Been a few things happening lately (And I've just been struggling to write) so apologies for the time taken between uploads.

Believe it or not I'd resolved myself to settle with shorter chapters from now on, since I've really been struggling to write things down and the prospect of having so much content to write before I can upload has brought down my motivation.

…turns out, telling myself I'll just write until I feel comfortable stopping is a good thing to do.

From now on I won't be checking my word count or content quantity, so you'll likely be seeing more frequent uploads but with less words. Depending on how well that goes I may stick to such a chapter basis in the future.

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A Time for Regrets

"Thank you for the tea, sensei." Aki grinned. "Same time tomorrow for team meetings?"

The blond nodded. There was a neutral expression on his face, Kakashi noted, but it remained soft and kind at the same time.

He turned, intending to follow Rin and Aki through the front door, but the feeling of eyes on his back made him look back towards his teacher. Now that Minato's face was hidden to everyone but Kakashi, his eyes had narrowed and hardened, displaying a message within them clear as day.

Wait for a moment. They told him. I need to speak to you.

Signalling his teammates, the jounin told them to go on without him. They obliged, bidding their goodnight as they did so, and strolled down the street with all the airs of two good friends.

He couldn't help but frown at the scene before turning back to his sensei, watching as he closed and sealed the door.

"You noticed too, huh."

It wasn't a question, and Kakashi didn't need any context to know exactly what he was saying.

"I did."

"Thoughts?"

"Similarities in speech and mannerisms." Kakashi thought for a moment. "He's actively avoiding his signature style, too."

Minato nodded, having noticed the same things.

"When I interviewed him yesterday, he seemed to hold a lot of respect for you."

Respect? Well, this was new. It seemed to him that Aki was rather more pissed off at him about the way he was dodging the attacks, but then come to think of it, maybe he was just getting annoyed at having to actively use a style he's not so good at using. Besides that, it made sense that one would have to change their outward feelings for someone if they're looking to protect their identity. In any case, it was pretty clear that Aki was an amateur with deception.

"A student or comrade then, I guess." He replied offhandedly, but then a sudden realisation hit him. "Unless… What if…"

"Don't ask that question, Kakashi." The blond warned. "Not unless you're prepared for the consequences that such an answer may generate."

That… was understandable. Kakashi had been about to suggest that Aki could be him. That Aki might be Kakashi Hatake of the future, come to spend time with his younger self for whatever reason. Though the more he looked at it, the less likely that seemed.

'I wouldn't allow myself to do such a shoddy job of hiding my identity, after all.'

But then again… was that all a part of his plan too? Was Aki deliberately showing Kakashi that he was Kamen? Ugh, the headache that had been growing since using the sharingan seemed to double in intensity as his mind tried to work through all the different possibilities.

"I understand. But I'm still keeping an eye on him." He answered eventually.

"That's fine – but Kakashi, don't forget that he's still human." Minato replied. "And while we're on that subject, don't forget that you are still human too."

The jounin cocked his head at that, a deep frown marring what little of his face was visible.

"Don't think I haven't noticed the way you're bottling up your feelings. It's barely been two weeks, you still need to heal."

He sighed, glancing down at his hands.

"I know, sensei. I know," he muttered solemnly.

His second, closely guarded mask had slipped. It revealed a doleful expression, so out of place on such a young boy and yet somehow so fitting. The mask of a seasoned shinobi. But Minato didn't need to see behind it to know that Kakashi was hurting; not when the sorrow was so clearly visible in that cold eye of his.

He'd been studying that expression rather a lot these past two weeks.

"But I'm a shinobi, first and foremost. It doesn't matter how I feel, I must have a clear head to complete the mission."

He kept his eye cast down, even when Minato crouched until he was at eye level.

"Tell me, Kakashi." He commanded. The fatherly voice he usually used was still there, but there was a hokage-like undertone that poked through, subconsciously causing him to stand a little taller. The jounin's face did not move, but it hardened as the invisible mask returned. "What happens when you put air into a balloon?"

"It inflates." Kakashi answered dully.

"And what happens when it keeps inflating?"

