Author Note: Warning! English is NOT my main language. I need a beta to improve it, if anyone is interested then I am all ears. I hope its still likeable though!

Chapter 1

Honestly, reincarnation wasn't on my agenda the day I died. I pictured death as a infinite game over screen, no extra lives no nothing. Turns out I was wrong, I had a extra life, unfortunately life don't have checkpoints or save files. The next best of an extra life was a entire new one. Just like the first one, wasn't allowed any kind of customization, even gender was randomized. It's one of the most obvious facts about reincarnation...didn't mean I accepted it.

I was comfortable with my old life. Even if I spent most of it playing games and making them. Yeah you heard right, I was a game developer, specifically- 3D animator. Time consuming but I loved it. Family? None alive by the time I died. Fortunately I succeeded to find happiness thanks to my stubborn friends. Shame that life didn't last for long, I ended up dying at 24. How you might ask? Well if you guessed something about games then you would be right. A phone game called Pokémon Go pulled me to cross a busy roadway. I never got to the other side, in more ways than one. The last thing I heard was a loud car horn then everything turned black.

This reincarnation had me completely disconnected from my previous memories at start. The first months I functioned like a normal toddler. That abruptly changed when I unlocked my memories at the age of nine months. How? Apparently my baby self thought it was a great idea to ram into a wall. Sure the toddler didn't pay attention just like the way I died. Irony now when I think about it. This crash unlocked the memories. My head pounded afterwards and the small curses I tried to say came out wrong. It didn't worry me, I knew babies had difficulties talking and my baby self had not trained that department much. Our memories fused but it wasn't much the toddler had to offer. Too many blank spots but at least I got the knowledge of whom my parent was.

A man with white hair that reminded me of someone... I could not find my mother in the memory-bank so she was either dead or left me.
In this new life I was male, which didn't bother me too much. Weird of course since I was a woman before but I wouldn't reject it. I was somewhat of a tomboy in the past so it helped, plus at some point wanted to be a guy. Now given the opportunity I embraced it. This would be like seeing the world from a different perspective. I could compare the two and get a much better understanding of human life!
But even so, I was bitter, I liked my old life, I demand refund! This was like making that first bad trade in a MMO. There- I could at least get it back, this was permanent!
The only thing I could be thankful for was the recovery of my memories. Clearly I wasn't meant to know any of it, I should thank my dumb baby self (like I was the one to talk.)
I found out right after the ram in the wall incident, that I got a very overprotective dad. He bursted into the room with panic all written on his face. Before I could even so lift a finger he scooped me up in a warm hug. Had he noticed something was different already? Doubtful, sure I didn't cry like a baby but that didn't mean I died! I sure as hell don't plan on dying anytime soon.
"D-Don't s-scare me like that Kakashi! I thought you..." His throat constricted but his fear had little meaning when I heard my new name. He named me after a Naruto character, really... Not that I didn't like Kakashi, he was one of my favorites after all. My so called dad changed my position that allowed me to see him.
He was crying while scanning my body to make sure I really wasn't hurt. That's when I noticed something... he looked a lot like Sakumo. A mental light pulp turned on. My baby self had in fact heard someone call him that. With that striking white hair there was no shocker, still a bit odd of course, his mother must have loved Naruto. Turns out my new dad did too, enough to name me Kakashi. I hope that was not a family tradition, not that there was any Hatake after Kakashi (as far as I know) My musings ended when the sadness Sakumo displayed was replaced with shock. This dad of mine must have bipolar. Unless he was a woman in disguise that suffered the horrors of period. Whatever he saw soon freaked the crap out of him. Ah, maybe he noticed I was different, what a perceptive man.
Without warning our location just changed! Teleport!? My eyes snapped left to right of my new whereabouts. We appeared to be in a hospital now! How the hell!?
"Medic! I need medic!" He hollered with me close to his chest. His pulse was running wild by the time a medic came to aid like a hero.
"What's wrong?" She didn't spot anything wrong with me. Unless pouting was now a sickness.
"H-his c-chakra is..." Chakra? Did I hear right? Her eyes soon switched to one of shock as well. Her hands quickly touched my chest and a green glow floated out from her hands! I could feel it enter my system and suddenly warm up my abdomen. It turned into some sort of core that began to circulate similar heat across my entire body. Like blood travel through veins!
I let out a gasp when it suddenly spiked. It didn't hurt, just weird to feel a radiating heat inside. I swear to god, if this core thing was a early stage of a xenomorph I would do Ripley style but less dramatic.
My new dad and medic released a sigh in relief so I guessed it was chakra... or they are sadist.
This chakra thing was strange, it felt like a return of a missing limb you didn't know you had. I played with the sensation that I suspect they noticed judging on their expression alone. Sakumo smiled proudly and cuddled me. I stopped immediately and tried to push him away. It ceased when all the information settled.

