A/N: Thank you for taking the time to click on this fanfic. As of June 2014, there is 362k Naruto fanfics, so I appreciate that you decided to click on this. This fanfic will be bouncing back and forth between 1st person's (or Takeshi's) P.O.V. to 3rd Person's P.O.V. as I go on and I will try my best to update at least once a week.

Disclaimer: 'Naruto' belongs to Masashi Kishimoto. I own nothing but my OC and other OC side-characters that might turn up in the future chapters. I get nothing from this other than the multiplying plot bunnies in my brain.

Warning: Rated T for violence, immoral themes, gore, confusion, and bipolar tendencies.

Beta: This chapter has been revised by readerboy7.

The man who smiles when things go wrong has thought of someone to blame it on.

~Robert Bloch

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Why was I even here in the first place?

I was reborn into a messed up world where children were trained to kill. In a world where ninjas exist there is no safe haven.

This world made everyone suffer.

Obito was ignored by his own clan and grew up as an orphan. He fell in love with a girl who didn't even give a shit about his undying love for her. He died protecting his friends and never got to tell the girl of his dreams how much he loved her.

Even Naruto, he was born only to be detested by everyone around him. He grew up like Obito, an orphan hated by the village for something that he didn't do. All he ever wanted was to be acknowledged by the village, so people would know that he existed.

This world is filled with ungrateful bastards and stupid morons.

Yes all those people suffered or will suffer but what about me? Why was I brought here? What is my purpose? I'm not supposed to be here. Some could even say I was a 'glitch' in this 'game'.

People will die every day. In this world no one can have peace. Other people need to die first before they even gain peace or make their dream come true. Heck! Some people, like Hidan, kill humans for their own amusement or 'religious' reasons.

So, if you sum things up; I'm irrelevant, people will keep dying no matter what, they will get killed, and in this world murder happens every day.

I hate this world. It's disgusting, it's cursed.

All I ever wanted was to live a normal and happy life... But that's not possible here. What am I going to do? Which side would I be in? ... Shisui said 'Only in death there is real peace.' But considering my position, I highly doubt it and if you think about Summoning: Impure World Reincarnation it just makes the statement sound false. Obito was right we are all living in hell.

I died to get reincarnated in hell.

I've realized that there is no such thing as good and bad. Naruto and the rest of the people think that Madara's idea of peace was evil; while I on the other hand agree with Madara.

'Good' and 'bad' don't exist in this world, it's all in each person's perspective, belief, and logic.

...

"Hm... so, this is how crazy people think."

The sound of crying filled the room. December 31, snowy morning. 15 hours of labour was worth it.

"There, there... don't cry little one." The nurse cooed the crying child before turning to the couple before her. "Congratulations, Kinju-san, it's a boy."

"A boy... did you hear that, Seika?" A male voice asked gently.

The woman, Seika chuckled weakly before answering. "Yes, dear, I did."

"Do you have a name in mind?"

She brushed away a few strands of her son's black hair. "Takeshi."

The newborn fidgeted and let out a gurgling noise.

"I think he likes it," The nurse mused then passed the child to his mother.

Seika held the child and waited for him to open his eyes. Moments later, golden eyes stared back to her green ones. Takeshi reached out and grabbed a piece of the woman's hair and made another noise. Seika smiled and brushed the back of her hand against the child's chubby cheeks.

"You both need to rest, Seika." The male voice said.

Frowning, she handed her son to his father as she fell back the bed. The man wrapped a blanket around the child and placed him down on to the other bed. Takeshi stared at the strange man the whole time and wondered what he was saying. When he noticed the baby staring he gave him a goofy grin.

"Hello, Takeshi. My name is Kinju Yukimaru." He said, happily.

"Kinju-san!"

~1 Month Later

"Takeshi, don't cry." However, the baby didn't stop and continued to bawl. "What do I do? Seika's the one who knows how to handle this. But-" his voice cracked.

