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Linear Perspective: The ability to convey a three dimensional object on a flat; or one dimensional media.

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To myopic eyes, Team Kakashi was blatant.

Uzumaki Naruto was brash, tasteless, and short-sighted. He was the blindly optimistic ninja who conducted missions in the most vulgar, nonobjective form possible. The boy sported the most lucid clothing, and was dead last in his graduating class.

Haruno Sakura was cute, weak, and knowledgeable. Her soft features and green heart was ill-used as a kunoichi. The girl could hardly wield a kunai anymore than the sky was orange. Her intelligence was overrun for a love-sick heart and it made her vulnerable.

Uchiha Sasuke was powerful, seductive, and broody. He was a genius shinobi who spoke less than he glared. Ill-tempered but mysteriously good-looking the boy was ambitious, and stoic. He did what was needed easily. And was done. The perfect weapon.

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"Underneath the Underneath" The eyes that could cast Team Seven.

The Cell was more that flat forward. It had dimensions—angles that could scarcely be caught. The gennin group was a prism—changing depending on the light that glimmered upon it.

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Naruto had two sides behind the number one hyperactive ninja mask. The first was the Protector. The blond wasn't a fox, fox are tricksters; he was a dog. He risked his life for acquaintances and would sign in blood roses for friends. The Kyuubi hated people in pain, even if it was karma's retribution. He could not watch a woman in any sort of agony. To the orange shinobi, male and female might as well be different species. Men could take a few hits. They were durable, harder to break and a lot more course. Boys needed support, not protection. Girls needed protection. It wasn't that he truly thought less of them—after all Tsunade and Sakura had punches that could make anyone think twice and temper's to match—but woman seemed so much more fragile, prettier. No one cared if a mangy mutt died on the side of a road, but if a doe-eyed, soft-furred, puppy died it was tragedy.

Then there was the Cornerstone. Despite the foxy nin's intense and self-sacrificing dedication to others, he had a dream. Or rather an ambition. Anyone who had spent more than five minutes with the demon vessel would sigh the phrase out.

"Future Hokage"

But there was something beyond just the title. The orphan wanted to be known. He used pranks and jokes to gather attention to himself. The village elders may have hated them, but at least they acknowledged him. Uzumaki had a bitter fear of abandonment and loneliness from a secluded childhood as an outcast. That was why when his best friend committed betrayed them, it hurt worse than any other pain. And so he had sought out the rogue, for friendship as well as revenge. He may be a bottom stone, but he was going to make sure that the teme remembered that he was still damn important.

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Sakura had two sides under her Cupid's arrow, weakest link, intellect. The first was the Nurturer.

The kunoichi loved her two boys. So much that it hardly seemed to her like they were separate individuals. They were some grouping—Summer, Spring, Winter... Fire, Earth, Water... Bird, Bee, Flower... Pink, Red, Blue—a chain. And in her fictitious plan, Naruto became Hokage, Sasuke gained revenge, and she was always there beside them. After all, her dream was them. Being a medic just helped that. The pink-haired nin always denied it, but she really did care for her stupid blond teammate. In fact, it was because she cared that she treated him in such a way. If the healer was crueler, she would have led him on. But Haruno would always keep her brother at a distance with sharp words and hard hits. At a distance, her refusal wouldn't hurt so much. On the other hand, the flower worked to get closer to her love. She didn't just want to be by the ice-cube's side—she wanted to be with him. It was childish and blind, but it was real. That was what the green-eyed kunoichi told herself every time. They would fight and she would cover. They would sin and she would punish. They would hurt and she would heal. They were growing up to be legends, and she was proud. Sakura was always there, nurturing her boys. Even when one of them left. After all, it was a fictitious plan.

