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Hey all(: Here's the next chapter! …I'm so sorry if I make you roll up into a ball and hide in the corner. I think it would be really sad if you put Naruto music with a rain storm while reading this. I think I'll try that later and see if I can make myself cry. Hehe ^3^ Enjoy! (Yes, I realize I'm weird.)

Why does this have to happen to me…?

It's…so unfair

You just left without saying anything!?

'I'm done crying.' The broken genin lied to himself, gripping the fingers of the once Konoha White Fang. Dried blood seeped into his clothing and his hands were covered with tears and blood. He continuously shook his father in hopes for him to wake up again, calling his name with what was left of his shattered voice. It was scratchy and unfamiliar to him, his stomach felt empty from the throwing up so much and of course, feeling mutilated whenever he stared at his father. Multiple times, he tried to stand up to call for help but then would fall to his knees again crying like a child. His legs wouldn't allow him to move and his heart kept hurting more than any wound he could remember. Sakumo was dead yet he wouldn't admit it.

Kakashi was alone.

And his last encounter with his father was pure dispute.

Yet, his father left him for selfish reasons.

"Empty promises," whispered Kakashi, his eyes blood shot and his hand holding Sakumo's.

*Flashback*

With a small thud, Kakashi came tumbling down the stairs, stopping his impact with his arm. "OW!" He screamed as he looked at the blood streaming down his arm. Quickly, his father jumped down all the stairs and gazed at his bloodied son. He picked him up as he looked at him with a concerned face.

His father held him close to his chest, like he was the most precious thing in the world. "Oye, Kakashi… You alright?" The little Hatake sniffled lightly but tried to stay calm in respone. He continued. "No matter what, I'll always be there for you." He held the tiny Kakashi's arm where he was bleeding, wrapping torn cloth around the wound.

"Pr- Promise?" The little Hatake sniffed lightly, looking up at his hero while his tears were being wiped away.

"I promise," Sakumo answered to Kakashi, his smile warming Kakashi's heart. "If I'm far away, I'll come back for you. Also! You never give up without a fight!" Kakashi felt safe, always keeping this memory with him when he felt like giving up.

"Of course father!" Kakashi exclaimed while him and Sakumo sat on the steps. Giving a toothy grin, he squished himself into Sakumo's lap as they both seemed content. A question popped into the little child's head as he gazed up at his father, giving him a lot of attention. "Father? How come all the other kids have mommy's and I don't?"

The older Hatake's words go stuck in his throat as he stared down at his gift from his wife. His eyes softened as he flipped Kakashi around on his lap so he was facing him. "Well you see..." There was no way he would tell his child that she died because of giving birth to him. "Mommy is still with us, just not in physical form like most family's have."

"Oh...but whys that?"

"Er." He paused as he pushed some of his child's hair back in a fatherly way. "She passed away a little bit after you were born. She was a very strong women, believe me." He smiled to himself as he continued. "But that just means I have to take the duty of being two parents, so that means I'll be even more there for you, Kakashi."

Kakashi let out a small giggle as he turned back around and tapped his arm where it hurt. "I bet she was hurting a lot more then me! Poor mommy. She was strong!"

"Heh, she was indeed. Very much." Sakumo stated as he rested his chin on the child's head.

"YEAH! Take that meanies!"

"Meanies? Who?"

Kakashi's face became slightly huffed up. "These meanies were making fun of me because I didn't have a mommy."

"Hmph...really."

"But I told them I have an awesome daddy who could beat them up and they ran away." His eyes held admiration as he stared at his father figure. The 2 year old kicked his legs back and forth as he tapped his hands on his fathers thighs.

"I'll stay that awesome hip dad forever kiddo and I'll always stay by your side." At that, Kakashi smiled and felt much better.

*End of Flashback*

"YOU LIAR!" He screamed as he got up, leaning on the wall next to him. Shaking and holding on the window frame, he stared at the corpse beneath him. "You…you-YOU JERK!" Mentally, he felt like crying again but kept it in, letting his eyes sting. "I HATE YOU!" His screams cracked in his throat as he punched the wall over and over again.