The child stopped crying and stared at his father. Tilting his head, confusion became clear in his face. Yukimaru didn't notice this and continued to look down. Takeshi grabbed the collar of his shirt and got his attention. Yukimaru redirected his gaze to his son.

"Oh... you just wanted company?" he laughed. "Don't worry I'll always be here for you." Inwardly wincing at his words, he grabbed a chair to sit on and adjusted the baby in his arms.

"Go to sleep Takeshi, when you wake up I'll be here. Your mother wouldn't want me to leave you alone, right?" He tried to lighten things up.

The child could only do so few things, he stared at his father and gave him a smile.

"Dad," Yukimaru blinked at the strange word. It didn't make sense obviously but it was the first thing his son ever said; most of the time he just cried or stared sadly. It didn't fit, nothing fit. His friend told him a few things about infants, but his son, Takeshi, is different.

"What was that dear?"

The child yawned and stretched his small body, "Dad," he mumbled again and fell asleep.

Dad... It didn't make any sense, not one bit. Was his son trying to say something? Isn't it too early?

~10 Months Later

Yukimaru was impressed by his son's growth. He was mentally advanced, knowing full well that the triangle goes through the triangular-shaped hole. He also knew that one goes before two. The only things Yukimaru was worried about were his son's vocabulary and motor-control skills.

He always took his son outside to meet a few people. Takeshi always smiled at his friends and got along well with them but he once caught his son babbling unrecognisable words then stating what the item he pointed at was.

He once walked in and saw his son point at him with his chubby finger and uttered the words 'Dad'. He shivered. It was the same word he used months earlier. Moments after, with a wide grin Takeshi called him Otou-san. He happily lifted his son and congratulated him.

"Good job, Takeshi. I'm so proud of you." He cooed. Inside he was trying to make the gesture have some sense but it never did, even now.

A life, for a life. I was given a second chance, but someone had to die because of me. I'm terrible... I have terrible luck. They say no one can escape death... but I just did. Reincarnation... I never thought it could be real. Takeshi thought while he was 'playing' with a toy.

Did he accept the fact that he was reincarnated? Of course not, this predicament is bull! I needed to learn how to walk, I needed to learn how to speak Japanese, I needed to learn how to write in Japanese, I needed to remember all the characters for kanji, and I needed to lose my accent.

Takeshi's mind flared in anger but he tried to change it as quickly as possible. His new father, Yukimaru, seemed really nice and caring.

"Takeshi," he started as he picked his son up. "We're going for a walk again, we haven't done that in a while."

He could never get angry at the man who took the time to raise him and the guy who didn't hate him for Seika's death.

But deep inside he still wants to go back to his world where he was a sickly thirteen year old stuck inside a hospital with a tower of comic books by his small table... actually, they're called 'manga'.

Takeshi woke up to see three people standing around his bed. Stretching his body, he sat up to see his father talking to a man with spiky, silver-coloured hair that reached into the middle of his back tied in a pony-tail and bangs that hung over his... 'forehead protector'?

Yukimaru noticed him and greeted, "Good morning, Takeshi," he walked over to the bed to pick his son up.

The familiar man looked at Takeshi with a kind smile. "It's nice to finally meet your child, Yukimaru. How are you?" Yukimaru flinched.

Takeshi knew exactly what he was thinking. He gave the man a glare, but it ended up looking like a 'cute' pout on his child face.

Takeshi did his best to distract Yukimaru for months and now this 'Sakumo' just comes in and ruins everything.

"I'm fine, Sakumo-san. Thank you for visiting," Yukimaru replied. "And I see you brought Kakashi with you."

Kakashi? Never thought anyone would actually name their kid after a famous character from a manga. Takeshi thought.

He read manga and watched anime. He had almost nothing to do at the hospital. So when the day his friend, Ben, brought in some boo- manga he had literally read each one of them, cover to cover.

Naruto, he remembered. Hatake Kakashi, classified as: Powerful Badass Book Pervert.

His memory's a bit blurry though, it felt like it's been a long time since he last read it.