The other side of the Hokage's apprentice was the Dreamer. Society embraced the Kyuubi as the unrealistic one. But in actuality, he was merely determined. The dolt knew, understood the harsh realities of life. He just chose to break every one possible in the most extravagant manner. The medic, on the other hand, was truly naïve. Her small family was all alive. Her best friend/rival had never betrayed her. She had never taken a life. To the cherry blossom, the world was not even black and white. It was colorful. There was yellow. He was bright, hard to miss, and annoying. But someday they could be like siblings and he would rule Konoha. And yellow's best friend was blue. One day; blue would be within grasp and she would never let him go. Blue would become lighter and smile more as red rubbed off on it. Someday they would become purple. A good, pretty color. They would all achieve their dreams. They would all fight, eat, breath together and die together at an old age and with a happier legacy then their predecessors. Maybe red, blue, and yellow could get a big house together. Then white could marry yellow if they wanted. And their kids would be friends, and their kid's kids could be friends. Not even the sky was their limit.

And then blue turned black. Yellow became orange, and red became green. There is always an awakening in the mornings. Its called growing up.

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Sasuke was not only an avenger, though he would rather kiss Na-... well, maybe not that much in denial. He liked to cast off his 'weaker halves'. However, a whole mirror is always more effective then a fragmented one.

The Uchiha was a Nestling. The reason behind the crazed power drive was a crying little boy with black eyes, kneeling beside his dead parents. The annoying girl grew up—harshly maybe, but it still happened. The dobe never was a kid, so he has no reason to age. But the prodigy was ripped from his childhood like a bat out of hell. So suddenly. Too suddenly. There was too much blood to go back to that innocence. Too much longing to push forward. He was stuck—a wandering little boy-man. The raven-haired ninja embodied everything biting, unaffected, and omnipotent... because he was so afraid of letting another person in again... afraid to be that helpless little brother again. In their three man cell, he and the idiot had always been closer than he and the pink-haired princess.

"The Dobe is stronger." He told himself. "The Dobe is useful."

The truth was: "The Dobe doesn't get hurt as easily."

"The Dobe doesn't break."

Maybe he loved that chartreuse-eyed little gnat. Maybe he didn't. He wouldn't dwell on it. Because even if the sharringan-user did, that was all the worse. Because he had loved his mother and his father.

He had loved Itachi.

And he was still the little boy-man with no home. Running forever toward the only family he had left. Even if he didn't realize that was what he was doing.

The cold-hearted heartthrob was a Contradiction. He had been since the massacre. It all started the first day of their official naming as Team 7, right after Kakashi's bell challenge. He had stated his goals then, in slightly less blunt words.

Kill Itachi. Resurrect Clan.

His hate demanded that his elder brother die by his hands for the atrocity. However the elder Uchiha was the only other surviving member. Sasuke was going to kill the rest of his clan, and then wished to revive it. The next one would be his power. It had never been hidden that the black-eyed shinobi lusted for strength. He left to go to Orochimaru because Konoha was not making him better. Konoha was too weak. But he only became angry with his hometown when a certain loud-mouthed rival bested him. He was jealous because dead last had become so much more competent. Konoha had made the dobe better, and yet he left because his home was too weak.

Then there were his relationships. Love-Hate. Or rather Hate-Love, with the bitter acrimony stuck forward. The stoic ninja fought bitterly with his rival. But that was also his best friend. He snapped daily at the pretty little pest onto him. Even if he silently wished to give in. The prodigy's life was dedicated to hunting and killing Itachi. And in the thick of denial, his brother's betrayal stung so much because he loved him. Yet that was the reason for the contradictions. Denial. The sharringan-user refused to acknowledge the truth and found himself wandering in a mists of self-employed lies. And in his lost travels, he became the ultimate irony.

Sasuke became Itachi the moment he betrayed Konoha and left his brother to trail after him.

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These complicated web of personae were led by a man who had so many angles he was rather curved and drawing him completely was impossible. But as for Team Kakashi gennin...

You just have to draw them out in linear perspective.

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This is the damn thing your supposed to read: I had this great idea for a Kakashi-centered one shot, but I need to know the name of Kakashi's father. I know he was White Fang, but what the hell was the guy's name??? I've looked it up and it seems to change each time!!!! So if anyone knows, please just tell me. Gracious!