A/N: This chapter is dedicated to K.E. Smith for being the first to review for chapter 5. Thank you so much for your honest opinion. :)

I like to believe that the mission to Wave Country wasn't the first time Team 7 asked for a C rank mission. This is my take on it.

Sasuke lived for his pride as an Uchiha.

Killing his older brother had become his whole world, albeit somewhere in the back of his mind he knew better than to listen to the man who wiped out his family. But Sasuke was only twelve years old and was a snotty revenge-driven genin. So his pride got hit pretty damn hard when Kakashi assigned him a top priority mission that ended up being a babysitting job.

Of his sensei's sister.

He really didn't have a choice in the matter, not after Kakashi delivered a mission scroll with the Hokage's name on it. Since when did the brat gain a status of high priority from the Hokage? Well it didn't matter now; she was currently chewing on his shirt. His favorite shirt.

Ironically the shirt belonged to his older brother.

He could feel the drool seeping into his shoulder. Kakashi had left him with a baby book and he was trying to get the kid to sleep. Except the kid chose to snuggle into Sasuke's shirt then proceeded to eat it. Apparently she was teething.

Dammit all to hell…

Frustrated but not willing enough to disobey the Hokage's orders, he removed his shirt and gave it to Kiyo to gnaw on. "Stay here, I'll get lunch." He closed the door behind him, not wanting her to go crawling through his apartment and into his things while he put together something to eat. He didn't exactly know what toddlers could or couldn't eat, but his guess was that rice was safe enough. So it was onigiri for lunch today.

His first clue that something might possibly be wrong was the silence in the small apartment. Even when she was eating his shirt, she made some modicum of noise. And since Sasuke was known to be extremely paranoid, his mind jumped to the worst case scenario: Kiyo had actually managed to somehow swallow some of his shirt.

Kakashi was going to skin him alive.

Putting down the tray of rice balls, he ran to his room and threw open the door. What he saw made him believe that Kakashi was going to skin him alive with a chopstick. His shirt was in the room, but the monster who had been chewing it was nowhere to be seen.

Oh shi—

Escape ladders were convenient things for a toddler. Especially a toddler who recently learned how to climb down from places that was so high. And especially when her precious "Nii tan" taught her how to properly fall into a roll.

No one could blame a Hatake for starting training early. Itachi was trained from birth!

Blinking away the dust cloud she created when she rolled, Kiyone looked up at the window she escaped from. "'Suke! 'Suke come pway!"

When she didn't see him come to the window, she took a deep breath and yelled louder, "Pway 'Suke! Now!"

"You demon child, there you are!"

Finally catching her babysitter's attention, she was pleased to see that he was waving the now drool covered shirt at her before coming down the fire escape to pick her up. "Sensei would have killed me if you really got away…" he muttered under his breath. "Oh, Kami, what now?"

Kiyo had started to cry. Great big sobs that shook her little body. "Not a demon, 'm not!" Upset, she pointed an indignant finger at him and cried, "You're mean. I'm gonna tell Nii tan you yell at me. I don' like you, 'Suke!"

Sasuke wondered if it would have taken much for his brother to kill him when he had the chance. At least that would have been a mercy compared to finding out his sensei's sister was going to rat him out for being a bad babysitter.

Sakura couldn't believe her luck when she found out it was her turn to take care of Kakashi's sister. She finally had another girl to play with and dress up and make new hairstyles….

"No! No! No, no, no!"

Kiyone didn't care how much it hurt as she ripped the hair ties from her hair. She didn't like the pinky haired girl very much; especially since she insisted on using her as a doll.

"But Kiyo chan, you'll look so pretty!" Sakura could not understand the child's behavior. When she was Kiyo's age, she wanted nothing more than to fit in and look pretty like the other girls at school.

"Don' wanna look pwetty! I wanna pway outside with Nii tan and 'Suke!" The toddler was currently wiping the gunk off her face. What twelve year old put make up and a child that young?

"Kiyo chan, they're not playing. They're training. It's too dangerous for little girls like you to be with them."

"I don' care! I don' like you!"

"Kiyo chan, don't yell. Here, how about you put on this dress—"

"No more dresses!" Fed up as only a frustrated toddler would be, Kiyo took matters into her own hands. Literally. It was such a pity that Sakura kept her hair long since it was what Kiyo went for. "I make you look pwetty!" Grabbing handfuls of Sakura's hair, Kiyo yanked and pulled it in different directions. After all, that's what it felt like Sakura did to her.

"Ow! Kiyo, let go of my hair! Kiyo, let go now! Let go!"

"I wan' go home! I want my Nii tan!"

Naruto had no idea what his teammates were complaining about. Kiyone was more tolerable than the babies at the orphanage. If she got hungry, he fed her. She wanted a nap? He read her a story. Play time at the training grounds? Odd, but no problem.

He played hide and go seek with her to practice his stealth. Even though he could hear her giggles, it would be good to practice sneaking up on someone. He didn't get very many chances around his sensei. And she was good company; she listened to what he had to say and that's more than what anyone else in the village besides the Hokage could do.

"…'Ruto wan' play on swing?"

Laughing, Naruto picked up Kiyone from the ground and set her on the swing properly.

…only to watch her slide right off.

"I can' do it, 'Ruto."

She looked so forlorn as she looked up at him with her big dark eyes that he patted her head and lifted her up in his arms. Sitting down on the swing himself, he placed her on his lap and took her hands in his. He helped show her how to hold the ropes on the side and gently kicked off from the ground to get the swing to…well, swing.

"See, you just hold on to these and you won't fall down anymore."

"Tank you, 'Ruto."

"But sensei!"

"No."

"Kakashi sensei, I took care of her like you said!"

"You made her cry."

"I just wanted to dress her up a little…"

"Sakura, when she came home, she tore apart ever dress she owned."

"…"

"And Sasuke, I heard from Asuma that Kiyo found her way outside your apartment."

"…she didn't get far."

"He said he watched her climb out of your window. You're on the third floor of the apartment complex."

"…"

Naruto shook his head at his teammate's antics while Kiyone sat on his shoulders. She was playing peek-a-boo by covering his eyes with her hands. He knew Sakura was an only child, but she had to have known that just because Kiyone was a little girl didn't mean she would like the same things Sakura did at her age. And leave it to Mr. Antisocial Uchiha to nearly lose sensei's sister. Did they really not know how to pay attention?

"Peek-a-boo, 'Ruto!" Kiyo's hands couldn't quite fully cover his eyes, but she still tried. She liked Naruto best instead of her other babysitters. He was nice to her and taught her new games.

"Ne, sensei." Naruto lifted Kiyone from his shoulders to sit on his lap, "Are we still going to train like you said?"

"Of course. After all, you didn't nearly lose her or make her cry. I'd say you're responsible enough for the C rank mission the Hokage is offering." Kakashi gave Naruto his one-eyed smile and internally giggled at Sakura and Sasuke's expressions. Both looked ready to suffer an aneurysm due to the blood vessel about to pop in their foreheads.

Definitely worth seeing if he meant he would finally get a chance to tell Naruto about his parents without any interruptions.

A/N: Wow that took longer than I thought it would. Oh well. At least I got it done.

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