But I do remember that Kakashi was one of the most interesting characters. Now I'm meeting someone that's, technically, named after the guy. I want to know the reason why 'Sakumo' would name his kid after a fictional character. He thought.

He squirmed in his father's arm which confused the adults. "Takeshi, are you okay?" Yukimaru asked in concern. His son was acting oddly again.

Takeshi ignored him and continued to squirm until he noticed that he could reach Sakumo from where Yukimaru was standing. He moved his arms this time and grabbed Sakumo's shirt.

"Hi," Takeshi said trying to act casual.

"I think he likes you, Sakumo-san." Yukimaru said, smiling. Relief washed over Yukimaru when he saw that his son seems to be ok with Sakumo... unlike Fugaku.

Meanwhile, Takeshi got a better view of Sakumo. He wore a green flak jacket over a sweater, and over the sweater he had a white shirt, which had red edges and a swirly print on the side. By this point Takeshi was... he couldn't comprehend the situation. He thought he's out of his mind. Sakumo even carried a suspicious looking holster of some sort, which held-

Takeshi quickly retracted his hand from Sakumo's shirt and buried his face on his father's shoulder. A weapon! Why the hell does this guy carry a weapon?! Wait... Sakumo? But isn't that Kakashi's father? Kakashi, the fictional character, from Naruto. He frantically asked himself.

Takeshi peeked a bit to look at the child in Sakumo's arms and saw a mini-version of Sakumo wearing a grey shirt and black shorts. He had silver hair like and pale skin. He looked exactly like 'canon-Kakashi' but in baby form and no mask.

Takeshi looked up to see the adults staring at him. "I didn't know you were shy. Come on, don't be like that. It's fun to make friends and meet new people. Remember Fugaku? He was fun to talk to, right?" Yukimaru tried to reassure his son. He's always been aloof but this is a different reaction from the usual, stare and babble.

Takeshi gawked at his father's words. Fugaku...? No wonder-wait... how come father talked to him? Last time I checked, he's not a person anyone can easily talk to.

Takeshi adjusted himself to look at Kakashi again to see if his eyes were playing tricks on him. But he was again, greeted by a baby with silver hair. He looked back and forth between the father and son duo.

"Takeshi," Sakumo started, carefully. "This is Kakashi, he's my son." Sakumo gave him a gentle smile.

Kakashi went over to Takeshi and dipped his head. "Hello," Kakashi said as he returned the gesture.

At first bowing to someone you don't know felt weird to Takeshi, because shaking hands is what he considered normal. But as time went by it slowly felt natural... sort of.

Sakumo and Yukimaru started to walk out the door but Takeshi stopped them.

"Wait," he said with a small voice. Takeshi pointed at Sakumo's weapon as if to say 'leave it'.

No matter how nice Sakumo was in the story, Takeshi didn't trust him to be in the same room with his father, especially while he's carrying that thing.

Both the adults glanced at each other with an uneasy look.

"Um," Yukimaru started. "Don't worry about it, Takeshi. Sakumo-san is a friend," He said ruffling the small amount of hair his son had. "Be good you two, we'll be back in an hour." Yukimaru said speeding up his words, before exiting the room, leaving the door slightly open.

Kakashi looked at the other kid and saw him staring at the floor with a look of horror plastered on his face.

I'm in the Narutoverse... What. The. Hell! Damn it, are you telling me I have no choice but to accept this nightmare?! Takeshi yelled in his mind. In real life he fell on his back and rolled on his stomach. He let out a small squeak that would have been the girliest shriek if he hadn't stopped himself. This is very bad!

Kakashi pulled a bag over to Takeshi's direction and sat down next to him.

"What is that, Kashi-nii?" Takeshi asked, innocently.

Kakashi gave him a small glance then proceeded to ignore him and opened the bag. He grabbed something and shoved it in front of his face. When Takeshi's eyes finally focused he saw a stuffed animal.

"Dog," Kakashi slowly said. "Horse, rat, tiger, dragon, ox, snake, boar," He continued saying slowly while showing Takeshi the toy that corresponds to the following animals.

