If I owned Naruto and Sasuke and the actual anime, do you think I'd be doing this?

So no, I don't own them. I only own Amie, Kien and Senka.

(Ok this is kind of a side chapter, based on Kakashi and Kien's relationship)

As Kien entered Konoha back from his mission, he said his goodbyes to his teacher and teammates, before heading home. He sighed, he already knew his father wouldn't be there, and his mother would be cooking dinner, exhausted from teaching students at the academy.

As he predicted, when he entered his home, he saw his Mom in the kitchen; he smiled fondly at the sight. At least his Mom cared about him.

"Kien is that you?" Iruka called, as Kien tried to sneak into the main room, without him noticing.

"Yeah Mom it's me"

Iruka turned round and faced him, and put his hands on his hips.

"Trying to sneak in without telling me, how the mission went were you? Well nice try mister, sit down and tell me"

Kien sighed and sat at the kitchen table, Iruka sat next to him, while his son told him everything that had happened on the mission. When he had finished, Iruka was beaming at him.

"It sounds like you work well with your new team. Well I already knew you worked well with Amie, but I wasn't sure about Senka. Your father will be proud"

Kien scoffed. "He doesn't care about me, he never has. All he cares about, is going to that memorial stone."

Iruka frowned at his son. "That's not true Kien and you know it isn't"

The boy didn't answer, but stood from the table, his mother also stood.

"Where are you going?"

He shrugged. "Out"

Iruka watched his son walk towards the door.

"What about dinner?"

Kien opened the door. "Not hungry"

The Chunin winced as the door slammed behind the boy.

Kien sat on top of the Hokage Mountain, where all the faces of the previous Hokages were. It was his and Amie's favorite place to go when they were angry, or upset. Sometimes they would sit up there together and look down at the village until dark. He felt someone's presence behind him, but didn't speak or turn around.

"Thought you'd be up here" came his father's voice.

Again he didn't speak or budge as Kakashi sat next to him, he just stared straight ahead. Kakashi spoke again, his voice calm, but the young boy could sense the anger in his words.

"I've just had your mother in near hysterics, do you know why?"

Kien did know why, but refused to speak. He suddenly found his mask too hot and pulled it down, exposing the rest of his face. Kakashi started to grow impatient.

"It's about what you said, about how I supposedly don't care about you. Ring any bells yet?"

Kien frowned. "It's true, you don't care about me, and all you care about is making sure I'm the best, by training me non-stop and that memorial stone. You never praise me or show any fatherly affection towards me"

He took a deep breath, before speaking again.

"And I never see you anymore"

He felt wetness prick the back of his eyes, and wiped them on his shoulder, he heard Kakashi sigh.

"I didn't know you felt like that, Kien. You should know, I'm not really an affectionate person, I guess it's because my father wasn't with me. And I didn't think you'd need praise from me, you should know I'm proud of you, I always will be"

He looked at his son, and saw he was looking at his lap, and that his bottom lip was quivering.

"Look at me Kien"

The young boy did as he was told, and was surprised when he was pulled, into a hug.

"And don't ever say, I don't care about you again, you're my son and I love you. If anything happened to you, I don't know how I'd cope"

He felt the young boy wipe his eyes again, and then pull his mask up. When Kien looked at Kakashi again, he was smiling.

"I love you too dad"