a/n: henlooo lovelies! new story here, some of you might know this already, and some might not, but still! Hello ~ Enjoii
whole summary: Sakusa is the only son of Iruka and Kakashi Hatake. And being a chunin at a tender age of ten, every mission and task is as easy as pie for the young Hatake. However, now that he's fourteen, who knew that one simple task such as arranging some messy scrolls would accidentally bring him back in time.
Kakashi Hatake was a simple 29 years-old man with simple wants. He only wants to go home after a long mission, read some Icha-Icha after, but then out of the blue, some boy is claiming that he is his son from the future, and it's now his duty to figure out how to bring him back.
But, it won't be easy, per se, because Sakusa isn't really from the future, he is from another dimension where his parents consist of him and a female Iruka. With this unexplainable mess, Kakashi wonders how will his male Iruka react to the knowledge of having a son with him from another dimension.
Fightin' for my trust and you won't back down
Even if we gotta risk it all right now, oh (now)
The pan sizzled lightly, Kakashi quickly made a grab for his spatula as he mixed up well the eggs. It was seven in a Monday morning, his wife was getting ready upstairs, why his son, Sakusa, was already up and clean, sporting his usual chunin flak jacket as he played away on his gaming console by the table.
Kakashi got out a bowl full of rice and dumped it on the pan. After a while, his wife finally entered the dining area with her hair all combed down and free, she beamed Kakashi a smile as puts down her book bag on an available chair, "Smells good," Iruka commented as she buttoned up her uniform. She then eyed their son, who was still busy playing, and then proceeded to walk up to him to drop a kiss on the top of his head.
"Sakusa, no gadgets on the table,"
"Wait, mom, just one more—aha!"
Iruka rolled her eyes but then smiled after. Her son had just came back from a month-long mission last week, and admittedly, she missed him a lot. Given that her son was now a chunin, it's a little hard on her side to watch him take missions after missions, and she was worried because as a shinobi, anything could happen. And even though they're perfectly aware that Sakusa was a genius like his father and might surpass him one day, still, Sakusa would always be her little boy.
She wasn't surprised when, by the age of ten, Sakusa was already a chunin, way ahead of his batch. And now that he's fourteen, of course, the teen would want a higher rank.
Iruka was proud of him, really, but she would surely dread the day of him becoming a jounin someday.
"Hey," Kakashi greeted once Iruka was by his side. He turned his face to her, accepting the kiss Iruka gave, "Sakusa requested omurice," Kakashi said and flipped the cooked egg on the pan, ready to serve it.
"Heavy breakfast, I see," Iruka kissed him once more before making her way towards the coffee machine to grab herself a cup. "Sakusa, would you like coffee?" She asked her fourteen-year-old son and received no answer in return.
Iruka just sigh as she took a seat in front of him.
"Sakusa,"
"Yes?"
"Do you have anything to do today?"
"Hmm… yeah… Mirai senpai and I will—YES!" Sakusa cheered loudly, arms flailing up in the air as he lets out a heft laugh.
Iruka gave her son a look, at the same time, Kakashi appeared with a plate full of omurice. He puts it in the middle of the table along with a cup coffee for himself. He smiled down at Iruka, taking a seat beside her. "Sakusa, console."
Sakusa just nodded, quickly putting his console away with a smug smile printed on his face.
"Enjoyed your game, I see?"
"Yes! I can't wait to tell Boruto that I am already three levels ahead of him," Sakusa grinned devilishly, his eyes mirroring mischief. Iruka sighed again. Her son was the epitome of mature but not quite yet. His competitiveness was still cute so she wasn't complaining, and she also guessed he got that attitude from her anyway.
"Anyway, I asked you if you're going to do something today," Iruka repeated and gave Kakashi a soft thank you when her husband puts a piece of omurice on her plate. Sakusa proceeded to grab his own serving, took a big slice of food with his spoon before biting into it. His eyes sparkled after causing Kakashi to chuckle.
Once he had swallowed the deliciousness of his father's cooking, he glanced up at his mother before nodding, "Y-yeah, I'll be helping out Shikamaru-ojisan arrange some scrolls in the Hokage Estate along with Mirai-senpai," Sakusa took another spoonful and swallowed a little too fast that it worried Kakashi.