Takeshi was unaware of what to do so he just nodded at everything Kakashi said; letting him know he's listening.

Aren't these the animals for the ninja hand signs? Why is he teaching me this? Takeshi thought.

After repeating it a couple of times Kakashi looked satisfied and nodded to himself. He gathered the toys and positioned them on a row in front of Takeshi.

"Rabbit," Kakashi said. At first Takeshi didn't know what he wanted him to do, so he sat there looking confused.

Seconds later, he made an 'oh' sound when he realized what he was supposed to do. He grabbed the rabbit then showed it to Kakashi.

Kakashi gave him a nod of approval then stated the other animals. "Sheep, monkey, dragon, horse, ox," Takeshi showed him every toy, which corresponds to the animal he says. Takeshi was starting to think this mini game was entertaining.

Kakashi stopped and gave him one of his famous, close-eyed smile. "Good job, otouto." Takeshi blinked. He's going to roll with it? Kakashi reached over and patted his head. "Otouto."

Takeshi couldn't help but feel nostalgic. He remembered his first mother doing the same thing all the time. She would pat his head then say, 'don't worry, you'll get better in no time.' He fell for it every time.

Frowning, Takeshi thought. I can't go back there anymore even if I wanted to. My life there is done, I have a new one now; which I'm not exactly very happy about.

He looked at Kakashi and smiled at him. Better not make him worry. "Kashi-nii? Help walk... Please?" He asked.

Kakashi didn't hesitate and stood up holding out his hand. Takeshi happily held on as his friend pulled him up and led him to the wall.

"It's easy to follow. It also helps if you lose balance," Kakashi said. He nodded then wobbled around the room, occasionally holding the wall for support, while Kakashi followed close behind.

Meanwhile, outside the room by the small dining area, Yukimaru and Sakumo had worried looks on their faces. Both didn't understand why a 10-month-old would know a tanto is dangerous.

"How come your son knows what a tanto is? Did you teach him already?" Sakumo asked with a frown, breaking the silence.

Yukimaru sighed. "I never brought up ninjas before, I didn't want him to know this early." He shook his head. "Never mind, this is more important. Can we please, just focus on this first?"

Sakumo nodded in understanding and ushered him to continue. "No problem."

Back in the room Takeshi walked around the room, with Kakashi in tow, multiple times. But as he walked closer to the door it suddenly opened; scaring the heck out of him.

He let out a squeaking sound and fell; luckily it was broken by something. He felt a tiny vibration and heard a groan at the same time. When he lifted his head, he saw his human cushion.

"Sorry, Kashi-nii," Takeshi apologised, innocently.

"It's ok, I think," Kakashi replied, groaning a bit.

"Whoa, sorry you two, I thought you would be over there. What are you doing?" Yukimaru asks, helping the two kids up. He was surprised by the sudden yelp but he was still concerned about his son.

Takeshi rolled off Kakashi and sat on the floor. Kakashi then stood up and patted away imaginary dust.

"Dad, I practising how walk. Kashi-nii helping," Takeshi told him cheerfully. His vocabulary's wasn't perfect yet, but it was good enough to be understandable. Japanese wasn't an easy language but with motivation and help he was slowly getting it.

Storytelling is always a fun time… I can't believe I didn't notice all the chakra related metaphors, Takeshi thought as he stood up and staggered over to Yukimaru.

Takeshi could honestly say that practising how to walk with a baby's body felt the same as walking in high heels. How did he know what it felt like to walk in high heels, you ask? Well, his old friend Ben and him had been forced to play truth or dare... the direction this conversation is going is pretty obvious now, right?

He continued 'walking' towards Yukimaru while Kakashi followed him. He thinks I'm going to fall again, huh? Takeshi thought glancing a bit at the prodigy.

When Takeshi finally reached Yukimaru he grinned and looked up to see his father smiling with the 'I'm proud of you' look.

"You finally did it. Great job! Maybe you should spend more time with Kakashi. He's a good influence, like his father." Yukimaru said in delight. He was glad his son was finally starting to at least open up to other people. Friends to trust, he would surely need them.