Chakra, Sakumo, Kakashi, medic...

I eyed the medic in front of me, she was wearing the iconic hitai-ate! I wanted to faint then and there.
I was in the Naruto universe and not as a OC but an actually main character! And out of them all, Kakashi! His backstory was filled with pain and losses! Was this punishment for playing Pokémon go in the traffic?! I don't think I deserved this fate...
I refused to be pulled into a panic attack, not now! I closed my eyes and controlled my breathing. It helped immensely. Now without negative thoughts influencing me I could come up with a plan.
I knew loosely of what would happen in the future, in other words, enabled me to prevent disastrous events. I could rewrite history to something better! The only part that sucked was that I was a main character. Not even my own identity... and I don't even remember everything from the anime... But I could still work with this! I just had to train... A LOT! Going from game developer to this wasn't ideal... But I had no choice it was either do or die. I had to train even harder than the original Kakashi. Oh joy, what a nice life I got my hands on.
I was cut short from my thoughts by a kiss on my chubby cheek. My hand fly up to slap his face, boundaries! It didn't come out with the force I wanted, it resulted with a pat on the jawline. Damn it! He laughed lightly and settled with just holding me. I frowned but feared it came out as adorable.

We left the hospital after that in the same fashion as we arrived. The rest of the day was a dad-son moment or whatever you call it.
The first couple of days was spent accepting my fate. Pretending to be the same boy Sakumo knew and loved while dwelling in thoughts. It would have consumed me had Sakumo not been there. I accepted his affection- but sometimes he could be a bit too much. He treated me as if I needed his protection constantly. Which in turn made him very clingy.
Whenever I showed my annoyance he laughed. That man was evil but I couldn't stay mad at him. Sakumo was filled with joy and love, receiving the end of it made it hard to see him as a ninja. Didn't help that he never wore ninja clothes or weapons around me. Like I was going to stab myself with the first kunai I set my eyes on.

He kept close watch on me, more so than my baby self had to put up with. Being carried and hugged like a damn teddy bear every now and then drove me crazy.
It pushed me to start physical training early which entailed escaping his clutches and run for my life. Sakumo noticed how far I would go to get away, in result dubbed it as a good workout. At least it gave me a physical motivation to get stronger!
That training was good and all but I was more interested in my buzzing chakra.

According to Sakumo, my chakra reserves was the largest ever recorded for my age. HAH! I even beat the Uzumaki! It was probably a reincarnation-side-effect, one I certainly didn't complain about. Canon-Kakashi had pitiful reserves. Then again his chakra was constantly feeding a sharingan, so perhaps we had the same in the end?

Chakra control overall wasn't hard. It was easy to locate and manipulate something that was never there before. However it could grow difficult as time passed if I didn't frequently meditated like Sakumo taught me... alright I spied on him and imitated. My actions didn't go unnoticed, as if I could hide that from a jonin. He didn't stop me though but instead encouraged it. He was very willing to train me but didn't pressure me to talk. Like that part wasn't as important! Sakumo's priorities was so weird, or maybe normal for a ninja. Either way I took it in my own hands to relearn the basics.

I understood him perfectly well and should be able to talk but my vocal chord was so off. Underdeveloped I guessed but I was determined to speed it up. When I somewhat got control of it I settled my first word in Sakumo's presence to be.

"Daddy." I swear I almost died again, but by a hug this time. After that near death experience I mastered the art of talking. It was a hassle since I had to point at every god damn thing I already knew the name of. I couldn't just magically know words without source, that would be way too suspicious. Writing was the same thing, I pushed him to teach me which he gladly did.

By the time I turned one I was able to fully talk and write. That's when I gave the most cliche and adorable speech.
"Dad! I want to be a ninja like you!" I swear it was music to his ears. There was never a 'you are too young' just the usual approval.

I was allowed to train as much as I wanted. Which meant I was rarely outside the compound. Sakumo often left a clone with me whenever he went to buy stuff or work. None of which took that long time, I presumed he picked low ranked missions in the village for my sake.
Strangely enough, he never brought friends with him but constantly mentioned them. Which reminded me of the lack of my own. It didn't bother me, I was mentally adult. Playing with kids would be tedious. Perhaps Sakumo knew my thoughts about it?