"Eventually it bursts." A lone dark eye flickered up to meet two crystal blue ones, only lingering for a split second before returning to its original position. He could understand the analogy. "But a balloon that can stretch to accommodate the inflation does not burst."

A blond eyebrow rose, allowing him to continue.

"I dealt with the death of my own father at the age of six. No, not even just death. It was worse than that. I was the one to find him. My balloon was filled to capacity, but still it did not burst. Instead it adapted, adjusted its capacity to make up for it." He stated, not a hint of feeling within his tone. "Obito's death means very little in comparison."

Now it was Minato's turn to frown deeply as he caught the boy's meaning.

"It's not that it doesn't hurt, though. Obviously it does." He corrected quickly. "But compared to my father, dealing with this is child's play."

The blond drew Kakashi into a hug, which he tolerated stiffly but made no effort to return.

"I… I visit him, you know. At the memorial," the boy continued eventually. "I let the emotion vent out a little when I'm there. So don't worry about me, okay? I'm dealing with it in my own way. It's kind of difficult to feel upset about him when I know what he'll become in the future, anyway."

"We don't know what will happen in the future."

His sensei's voice was firm now, as though he was absolutely certain of his words. Their vibrations were a welcome comfort against Kakashi's chest.

"Kamen's arrival here will throw the events of the future into disarray. If Obito really has such a drastic hand in the events yet to come, I have no doubt that Kamen will be sure to change his actions. So keep your head up, alright?"

Kakashi nodded, finally allowing his tense stature to fall. He rested his forehead on the man's shoulder, appreciating the warmth even just for a moment. It wasn't often that he was afforded the chance to feel such fatherly love, after all.

/\/\/\/

It was pretty strange, how fond he'd grown of Aki over the past year. While at first they'd been largely indifferent to one another, the missions they'd taken had gradually brought them closer together.

He supposed that a little bonding was to be expected of two comrades fighting for their lives alongside one another. But sometimes when Aki allowed his awkward persona to slip, something else radiated through that reminded him of all the people he'd once held close. Obito. His father. The few ANBU that had treated him kindly following the death of the White Fang. They were no longer here, now. But at the same time, Aki also reminded him so much of himself.

When he thought that no one was looking, his eyes would darken. His actions would no longer hold the same energy as they usually did, as if he had to pretend that he cared about being a shinobi.

It was a much more common occurrence during particularly difficult missions, especially when those missions involved spilling blood. To the untrained eye it was barely noticeable - just furtive glances down towards his hands, or the way he hesitated before dealing the final blow to an enemy. But it was there.

At first this behaviour had been met with little more than disdain. Aki had stated right on the day they first met that he intended to join the ANBU, had he not? Such... cowardly behaviour was wholly unbefitting for someone with such lofty ambitions after all.

But at some point - and Kakashi honestly had no idea when - disdain had turned to pity as the jounin began to spot the same movements in his own actions. He'd long since stilled the tremors in his arms after taking a life, but the emotional impact was still there, however muted it was.

On some of his frequent visits, he was sure that he spotted Aki at the memorial stone. Fingers traced not the intricately carved letters of loved ones lost, but bare sections of rock that were yet to be engraved.

He didn't want to imagine how it felt to be in that position. How it would feel to realise that everyone whose names you've had to witness being carved into that stone were now alive and well... but had no idea about who you were, or how important they were to you. It sounded like a living nightmare - one far worse than just being the one to discover your father's body as Kakashi had done.

At least with death, there was a finality to it. A certainty that you're never going to get that person back. But to know that they're no longer the people you knew them to be seems far more heartbreaking than anything else.

And, perhaps even worse than that, would be the inevitable end. Maybe Aki would be able to rebuild his bonds with the people he'd lost. He could well save them from their fates, setting them on a new path they'd otherwise never have walked.

But death would come around, eventually. Yet again he would be forced to watch as he lost those he'd only just been able to get back. And it would bring with it an emptiness that Kakashi was truly unable to comprehend.

He let out a combination of a sigh and a growl, pulling himself out of bed before his thoughts could travel any further down that hole. The team had missions to complete today, so he really needed to keep a clear head.