So Kakashi took it upon himself to grab an orange juice from the fridge, then return to the table with a glass for his son, "Eat up slowly," He warned and received a sheepish smile in return.
"Yes, sorry,"
"Oh, well, that's great. At least you get to rest for a while," Iruka commented after, taking a sip of her coffee.
"Kinda boring though," Sakusa replied with a shrug and continued to eat.
"Well, I'm sure you might find some interesting things in there,"
"I doubt, Mirai told me they're just a bunch of reports so…"
Iruka gave her son an apologetic smile, reaching out over the table to ruffle up those wild silver locks of his. "How about this? After your duty, let's have lunch together and then maybe in between, I could teach more about fuinjutsu?" At the suggestion, Sakusa's eyes lit up with amazement. He nodded furiously, grinning at his mother, "Sounds like a plan, mom,"
"Did you do what I told you about?"
"Yeah, I did but it's quite hard, you're really more knowledgeable with seals than me and dad combined,"
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Sakusa stifled a yawn, glassy eyes glaring down at the messy scrolls on the floor as the door behind him closed. He had just arrived at the Hokage Tower after, and unluckily, Mirai won't be able to join him for she has suddenly caught a flu. Shikamaru smirked at him once he arrived, explained to him what he must do and where to put certain things back.
He thought it would be easy.
But it wasn't.
No one told him that the little room that contained lots of scrolls would be a mess. Several scrolls, from big to tiny pieces, littered the floor and shelves. Sakusa asked why the room was so messy, but his uncle just told him that some people were careless, and that Naruto sometimes spent his day inside the room to use the scrolls as references.
Before his uncle left, he had warned him to not open some scrolls because, unfortunately, those scrolls weren't just simple S-mission reports, some were unfinished jutsus, and unexplained ones—but his uncle assured him it wasn't deadly.
But Sakusa wasn't sure about that because when they arrived at the said room, an ANBU was guarding it earlier.
Anyway, there's no point in complaining, better get this job done and spent the day with his mom at the academy, and maybe spar with some few of his friends later on. Sakusa released sigh and closed his eyes. This would be easy. It's just putting some scrolls back in place.
What could go wrong?
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Okay, something was definitely wrong. Sakusa was half-way done in putting back the scrolls, arranged them by date and size, but then he got bored along the way and he was glad he secretly brought his console with him.
Needless to say, he was putting some scrolls back and playing his console at the same time.
That's what you call skills.
It was going so well, he's nearing level four of his game, and the pile on the floor was becoming less and less by the minute, until he slipped on one cylinder container, dropped butt first on the ground and then everything around him glowed.
Before it got way too bright, Sakusa looked down and saw that he had accidentally landed on an open scroll with a heavy writing of 'transfer' on it before the light that it emitted went too bright for him to look at.
With a scrunched up face and his head a little dizzy, he slowly opened his eyes and found himself outside of Konohagakure. Trees surrounded him, but he could clearly see the entrance gate from where he was.
Sakusa sighed once he glanced down and saw that his game was shut, he turned it around and grimaced once he saw its battery kind of overloaded itself with whatever scroll he had landed on. Now, he needed to return to the tower, explain what happened, and finished his task without his game console.
He sulked internally, maybe he could ask his mom or dad for money after.
Yeah, sounds like a good plan. Except when he arrived at the gates, he saw his uncle Kotetsu standing by the side, however, he was… how to put it? He looked younger. And he wore a different uniform than his usual flak jacket. His looks weird with bulky pockets in front, while Sakusa—nothing out of the ordinary. His was normal. He wondered where his uncle got it from.
His uncle Kotetsu then looked at him, raised his brown but once his eyes landed on his Konoha headband, he gave a nod at Sakusa.
Sakusa glanced at his uncle with confusion. It was weird, to be honest, because every time his uncle Kotetsu would see him, he would be all happy and ask about Iruka and Kakashi's whereabouts, or how his training went. Another bizarre thing was that he don't see his auntie Izumo anywhere—his wife. They mostly stand their post near the gates together, but now his uncle was with a man he hadn't recognized before.
Sakusa just shrugged. Maybe his aunt Izumo also caught a flu? Maybe. The teen took a mental note to get some vitamins before he also caught a flu.
Sakusa suddenly stopped. Eyes scanning his area.
This wasn't Konoha.