I didn't question it, I just followed through his lessons. It started small with stretching and leaf concentration. Soon taijutsu joined the list.
Sakumo was convinced I had a knack for taijutsu, why? I -without thinking, pulled out combat moves I shouldn't know of. How- surprised me just as much as him. Unlike him- I knew why. It was due to the many many years I spent animating combat moves. I had no former training whatsoever, I just created animations and remembered every single detail of it.

Why it worked in this life and not previously? One word, chakra. It kept track on the course of action I had in mind. It acted like a muscle memory, I just knew what to do. Overpowered was putting it lightly, learning something new proved somewhat harder but not a obstacle this body of mine was talented even without my skills. I sponged up information like eating candy. No wonder Canon-Kakashi was so damn good.
Although any hit Sakumo allowed me to deliver made little to no damage. He acted as if it did in the means to encourage me, and it worked. Not that I was fooled by his overdramatic reactions to the blows. It was cute how hard he was trying to be a good parent.

My mother I found out, died when I was born, not before naming me though. I believe he was still grieving about it but kept it behind curtains. So I left the subject alone, he needed time.

Overall I enjoyed life but eventually started to feel guilty for claiming this body as my own. For taking Kakashi's spot. Out of respect I decided to wear his iconic mask to honor him. That wasn't actually the plan considering how ridiculous it was to wear it constantly. I felt more than ready to throw in the towel but sucked it up. Sakumo thought it was cute, he assumed I did it to be more ninja-like. I couldn't imagine how he would react to the real reason. Next step was even harder than just getting used to it!

Eat without being seen.

When I brought it up he laughed so hard that he burst out in tears. I sulked the entire day until he offered to help me. I had yet to learn ninjutsu but I swear that could count as one. The continuously amount of trial and error equaled that of a ninjutsu. Dad taught me not only how to do it but also how to distract others. This turned into some sort of game, where he would attempt to see me and I hide it. Eventually after months I mastered it... Sakumo hardly got a glimpse unless he used physical force. In other words, success!

Soon after that I reached the appropriate age (According to Sakumo) of one and a half to throw pointy stuff. Aka kunai and shuriken that I totally owned with it. It was so fascinating to just learn things pretty much on the bat. It came so naturally and I abused the living out of it. People could argue I wasn't living with all that constant training on my schedule. But so could be said about my previous life, playing games then just working? What set them apart was mostly the social aspect. I could live without that for now.

I eventually returned to more familiar territory, which was exercise. The proper kind that always made you dread the gym. My only concerns was how it would impact my body as young as it was. According to narutoverse logic, there was nothing to worry about. My dedication for training should though.

Sakumo however was seriously convinced all prodigies played life like that. I had no plans to correct his mindset, it worked in my favor. Although he did mention that Hatake blood-line did produce prodigies. Thus allowed me to power-level anything I set my mind into.

Thanks to that, he taught me chakra climbing by the age of two. Something I yet again learned very quickly.
Life was good even with that heavy pressure of future events and loss of my past life. The way to handle it all was to live in the moment but not lose sight of the future.
However I did dread the day Sakumo would leave for longer missions. And to my horror that day came.

"Kakashi, I am going to be on a week long mission and-"

"I don't need a babysitter!" I interrupted before throwing two kunais.
Thud.

Thud.

Bullseye!
I heard a sigh behind me.

"Yes you do, they will arrive soon, go take a shower." He commanded with a stern tone I wasn't used to. A week with some random genin team, joy. When I didn't do as told he added.

"I chose the best genin team for my favorite son." Like that would change anything. They were still kids, most likely incompetent too. I snorted and threw another kunai, this time with more force.

Thud!

"I am your only child, and this son does not need babysitters." I argued, I was mentally almost as old as him, the prospect of having a babysitter was humiliating.

"Go now or I will take your weapons and keep them for months." I tighten the grip on the last kunai. I was feeling a desire to throw a childish tantrum but settled with just sending the kunai on the dummy. I gave Sakumo a frustrated glare before stomping my way back to the house.

It was so pointless to take a shower, I would return training whilst the team was here. There was no way I would let them stop me.
But there was a small part of me that was curious of meeting them. I had only communicated with dad and a few medics in this life. But I would still rather be alone for the week. I quickly to my annoyance took that shower and at the speed of dressing a sims character, came out fully clothed wearing a dark blue t-shirt, grey shorts and last but not least the mask.

They better not waste my time or they will regret it.