Kakashi wandered into the kitchen, idly browsing his cupboards for something quick to eat. As usual he'd woken up with the sun, which provided ample time for him to potter around making food before his team meeting in three hours' time. But as he opened and closed each container in succession, the jounin found that he really didn't want to eat right now.

Strange. Even when he wasn't particularly hungry, his body always allowed for him to eat anyway. It had been a result of consistently forcing himself to eat a meal every day in the aftermath of his father's death - not because he wanted nor cared to eat, but because he was determined to follow the rules.

The rules said that it was best to eat at least one meal per day, even when you're not feeling well. Kakashi obliged.

It was only one change of many that he'd gone through after those few horrible weeks. Even now, even with Obito's "dying" words still ringing clear in his ears, he still found it difficult to push the boundaries of the things he'd been following for most of his life.

It had been a coping strategy. A way to assure himself that he wouldn't face the same fate as his father, because he knew that unlike the White Fang he was doing his duty. But when Obito had shown him a new path, where bonds of friendship and camaraderie were valued over the law, it had inspired him to change even just a little bit.

"People who don't follow the rules are trash, that's true. But those who abandon their friends are worse than trash!"

The jounin was almost thankful when a series of frantic knocks roused him from yet another thoughtful daze. He knew immediately that it was Aki stood outside of the door, but this fact served only to worry him more than anything.

Aki didn't frantically knock doors. In fact, he usually barely tapped them loud enough for anyone to hear. If something had gotten him worked up, then surely that was cause for concern.

Opening the door, Kakashi was met with the sight of the chuunin pacing back and forth on the doorstep. One hand was running itself through his hair in what was obviously a nervous tic while the other had clearly been poised to continue in its knocking.

"Kakashi, get suited up." The boy commanded. "We're being put on an emergency rescue mission."

His heart skipped a beat as he studied those silver eyes. There was an emotion hidden in them that he just couldn't place, and he sure as hell didn't like it.

"Who are we rescuing?" Kakashi asked simply as rushed to his room and began pulling on his uniform. Aki hesitated, glancing away for a moment before answering.

"Rin's been kidnapped."

The clatter of a dropped kunai was all Aki needed to hear to know that the jounin had understood his quiet admission.

/\/\/\/

Two shinobi stood before the hokage, eyes cold and hard as they received their mission brief. On the inside their minds were swirling, but they wouldn't allow it to show on their faces.

"What about sensei?"

The sandaime hummed in thought, seemingly in no particular rush despite the time-sensitivity of the mission he was delivering.

"Your sensei is currently on a mission." He eventually continued. "He is due to return soon, and when he does I shall send him your way."

"Can't you summon him?" Aki interjected; hands clenched tightly into fists. "Surely you have a way of contacting him right? He can literally jump over to us in a second! Hell, he could even jump straight over to Rin and-"

The thud of a palm colliding with the hokage's desk cut him off abruptly, and Kakashi could see that his teammate had pushed the man too far.

"You might have earned my affection over these past few months, boy, but you seem to have forgotten your place." He growled. To Aki's credit he didn't flinch as a heavy dose of killing intent swept around the room, but there was yet another indiscernible look within his eye. "You will never speak to me in that tone again, or I will see to it that you are punished. Am I understood?"

A shaky nod was all he received in return.

"While I have no doubt that Minato will have a personal interest in this mission, he is still under my command as an elite shinobi. The mission he is currently partaking in holds a far higher importance than that of a mere genin, regardless of how much you care for her."

He saw it. He saw the way Aki's eyes flickered over to him for just a second; a silent plea for him to rise to his aid. But Kakashi remained where he was, head bowed and hands held behind his back to hide his now bleeding palms from view.

It wasn't for lack of willingness, not at all. Hiruzen's blasé dismissal of Rin as an important person had inspired a rush of anger within him, but deep down he knew that the man was right. In the eyes of a shinobi, Rin was simply a run-of-the-mill genin. It would be an unfortunate loss, sure, but they were in a war, damnit! Casualties have and will continue to happen, such is the way of the shinobi, and pulling one of Konoha's strongest fighters away from a mission that may have the capacity to change the tides of battle for the sake of a single genin… well it wouldn't happen, end of story.