He averted his eyes on the straight road ahead, children were playing, people were walking around—just something that could be described as a normal day, except that the kids were playing without any gadgets involved, and the people felt different. He couldn't recognize some faces and they were wearing something so old-fashioned.
It's Konoha, but it's not.
Sakusa immediately jumped up, landing on a tiled roof not so gently. He then looked up before all the color from his face disappeared.
There he saw, the Hokage Rock, standing tall and proud, and only carried five faces.
Last time he remembered, Naruto-jisan's face was there- and his father.
"Shit," Was all he could say as Tsunade's monument glared down at him.
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Was he back in time? Maybe. But what time exactly? He couldn't pinpoint. At this point, Sakusa was starting to panic. He had planned this day very well, he would help organize some scrolls at the tower, then go to the academy to have lunch with his mom, and then spar either with his dad or uncle Gai. Last time he check, going back in time wasn't in his schedule.
Sakusa sighed, face contorted into a panicked one as he walked through the village. He felt so left out, his flak jacket stood out too much, especially his hair. His hair looked so much like his father, and if he was really back in time, all of them knew his father didn't have any son or relatives.
Sakusa did try to check if he was under a genjutsu at first, but after three failed attempts of trying, he confirmed that he wasn't.
Sakusa groaned. He had enough of the people staring at him. He quickly went up from one roof to another until he saw some laundry being dried off from the sun. Quietly, he grabbed a blue scarf, made a distaste face before putting it over his head with his hitai-ate over it.
There, he looked like a regular shinobi. Yeah, he looked normal. But still, his vest attracted a lot of eyes so for now, Sakusa decided that the safest and discreet way of travelling would be by roofs and tress.
The young Hatake then walked over to the edge of the roof and looked over at the village before him. The map was different from his, but he could still pinpoint some popular buildings that survived in his time. His gaze then landed on the Academy. He was one hundred percent sure his mom would be there. He contemplated whether he should go there first, their house, or the Hokage Estate.
His aunty Tsunade might be able to help but he knew, if his father was here with him, they would go to someone who they could trust.
Sakusa grimaced at the thought, felt a little excited and scared at the same time. He need to see his father's past self, and he was nervous for he still couldn't find a reasonable explanation on why he's here and how he got here.
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Kakashi just wanted to relax, that's all. He never wanted anything more in his life right now. When Naruto had left a few months ago with Jiraiya, he had to help the new Hokage, Tsunade, in how to handle stuff around the village and assist her in maintaining peace. It was tiring really, Kakashi would rather take a month-long mission than help out the Hokage with paper works and decisions he could barely give a care about.
It was funny actually, he cared about Konohagakure's future, but not the paper works.
And now, as Kakashi was given the day to rest, he had planned to go home, read some Icha-Icha after, and maybe, just maybe, if he got to stumble upon certain chunin-sensei, he would bother him for a while.
Sounds like a plan.
He continued to walk through the village, looked around some stalls and shops in hopes to find something good for take-out when suddenly, he felt a prickle on his palm.
With eyes wide, Kakashi immediately flickered away.
The Copy-nin grabbed a kunai as he landed softly on the over-grown grass of the Hatake Estate. It's been a while since he had been here, Kakashi would rather sleep at the jounin's headquarters than relieving some memories he doesn't want to touch.
However, after years of peace around this house, this was the first time his wards had been alerted. The sting on his palm indicated that not only someone stepped foot on the grass below, they had also successfully broken his barrier—which was a first.
No one but him knew how to disarm his barriers. Whoever entered his house would surely face a heavy consequence.
He quietly entered his house, glancing at the slightly open door with an angry look. Kakashi scanned the area, took note that nothing was broken in the living room and that everything was in place as if the thief was very careful.
But the weirdest and chilling part was that he sensed a chakra so familiar—like his dad.
Kakashi frowned, it couldn't be. He knew no one was dumb enough to dare and steal his father's body and do some sort of experiment on it, so why was this chakra felt so familiar to his, but the same time not.
Kakashi then decided it would be better to call in Pakkun and Bull. As soon as his two ninkens looked up at him, they nodded and took the first step upstairs. Kakashi then closed the door behind him, summoned back his barrier to make sure no one from inside would be able to unlock it except for him.
He then puts his hitai-ate up, Sharingan spinning wildly as he looked around.
