those few." He sounded like a failure. He was. He failed.

There was a resounding silence. Everyone wore sad eyes, some wide, some knowing. He could see Sakura's brim with tears, and beside Minato, he noticed Kushina attempt to reach for him.

He hung his head, unable to look at them. "I'm sorry," He mumbled. And he meant it. Because along with his promise for Obito, he'd broken his student's promise as well. To protect.

Obito crossed his arms. "It happens to the best of us. You did what you could," He looked to Rin, "You saved people, at least. Not all, but most. You died a hero." Rin nodded her head.

Kakashi rubbed his face. "It wasn't enough, though," He expressed vehemently. He had never been enough. All his efforts to plan and stop the impossible became undone, and now that he was dead... he was unable to keep watch over the children his students left behind for him to guard. He tried. He thought on his deathbed that it mattered. It wasn't so simple.

He looked again at his childhood friend. "We're at war with Kaguya's... clan." He sounded unsure. He was unsure. They all looked similar, and Kaguya... That was only the damn start.

"So we've heard," Obito sighed, scratching his head. "Your students told me," He thumbed to the side.

This time, Kakashi's eyes did droop. "Sakura. Sasuke."

"Hey, Kakashi-sensei," Sakura whispered, waving her hand he'd seen crushed along with the rest of her body from the invading forces. Still intact. Still... somehow there. As if she wasn't just a head anymore.

Kakashi forced his memories away. He regarded Sasuke. He was intact, now. Not... ash and bones.

The man looked worn. "I assume you kept your promise," He mumbled, unsure of how to speak to his long-lost sensei.

Kakashi nodded. "Sarada is safe. Mitsuki is taking care of her." For now, he wanted to say. But he couldn't will himself to. The thought choked him up.

The two parents looked hopeful and Sakura stepped forward, letting go of Sasuke's hand. "And Boruto?" She asked him, pleading, "Hinata isn't here right now, but... She always asks about him. If you..."

"He's still fighting," He said, "Himawari is with Sarada."

Sakura looked at Sasuke, and Sasuke looked back, beseeching. She looked at her former sensei. "And... What of Naruto?"

Minato strode forward, clutching at his wife's arm. His son. Where was his son?

Kakashi sighed, but he felt no breath. "I don't know. Boruto hasn't returned for weeks since his expedition, and... the last that we know of him is that he remains sealed."

The air thickened more. Though, in a material plane in the middle of a gentle cooing area of water, it was hard to tell. Everything here is... peaceful.

Until it wasn't.

Abruptly, Kakashi's vision swam, and the questions that bled within everyone simmered to concern.

"Oh," Obito spoke up, feeling the ground tremble harshly beneath him, waving the water, "You're going back."

Kakashi whipped his head up, alarmed. "Back?" He asked incredulously. "What do you mean, back?"

Obito delivered a sad smile. "You're not... dead, Kakashi," He whispered.

"I am," He immediately denied. "I'm dead. I felt it. I saw it. I know I was—"

"Reincarnation is a thing," Rin's voice softly interrupted, the first she spoke. Wisely, the others remained quiet in the back.

As if it was possible, Kakashi's heart lurched the moment she said those words. Memories flashed before his eyes, and he suddenly felt haunted. "No."

Everyone looked at him, sad and pitiful at the sight of his bewilderment.

He recalled a mirror, a boy, and himself.

White hair.

But his eyes were the purest of blue, so much so it reminded him of Naruto's and the galaxy all at once.

His body trembled. "I don't..."

"Hey, it's okay," Obito smiled at him. "We'll still be here when you... When you come back. So don't worry about us, moron," He mustered a snicker.

Kakashi's vision was going black, and he wasn't sure if it was because of the tears or the delusion of this material plane of existence.

"We'll be waiting."

And everything suddenly burned.

"Hey, he's awake for reals now!"

Kakashi gasped, opening his eyes to a light that shone above him. He immediately squinted.

"Hey, kid, take it easy," A woman's voice called to him, brisk but soothing as she pushed his body back down onto the cot. "You just exhausted the hell out of yourself."

Kakashi turned his head, blinking. He kept his vision at a squint, making out long brown hair and a white doctor's coat. "...What?" He croaked, and he immediately began coughing.

"His eyes are just like yours," The woman grumbled as she picked up a needle, waving it around with a red liquid distinct from blood. "This DNA test won't even be needed, Gojo."

"I'm just making sure," A man's voice said, and Kakashi angled his head toward where the sound came from, swallowing thickly.

The same eyes as before stared back at him.

Galaxy blue.

"After all," The man clicked his tongue, "If it's true that this kid's my son..."

A brilliant, mischievous smile caught the young boy off-guard.

"I'll feed him mochi-mochi!"

What the fuck...

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A/N: Self-indulgent fic. Don't know how long it'll take for me to update this... but let's just say it might be a while. Let's hope for quickness, here.

Toodles~

Ana.