Thus Kakashi ignored it, that look that was so much like the people he'd lost. He ignored it in favour of focusing on his painfully clenched fists; using the pain as a distraction from the true pain within him.

"Having said that, I do not wish to see Konoha blood unnecessarily shed." The hokage continued. His voice had softened now, though it still held its formality. "And I have no doubt that the two of you are well equipped enough to deal with the problem yourselves."

Silver eyes closed for a brief moment, as though Aki was collecting himself.

"Understood, hokage-sama." He replied flatly. "We'll head out immediately- I mean, if you're okay with that?"

"Yes. If there are no more questions, you're dismissed. Good luck, both of you."

/\/\/\/

Kakashi skidded to a halt, nearly overbalancing as he did so. Aki followed suit, though he was forced to use chakra to stick himself to the underside of the branch they were standing on as he couldn't quite right himself in time.

"You hear something?" He asked quietly, motioning to the jounin. Kakashi nodded, lowering himself into a crouch as he pulled up his hitai-ate.

Aki watched on anxiously as his teammate glanced around. Straining his own ears brought only the sound of a gentle breeze wafting through the air; the tranquillity seeming to set him on edge far more efficiently than anything else that they'd encountered.

"Two groups." Kakashi muttered. "multiple enemies in each… I'm counting seven behind us, and maybe five in front, but they're barely in my range."

So they were being followed, it seemed. The taller boy cursed quietly at this, no doubt frustrated with the fact that he'd completely missed them.

"Its best if we split up." Aki advised him suddenly. "I'll stay back and set a few traps, and you can go ahead and find Rin. I'll be right behind you once I've finished them off, okay?"

"But-"

"There's no time, Kakashi. Every moment we waste puts Rin in more danger. Go! I'll be alright!"

The jounin hesitated for a single moment longer, glancing between the boy and the approaching group, before jumping off and into the trees. It took less than a minute for him to reach a small clearing, lit up by a stacked campfire. His estimation had been correct; five enemies stood in various positions around the area – two tending to the campfire, where a boar was roasting away, one sharpening his sword at a whetstone only a few meters away, and two others standing guard over a large sack.

His sharingan picked up a faint hint of Rin's chakra emanating from the sack, so weak it was barely detectable. Her form was unmoving, barely distinguishable under the rough fabric save for the miniscule rise and fall of shallow breathing.

So she was unconscious, it seemed.

The jounin's eyes flickered around as he formulated a plan. He eventually nodded to himself slowly, turning and picking up a small pebble from the ground. Thrown with expert precision, the pebble landed in the bushes a small way away with a barely-audible thud, attracting the attention of only the closest shinobi.

He stayed low and quiet as the man stood up, strolling cautiously into the trees to determine the source of the noise. In a show of ingenuity Kakashi crept forward, utilising his small stature to remain hidden as he placed an explosive tag on the footrest of the unattended whetstone and priming it to explode on contact.

His task complete, he proceeded to head back into the treeline and circled around towards the two enemies guarding Rin, getting as close as he could without compromising himself. They were still several meters away from cover, meaning that he would have to dash for them in plain sight, but if all went to plan…

Before he could finish that line of thought, Kakashi's mismatched eyes narrowed as the lone enemy returned from the trees. Just as he'd hoped, the man's guard was down as he sat back down at the whetstone, studying his sword intensely.

'come on…'

The jounin released the breath he didn't know he'd been holding as the shinobi shrugged to himself, placing his sword back onto the stone and lifting his foot to the pedal.

Boom!

Just as he'd hoped, the explosion rocketed around the enemy, tearing his leg clean off and propelling him onto his back. The sword that he'd dropped in his shock was blasted into the air, coming to rest mere inches away from his face.

The screams attracted the attention of the other four men in the clearing, and the two that had been observing the fire rushed over to help him. The guards that stood around the sack straightened up but made no effort to move; instead peering into the treeline with searching glares as they looked to identify what had caused the explosion.