Upstairs. The chakra was strong upstairs.
With soft steps, he started to walk until he heard a racket and then Bull's loud bark from upstairs. With a flicker, he appeared behind the person being straddled by Bull. Kakashi's right hand was ready, electricity already clapping as a warning but then he stopped.
Pakkun was on top of Bull, his ninken's face was printed with shock as the person below started to scratch the bottom of the snout. Bull barked back after, a sign that he too, wanted some scratched.
"What the—"
"Boss!" Pakkun immediately jumped off of Bull, growled a little at the annoying culprit before jumping up on Kakashi's shoulder. "Bull," Kakashi whistled and the big dog got off from the culprit, and honestly, Kakashi was perplexed because Bull suddenly looked so tamed, like this felon was someone he knew.
Without any hesitation, Kakashi placed a kunai on the culprit's neck. "Speak. Who are you?"
The other remained frozen on the floor, back facing him and Kakashi couldn't really see him well due to the scarf on his head. This person emitted an electricity elemental chakra but it wasn't dangerous and could be contained well with his ability. But still.
"Show yourself!" Kakashi couldn't remain calm in these situations. He wanted to know who, and how he got himself inside.
He pressed the kunai closer.
"Wait!" He finally spoke, and judging from the high pitched voice, he was still a kid- or teen. The teen quickly raised his hands up and Kakashi listened as he spoke once more, "Can I just stand first? I promise there are no weapons in me,"
Kakashi still wasn't convinced but he ushered him to stand. With his kunai still on his neck, the teen stood up straight, Kakashi quickly grabbed hold of his wrist and twisting it so that he wouldn't be able to do something.
The kid hissed as his arms were pulled back.
"Now tell me, who're you?"
"Oh boy, you ain't gonna believe this, okay so this was what happened—"
"I don't need your story. Who are you first?"
"It's really hard to explain without me telling you from the start, so you see I was fixing some scrolls—"
Kakashi tightened his hold on the boy's wrist that resulted from another hiss from him. Kakashi wasn't sure if this teen was playing a joke on him, but every second that passed, he's starting to annoy the hell out of him.
For Kami's sake, Kakashi just wanted to reach Icha Icha today.
"Uhm…" The boy started again, his voice now laced with pain and panic, but Kakashi couldn't care less. He just wanted to get this over with.
"Please just, let me go first," The teen begged.
"No."
Kakashi pressed forward.
"Okay! Okay! I am your son! From the future!"
Silence quickly enveloped the room. Pakkun coughed lightly beside him, while Bull has fallen quiet somewhere on the floor, and Kakashi, well, his sharingan stopped spinning as he stared at the back of the boy's head.
And then the Copy-nin sighed and shook his head, "Kid, you just broke into a jounin's house and then claimed to be a relative. Ibiki will have so much fun with you after this."
"W-wait! Believe me, I – Mask! A-ANBU mask!" The boy shouted, trembling in Kakashi's hold as the kunai pressed in deeper but not enough to cut his skin yet.
"Y-y-you have a symbol! Hatake symbol at the back on the forehead!"
Kakashi froze, eyes wide as he tried to think of something that may connect on why does this boy knew about that Hatake symbol. Only he knew that a Hatake symbol was drawn on his ANBU mask and Kakashi was also aware that his mask wasn't in this house, but was in his closet in the jounin headquarters.
With swift movements, he spun the boy around and ripped the scarf off of him.
Needless to say, it was like looking at his younger self.
He noticed that the boy was still shaking as he slowly looked up at him with eyes that were clearly not his, but was oddly familiar to him.
"Speak, did I bang some chick or?"
"Ew. No. I don't know!" This boy, who had his face scrunched up in disgust clearly reminded Kakashi of himself when he was young. He doesn't know whether he should be scared or amazed at the same time.
"Just answer me,"
"Dad, I'm scared!" The teenager before him cried out, face contorted with uncomfortableness as he took a step forward. Kakashi stepped back quickly, not failing to notice the hurt look the other gave. "I honestly don't know if I'll ruin the future or not but, please past dad, just help me return!" He was whining, completely childish and completely like a Hatake.
