I do not own Naruto

Kakashi hadn't expected to be woken up so early for the second time this week, greeted by that same annoying siren of a baby. He let out a groan, covering his ears with his pillow, a part of him already knowing that this would not work. Sure enough, the screeches of the toddler could still be heard and he once again, had no choice but to unsteadily rise to his feet and hobble into the hallway. It didn't help that he had a massive headache from the one too many drinks that he had consumed. The only difference from last time was the fact that he could see Rin padding through the hallway towards little Naruto's room as well. He let out a sigh, using the walls of the giant house to stabilize himself before he entered the little blonde's room.

He found Rin taking the child out of his crib, rocking him back and forth like she always did. The child continued wailing, his screams echoing through the house hold as he thrashed from side to side, arms flailing and legs kicking out in panic.

"Shhh, Naruto," Rin soothed, her hand brushing against his forehead. Her eyes widened as she looked towards a half-asleep Kakashi, "He's got a fever."

"What?" Kakashi demanded, suddenly wide awake as he walked over to the kunoichi and infant, running his hand across the toddler's forehead. Sure enough, he was burning up. The silver jonin looked at Rin with panicked eyes, "What do we do?"

"Bring me his bottle, fill it with cold milk from the fridge. It should be in the first cabinet to the left," she told him as she started to undress the young child, "And if you have any cloths made out of cotton, I'll need them. It helps the air pass through better."

"Right," Kakashi bolted down the hall, skidding to a stop as he entered the kitchen. First cabinet to the left, There! He opened the cabinet, pulling out Naruto's little orange feeder bottle before yanking open the fridge and grabbing the milk. Pouring the white liquid into the clear bottle, he twisted the lid shut before making his way to his room. Setting the bottle down he rummaged through his drawers, letting out a sound of satisfaction as he found one of his old shirts that he had kept over the years, a shirt that he had worn when he was two. Feeling the fabric between his fingers he determined that the cloth was indeed cotton. Grabbing the bottle on the way out he raced down the hallway.

"Have you got it?" Rin asked as Kakashi entered the room. He threw the shirt at her before setting down the bottle on the table that Naruto rested on. Rin caught the shirt, nodding as she felt the fabric before she began to re-dress the toddler who squirmed in protest. She then reached for the bottle, untwisting it before coaxing the infant to drink. Little Naruto momentarily stopped crying instead sucking intently at the milk. He watched as Rin held him tightly, the toddler finally letting go of the bottle and starting to fall asleep. He could see the child's eyes lids dropping shut before he went slack in her arms, the only sound being his now steady breaths. Rin set little Naruto down into his crib before gesturing for Kakashi to turn off the lights. He did as he was told, watching as the girl walked up to him, giving him a light shove out the door. He exited the room, Rin right behind him. He could hear her yawn as they made their way to the living room.

"You should sleep, I'll stay awake to see if his temperature heightens," Rin told him though from her constant yawning he knew that she would not last more than an hour. He shook his head, crossing his arms.

"No, you sleep. You've worked at the hospital all day, I'm the one that's relieved from my ANBU missions," he told her firmly. He narrowed his eyes as she stubbornly shook her head, planting herself on the couch.

"You have a hangover, you should rest or else that headache is only going to get worse," she insisted, "And you should sleep on the bed, not the couch. I've already told you, this is your house, you should sleep on the bed!"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Kakashi muttered though he couldn't help but wince slightly as the pounding in his head became worse. He let out a groan as Rin pulled him towards his room, pushing him onto his made bed. He landed on the soft mattress, his body begging him to rest as his eyes began drooping. With little resolve he looked up.

"I'll sleep if you do," he yawned. To his surprise Rin plopped down beside him, her added weight backing the mattress bounce once before firmly returning to it's original form. She was laid down facing him, her hazel eyes searching his face for a moment before she closed her eyes. He watched as she let out a deep breath before falling still.

Goodnight Rin.

Kakashi walked through the training field shielding his eyes as the sun shone above him. He ran a hand through his silver hair, adjusting his forehead protector so that the fabric covered his sharingan eye. It was bad enough that he still had hints of a hangover, there was no need to give himself a migraine. As he walked through the familiar grounds, the sounds of blades clashing together, explosions and cries of determination greeted him. He glanced up to see several groups of ANBU already practicing.

Today was the day that Rin had off from her duties at the hospital. Taking advantage of the situation, he had decided that it was time to train, his muscles were already itching to be strained. The last thing that he would want was for his fighting skill to deteriorate.