Soon enough, his knuckles were split and although blood was rushing down his arms, he didn't falter. "…you should have completed the mission! You're a disgrace! You… Stupid! Stupid!...stupid…stu…pid" The words were muttered over and over until he stopped punching the wall. Instead, he let his forehead hit the wall to calm himself down. The tears seemed to stop and at the same time, it seemed the rain halted as well. His eyes stared at the wall, darkness beginning to form in his heart.

"You're a humiliation." Teeth bared, he gazed back down at the floor and his eyes softened. Who would he show his accomplishments too? Who would teach him new jutsus? …."That's baby stuff." He muttered like he was losing his mind. His small figure slid down the wall smudging combined blood together; eyes shutting tightly as he held his hands on his head. Pulling his legs to his chest, he let himself breathe uneasy unwillingly. He felt lost and began to hyperventilate and then his shoulders began shake uncontrollably. How could all this happen!? His father's last words to him were so angry and hateful and...his returned words were no better.

To calm himself, he stared at the never ending rain that kept pelting the window. The window he used to always look out of and wait for his father whenever he went away on missions. The same window that he would sit by with his father while Sakumo would tell him stories about his mother. Rain kept coming, it was like it was mocking Kakashi for crying so much. How long had it been? It felt like an eternity as he smelled his fathers blood on his hands.

Hours seemed to past and soon enough, he was out cold from everything that had happened. His body lay in the heap of blood from his slumbering father and his hands clutched his father's headband in one hand. Together, they'd spend their last moments in silence. He wished he could die.

Fuzzy and slowly, the white ceiling came into view of the silvered haired Hatake. That familiar ceiling he hated with much passion. 'The…hospital?' He groggily asked himself as he turned his head to the side, trying to focus on the figure next to him. A woman, probably a medic, leaned next to him while she was fixing the IV in his wrist with much gentleness. Her face was filled with much sadness as she forced a smile on her face when she made eye contact.

"Ah...you're awake honey." The medic's eyes looked at him softly while she spoke in a light whisper. "How are you feeling dear?" His eyes fluttered lightly as he moved his head to look around the room. It then hit him. Why he was here. 'I must of passed out.' "Hm? Darling?"

"Oh," His attention moved back to the kind women as he frowned slightly. "I'm ok." Kakashi's voice was small, forcing himself to talk to this woman was beginning to get challenging. His eyes stared up at the ceiling once more as he felt his fingers aching at his sides. "That's right-today is my Birthday." He said softly to himself and turned his attention back to the lady.

"Is it? How nice! Happy birthday dear." She smiled with hers eyes but then saw that the emotion in Kakashi's face was nowhere to be found.

They stayed silent together until the women shuffled in discomfort. His gaze left hers while he felt his body ache with sorrow and hurt.

"Do…do you think if my dad was here…he would get me a good present?" The now 5 year old asked as his lips trembled at remembering he wouldn't be able to celebrate it like he usually did.

Her expression was a bit shocked as she averted her eyes away from him. "I think- I'm sure he'd get you something very special Kakashi-kun." Rubbing his hand and sighing deeply, she looked at him to make sure he was ok. "I'll check up on you later honey, just press the button if you need anything." With a nod from him, the door closed softly moments after. But before she had left, he had asked her to open up the window for him.

'Happy birthday…to me…Happy birthday to me.' The last Hatake thought to himself as his stare went to the window. Usually Sakumo would wake him up in the morning and yank him out of bed. Then, there would be an amazing breakfast and the rest of the day, was just him and Kakashi. '...I kept the window up dad, and the light...just in case you came home…I wish you were here,' Kakashi wished in solitude on his fake birthday cake.

My lord. I finally finished this chapter. Took longer than expected but hope you like it. Please review and I'll be trying to put another chapter asap. Till then, peace love and bliss.