Perfect.

Before they could so much as blink, Kakashi utilised a chakra-fuelled jump to cross the area. He landed with an arm wrapped around the closer enemy, slitting his throat with practiced ease before using his legs to propel himself over to his partner. The man had just enough time to stare wide-eyed the jounin before he too fell to his knees with a kunai protruding from his neck.

The other two were so caught up tending to their fallen comrade that they never registered the thuds behind them. It took little more than a pair of chakra-enforced shuriken to take them out, the metal slicing through them like butter.

Kakashi looked around him suspiciously, feeling that the ambush had been far too easy for his liking. There was surely no way that someone of Rin's calibre would have been so easily kidnapped by these… these amateurs without at least making a scene. What the hell was going on here?

He sharpened his senses, noting with interest that Aki seemed to still be fighting his own enemies, though their chakra signatures were rapidly being snuffed out. No other presences were immediately felt, but Kakashi stayed alert nonetheless.

As he pulled Rin out of the sack, he noticed that her chakra was fluctuating slightly. Her eyes fluttered open as he gave her a once-over, sighing with relief as he saw no outward sign of damage… or at least, it seemed like she was unharmed. But the tears that began to stream down her cheeks suggested otherwise.

"Kakashi, you need to-"

The girl's statement was cut off as the jounin raised his head sharply. Multiple chakra signatures had appeared, clearly belonging to powerful shinobi considering how close they'd been able to come before he'd been able to sense them.

"We have to go." He urged his teammate, but she held onto his arm. "Rin?"

"They sealed it into me…" She told him. "The Sanbi."

Kakashi's eyes widened, his heart skipping a beat as the consequences of such an occurrence registered within him. But the signatures were approaching, bringing with them a sense of urgency.

"It's okay, we'll deal with it." He replied. "But there are people coming. We have to go!"

But Rin shook her head.

"He put a seal on my heart… he's going to release it on the village!" She yelled, barely making sense. "You have to kill me, Kakashi- before it's too late!"

"No! I'm not going to kill you, Rin… Kami, why are you saying this? We need to go! Whatever it is these guys have done to you, I'm sure we'll be able to work it out. We'll talk to sensei, okay? He's great with seals."

"It won't… it won't work!"

Kakashi shook his head, blinking away the tears that burned behind his eyes. "I promised Obito that I would take care of you. Would you… I… I can't break that promise, I just can't."

Their hasty conversation had taken too long. Multiple shinobi appeared suddenly, circling around them. These ones, unlike the ones he'd already taken down, were adorned by gleaming hitai-ates, each baring the same insignia.

Kirigakure.

There were maybe twenty enemies surrounding the two of them; far more than Kakashi would have liked to fight while protecting his teammate. Many of them were brandishing swords, though a few held kunai and shuriken.

Silence reigned for a single second, creating a tension in the air that was almost palpable. Kakashi jumped into the air suddenly, dodging several thrown shuriken as his movement roused everyone to attack. Chaos ensued as the jounin found himself disarming the first opponent he came to, quickly slitting his defenceless throat and turning to block an attack from behind. Three shinobi surrounded him, swinging their swords in unison as he was forced to drop into a crouch to avoid them. Sweeping out with his stolen sword, Kakashi sliced at the ankles of those nearest to him, downing two of them and barely missing the third. He used his momentum to twist around, planting his palms onto the ground and hoisting his legs in the air in a mule kick that collided with the third enemy's nose with a sickening crunch.

The ease with which he dispatched those four enemies caused the rest of them to pause for a moment, now keeping their distance. A new enemy stepped into the circle that had formed, clad in thick armour and brandishing a hefty-looking war-axe. The air around his body seemed to warp before the jounin's eyes as the axe began to glow at the edges.

To see a mist-nin utilising fire jutsu was an interesting development, that was for sure. In Kirigakure the thick mist lacing the air made it particularly difficult to pull off fire-based techniques, so shinobi often stuck to using water- and wind-based elements to combat this.

