Kakashi was having a great day lying on the couch with a still-small Kasumi stretched out next to him.

Until Hana came home with a crying Naruto on her back.

"Dad," she said. To not confuse the kids when they were learning how to talk, Hana had started calling him Dad. She never actually stopped.

"What's wrong?" he asked, sitting up and staring at the two kids. Hana set Naruto down on the couch next to the Jonin.

"He was bullied by some kids walking home, or something." Hana shrugged, unsure as to what had actually happened.

Kakashi pulled Naruto into his lap and hugged him close, sighing as he wished Tsume were here. She had always been better at these kinds of things than he was.

"Its okay, Naruto," he whispered. Naruto sniffled, burying his face in Kakashi's vest. Kakashi looked up to see where Hana was, only to find that she had disappeared, leaving him alone to figure out the problem and soothe his son.

"D-daddy," Naruto whispered, voice choked. Kakashi hummed to show he was listening. "Am I a monster?"

Kakashi froze, not understanding the words that had come out from his son's mouth for a second.

"No, Naruto, you are not a monster." Kakashi finally said. "Who told you that you were?"

"Some kids at school."Naruto answered. Kakashi held back a snarl—living with three Inuzuka's, you had to pick up some traits.

"Well, that's because they don't know the real you. They don't know what you're really like." Kakashi said.

Naruto sat up and wiped his tears away. "You're right, Daddy! Where are Kiba and Sasuke?"

Kakashi chuckled. "Upstairs in their room."

Naruto was halfway up the stairs before he had even finished the sentence.

Kakashi groaned and dropped his head into his hands. God, he was barely six and already people thought Naruto was the Demon Fox.

/\/\

Later, when Tsume was finally home from where ever she had been, Kakashi told her about what had happened to Naruto.

Tsume growled, slit irises narrowed in anger. "How dare they do that to him!"

Kakashi sighed. "Tsume, we have to do something about this."

"You think I don't know that?" she snapped, instantly calming down when Sakura walked in to the kitchen.

"Mom," she said. "Where are my shoes?"

"In the hallway. Where they should be. Why?" Tsume said. Sakura smiled.

"I'm going over to Ino's house for a while." Sakura answered. She waved and left, and Tsume immediately turned back to Kakashi.

"What are you going to do about this?" she asked, leaning against the counter. Kakashi blinked.

"Me?"

"Yes, you. He's your son." Tsume replied, biting into an apple while she waited for the chicken in the oven to finish.

"He's your son, too!"

"Anyways, you have to get this solved. Talk to the Hokage, the teachers, something. I'm busy for the next couple days and wouldn't have time to do it." Tsume said, as if she hadn't heard what Kakashi was saying.

"I'm not getting out of this, am I?" Kakashi said. Yeah, he loved his son, but he had things to do. Then he blinked and smirked, clearly visible without his mask.

Yeah, he was going to have fun with solving this.

/\/\

The next day, Kakashi waited outside the Academy for the school to end and the kids to come out.

He had been able to get a description of the kids from Naruto, and now all he had to do was find them.

He didn't have to wait long. Minutes after he had settled himself against a wall, students flooded the yard, searching for parents. Kakashi was here for two reasons. One, to pick up his kids. Two, to beat up the kids who had bullied Naruto.

It was time for him to do number two.

He walked over to where the three kids were laughing, striding out of the courtyard. The tallest boy clapped the brunette next to him on the back, and Kakashi jumped up into the tree in front of them. When the three stopped for a moment in front of him, he dropped to the ground and scared the crap out of them.

"Hello, boys," he greeted, straightening. He slipped his hand into his pocket, tilting his head to the side. "I heard you made my son cry."

The tall one gulped, shoving his friend in front of him. "It was him!" he shrieked. Kakashi raised an eyebrow.

"I don't think so. Naruto told me that it was you…Dai."

Dai screeched and turned to run, but Kakashi was already behind him. "You're not going anywhere. You need to pay for what you said to my son."

His two friends cowered by the tree, and Kakashi smirked under his mask.

"So," he said. "What do you think you should do about this?"

"I-I don't know," Dai whimpered.

"Wrong answer."

By the time Kakashi was done with the three of them, they were terrified of him and had wet their pants at least three times—each.

/\/\

That night, Naruto was gulping down his food so fast Kakashi almost wondered if he was okay—but he had raised this kid. He knew that eating like this was Naruto's way of recovering from a traumatic experience. And yesterday he had only picked at his dinner. He was fine.

"I'm a vegetarian," Hana announced suddenly. Kakashi blinked at her. Kiba and Naruto stared at her, mouths gaping open. Sakura continued eating. And Itachi and Sasuke rolled their eyes.

"Sis, how can you become a vegetarian?"Kiba shuddered, like the very idea of it was painful.

"Easy. I don't want to eat meat anymore." Hana answered, shrugging.

"We're Inuzuka's!"Naruto shouted. Technically, he wasn't an Inuzuka, but he was as good as one.

Kakashi rolled his eyes. "Hana, are you sure?" he asked. She nodded.

"Are you sure?" Kiba repeated. He waved a piece of leftover chicken under her nose. She twitched. "If you become a vegetarian, you can't eat chicken."

She growled at him, and Kakashi chuckled. This was so normal.

"Yes," Hana said. "I am sure. Now if you'll excuse me, I am going to my room."She dropped her plate in the sink and stalked out of the room.

The second they had heard the sound of her door slamming shut, Kiba burst out laughing. "You can totally tell that she can't stand the thought of being away from her chicken!" he exclaimed.

Kakashi shook his head and laughed.

A/N: Yay, another chapter! I really don't have anything better to do with my life. I need a hobby…oh wait. Writing is my hobby. Oh well! Tell me what you think!