"Hold up, don't call me dad,"
"But it's so weird to call you Kakashi,"
"Just…"
"Boss, I'm out," Pakkun jumped out from Kakashi shoulder and stared up at the duo. Kakashi released a tired sigh, he knew Pakkun would want to know more about this later on, and Kakashi also knew Pakkun doesn't want to handle this right now.
With a nod, Kakashi reluctantly dismissed Pakkun.
Bull then decided it was time to wake up, so he walked over to his 'son' and dropped beside his feet. The teen then crouched down and started to pet Bull just behind his ears.
Okay, that was weird. Kakashi stared at his supposed 'son' who knew where to pat Bull in the right placed.
A shiver ran down Kakashi's spine.
"Hey kid," He kicked the other's arm lightly which the other replied by giving him a glare.
That pout! That pout looked so familiar. He just couldn't remember where he had seen that pout.
"What's your name?" He poked again with his feet and the kid slapped it off. "Sakusa, and can you please not!"
"You're saying you're my son, but your name sucks,"
"Wow!" Sakusa stood up straight, which Bull whined to a little. Kakashi dismissed Bull and the ninken barked, sniffed Sakusa one last time before disappearing through a cloud of smoke.
Pregnant silence covered both men once more, eyes glued on one another, and Kakashi swore he might go crazy later on if this silence continued. Thankfully, Sakusa decided to break it by clearing his throat, "Look, I'm sorry past dad, please don't be mad at me. I haven't told anyone yet so maybe this can be fixed. I just hope you could help…" The teens words quickly died down and Kakashi was fortunately fast enough to catch his falling body.
"Hey, kid!"
"I'm…" That was the last thing Kakashi heard before the kid fainted in his arms.
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"His chakra levels were just a bit tad low, but with proper rest and this IV, he'll be up soon." Tsunade informed, eyeing the jounin carefully, "Now, you better have a good reason as to why you insist on me checking up on this kid, rather someone from my medics," She turned back to the unconscious boy and adjusted his IV tube carefully.
Kakashi was by the window, sharp eye trained on the sleeping boy as so many questions ran in his mind.
Is he really from the future?
"He will wake up soon and then he can eat soft foods after," When Tsunade was done, she glanced back at Kakashi, who only gave her a nonchalant look as his eye motioned for the people around. With a sigh, Tsunade called Shizune, "Kindly leave for a moment, I need to speak to Kakashi privately," She then looked at the two ANBUs inside the room and signaled them out.
As soon as the ANBUs were gone and the door has closed gently behind Shizune, Kakashi made a barrier so no one could hear or get inside the room without a warning.
"Speak up, brat"
"He's my son."
"W-what?!" With wide eyes, Tsunade snapped her head back to the unconscious boy and that's where she saw the resemblance. From the hair and the face. However, she was more caught off-guard with the fact that Kakashi had a song, a teenage son and Kakashi wasn't even that old.
"Wait, no. I mean, he's my son but he's from the future,"
Tsunade's eyes roamed over the boy's soft lashes, and then to Kakashi. She frowned, clearly not amused, "If this is how you escape responsibility, I will throw you off a bridge and you know I won't hesitate to punch your guts out of your—"
"Really. He's from the future. He told me some stuff that… well, no one knew and he knew."
"Kakashi." She warned.
"He broke inside the Hatake manor," Kakashi said as he leaned back on the glass window behind.
Just then, the sleeping teen groaned, stirring from his slumber and the two adults quickly glued their eyes on him. "Hngh, mom…" Kakashi watched as Sakusa's face scrunches up in pain and Tsunade quickly came to aid by putting her hand gently over his forehead.
"Mom…" He called out loud, eyes still closed.
"Kid, look at me," With Tsunade's voice, the fourteen-year-old's eyes slowly fluttered open, and Kakashi saw those auburn eyes again.
"Who's your mother?" Tsunade asked softly, and Kakashi's ears perked up. Sakusa was still a little dazed but it won't hurt to try right?
"What?" Sakusa asked again, eyes squinted.
"Your mom, who? We will call her," She tried her best to speak calmly but she was getting impatient. She was as curious as Kakashi was.
"Mom… at the Academy," Sakusa coughed, "Mama… Iruka Hatake…"
Silence.
"Iruka Hatake… Umino, my mom."
Kakashi blinked. Tsunade choked on her spit.
Last time they checked, Iruka Umino wasn't a woman.
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