Nonetheless, this was a dangerous opponent. He would have to tread carefully with him.

The enemy rushed forwards with surprising speed, the glowing edge of his axe slashing inches away from Kakashi's face. But the strength with which he had attacked left him open as the momentum of his swing sent him off-balance, and the jounin was able to get in a solid kick to the groin before backtracking.

Both of them hissed in pain at that – The enemy having felt the pain of that kick even despite being protected by his armour, and Kakashi having immediately been burned by the close proximity. Glancing down at his foot, he noticed that his toes were beginning to turn an angry red colour, blisters forming almost immediately.

It didn't take a genius to realise that this opponent was using fire style in conjunction with some kind of water jutsu, creating a scalding hot mist that surrounded his form in what seemed to be an imitation of the boil release kekkei touta.

Kakashi's analytical mind blurred through the potential uses for such a jutsu as he faced off with his enemy. Presumably the thick armour served to protect the man from being burned on his own steam, with its metallic outer shell absorbing the heat and a thick heat-proof padding underneath to protect him. The limited movement that one would experience would be drastically outweighed by the benefits of having all-over protection from attacks, but he should imagine that prolonged use of this cloak would result in the user becoming dehydrated.

There was one glaring weakness that Kakashi could see in his opponent, though. The jutsu involved wearing metallic armour. Covered in water.

And the jounin had the perfect counter-jutsu.

Flashing through hand seals, Kakashi closed his right eye. Lightning crackled to life in his hand as his sharingan centered on his opponent's chest. In a blur of movement he leapt forward, hand poised to pierce the enemy-

Only for Rin to jump into his path.

Though his eyes could see her move, it was far too late for Kakashi to change direction. He could do little more than close his eyes as the image of his teammate's face was burned into his mind, brought into sharp contrast by the lightning.

His heart sank as he felt his hand pierce through flesh, disintegrating the recipient's heart with ease. The momentum of his attack brought him further forward, and his head collided with burning hot steel.

Opening his eyes in confusion, the jounin found his face and arm exploding in pain as burns formed, and he quickly pulled his arm out of the dying figure before him. His Chidori had hit its target dead-on, piercing into the armour-clad opponent he'd been aiming for in the first place.

'What happened to Rin?'

Eyes darting around in panic, Kakashi caught sight of his teammate slumped over on the ground, as if thrown there by someone. The sound of a sword piercing flesh behind the jounin grabbed his attention, and a tall cloaked figure came into view as he turned.

A Shinigami mask adorned the figure's face as he twirled and danced around the mist-nin, cutting them down with frightening precision. Kakashi tried to catch a glimpse of his saviour – a lock of hair, a stray piece of clothing behind the cloak, anything! – but a grey hood covered his head.

Kamen.

He swallowed thickly as he rushed over to Rin, looking her over once more. But she was unharmed, save for a small scratch on her cheek.

"Rin!"

The voice rang out, startling Kakashi with its familiarity. There was only one person who sounded like that, and despite the adrenaline coursing through his veins he couldn't help the way his vision blurred with unshed tears. He turned to the panicked footsteps behind him, taking in the glowing sharingan as he offered the approaching person a watery grin.

Even after everything that had happened, even after what the hokage had told him… there was still a part of him that was filled with overwhelming joy as he clarified just who was before him.

"I didn't think I'd be seeing you here." He exclaimed as the tears finally spilled over. "I've missed you, Obito."

/\/\/\/

Cliff-hanger!

There was meant to be more content in this chapter, but I found it becoming pretty long so I've decided to cut it off here for now.

It might seem like there is a lot of missed content in this story due to time skips, but this is more due to the fact that the story centres around events that are relatively far apart. I promise I'm doing my best to find a middle ground between too much content-skipping and too much needless world-building.

In response to reviews: Thank you for your support and interest. It makes me happy :)

I admit that I didn't portray Kakashi very well in chapter 1. I hope that this chapter has served to fix what I missed last time. It was a deliberate action to have him seem almost detached to the whole incident with Obito, but for the first chapter I failed to make it clear that I had intended it to happen.

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