The group of ANBU made up of roughly five or six people paused as he padded past them. He could feel their eyes following his every movement, this wasn't unusual. Ever since he had joined the ANBU it was like this, eyes always on him, daring him to screw up. He turned around, narrowing his grey eye. The ANBU cringed under his sudden hard gaze before taking a few steps back. He smirked under his mask as he continued to walk forward, at least he hadn't lost his intimidating glare.

"Sempai!" He heard Tenzo call as he approached his squad who trained at the far end of the field. He could see a trail of blood running down Tenzo's forehead mingling with beads of sweat that poured down his face. The little brown haired boy gave him a wave before dropping his kunai and making his way towards the silver haired jonin. His opponent looked up before waving over at the ANBU captain as well.

"Tenzo, Raido!" He called giving them a wave before joining them. He noticed that Raido had a cut on the lower half of his arm, "Looks like you've been working hard in my absence."

"Yes sir." Raido panted, slumping down on the grass. He wiped the sweat off his forehead before dropping his kunai beside Tenzo's.

"Good," Kakashi told him, his hands shoved in his pockets as he scanned the clearing. From here he could see the fourth member of their squad, Genma, charging at the wooden dummies that were set out. He could see that his teammates speed had increased as he slit the necks of the wooden men with ease. As Genma paused to take a break he waved at his captain before walking over to the water bottle he had brought and chugged it down.

"What are you doing here, sempai?" Tenzo asked, drawing the jonins attention back to the boy. Tenzo had stood up along with Raido, their eyes both lit with confusion, "Aren't you supposed to be off from ANBU missions for now?"

"That doesn't mean I shouldn't be training," Kakashi replied, putting a hand on the younger ANBU's shoulder before smiling," I'll be back on missions soon anyway."

"That's good, we need our best shinobi ready to fight, from what I heard it's only a matter of time till we go to war with the Hidden Stone Village," Raido added, surprising the teen.

"What? We have a peace treaty with them, don't we?" Kakashi grit his teeth together. The last time they had gone to war with them...Obito had...He shook his head quickly to dismiss his thoughts before looking at Raido with narrowed eyes.

"They're signs that they are already preparing for war. It's just a rumor though so I'm sure there's no need to be too worried," Genma had made his way over, butting in. Kakashi sighed, closing his eyes. War again, it had only been six years since the last one! His hands in fists he grit his teeth together. He hated war, he fucking hated it.

"Then we should prepare as well," he seethed through gritted teeth. He opened his eyes, peeling back the fabric that covered his sharingan eye. The word instantly became clearer, sharper. From the corner of his grey eye he could see his teammates take a step back as he marched past them, determination in his eyes. He had to become stronger before the war began, he couldn't be weak like last time. He couldn't let any one important to him die, he couldn't let Rin die.

His hands moving at an astonishing speed, he weaved the familiar signs with his hands.

"Chidori!" Lightning ignited through his fingers, the sound of a thousand birds chirping filling the field. He was well aware that other ANBU teams had stopped working at the sound, all eyes on him. As energy rippled through his right hand he flexed his muscles, eyes narrowing before he starting running.

12 dummies, 12 people. He plunged his hand through the first dummy, his hand slicing though it as if it were butter. Stronger, harder. He increased his chakra concentration, satisfaction running through him as the lightning increased in strength to the point that the next dummy was sliced in half before his hand even made contact. He avoided the pieces of wood that came flying his way, maneuvering around them before taking down two more dummies at once. They exploded, lightning bursting through the clearing as smoke engulfed the area.

Tenzo covered his eyes, hands thrown up in front of his face in an attempt to keep the little pieces of wood from hitting him. He coughed as the smoke curled around him and shards of burning timber showered onto him,. He let out a paniced cry, narrowly avoiding the flames as he stepped back, right into Raido who grunted as he was sent stumbling backwards at the sudden extra weight.

As the smoke cleared he could see the groups of ANBU across the clearing staring into the cloud of smoke that remained. From here he could make out the pathetic excuses of 12 stumps burning.

"Sempai!" He called, watching as the remainder of smoke drifted away and the figure of his sempai came into view.

Kakashi stood silently, letting the lightning that had gathered in his hand fade away to the point where only a spark of electricity bounced around his palm. He watched with blank eyes as the lightning in his palm finally died down before looking back behind his shoulder at the wreckage he had left behind. Instead of twelve practice dummies, the sight of twelve burning stumps greeted him. He watched with narrowed eyes as an unfamiliar hooded ANBU put out the fire before turning to the jonin.

"Kakashi Hatake, the Hokage requests your presence immediately."