Takeshi nodded his head in agreement. But, only the part about Kakashi being a good influence, Sakumo was making him uncomfortable with his sword. It is a sword, right? Takeshi thought as he checked to see if his hands were still covered in baby fat. Yup, it definitely is.

Yukimaru laughed at his son's reaction. "Well it's been fun but I'm afraid that Sakumo-san and Kakashi will be going home now."

Hearing this made Takeshi pout, he enjoyed Kakashi's company. It was a new experience, being able to spend time with someone 'his age'.

He wobbled over to Kakashi's direction then said, "Come back, again?"

"Sure," Kakashi answered. Takeshi wasted no time and hugged him by the waist.

Kakashi looked at the other tiny person hugging him by the waist. He seems energetic. Takeshi... father wanted us to get along. That wouldn't be too hard, he's nice. Kakashi thought.

Takeshi frowned. If I'm going to be stuck here then I might as well have someone teach me how to defend myself. I'm going to have to learn how to trust a man with a weapon.

He released him then slightly pulled on Kakashi's hair.

"Is it silver or white?" He asked.

Takeshi wasn't really sure what colour the Hatake classify their hair as, so he was going to find out. Ben said it was white and Takeshi said it was silver.

Both adults had nostalgic looks on their faces while a bead of sweat fell from Kakashi's head. "Does it really matter?"

"Yes," Takeshi insisted.

"Um... it's silver," Kakashi answered.

Takeshi suddenly felt Sakumo's hand land on his head. He tensed, but stopped himself from scooting away.

Still not sure about him. Why? Because he waltzed into our home with a weapon. I get that this is the Narutoverse, but would it kill him to lose the weapon? Father and him are friends, right?

"It's like they're a small version of us," Yukimaru said nonchalantly. He was happy with how things went today, he could finally relax.

"I agree," Sakumo said with a smile.

~1 Year Later

Chakra, it's a very interesting element. Physical and spiritual energy combined... that's what I was trying to figure out.

~Concentrate and try to find the blue fire that burns within ninja.~ When Kakashi said that I gave him a look that said, I have no idea what you're talking about.

Unlocking ones chakra required concentration and a bit of imagination. ~Grab the fire and keep it within your grasp.~

Kakashi already unlocked his about five months ago so since he learned how to do it in a year then I should too. Logic?

Meditation is one of the ways I had tried to use to unlock my chakra but most of the time I just fell asleep. But today I forced myself to stay awake and imagined the 'fire' trapped, floating mindlessly at a speed I could barely follow.

I made myself trap it, the flames burned from my stomach and spread throughout my body. The seemingly cold air felt like nothing, graceful flows and crooked lines. Blades, crackles, blasts, and enhanced abilities.

The overwhelming feeling suddenly left and, for some reason, made me cough. I felt the warmth surround me and stayed a layer below my skin, flowing together with my circulatory system.

"What happened, are you all right?" Kakashi asked in concern.

I stared then gave him a toothy grin. "I did it! I did it, Kashi-nii!"

"You did what?"

"Chakra!" I beamed.

"Hm?" He asked, giving me a quizzical look.

"I did it!" I cheered. Ha! Beat that, normal humans! I am freakishly awesome!

~2 Years Later

During the years between now and the day of his birth, many things have happened to Takeshi. He has met exactly eight people. Sakumo, Kakashi, Fugaku, Mikoto, Kushina, Minato, Sandaime-sama, and Asuma.

Sakumo and Kakashi. They helped him with his training and taught him how to throw weapons. He and Kakashi usually used wooden kunai, but sometimes Sakumo would let them use real kunai, as long he and Yukimaru were supervising. When Yukimaru was out on a mission Takeshi would always crash at the Hatake's place. Same goes for Kakashi when Sakumo was out on a mission.

Sakumo was slowly, but surely growing on him and he's become less cautious around the person who waltzed into his father's house while carrying a tanto. Kakashi started to wear a mask too, but Takeshi didn't question him about it because, honestly, he really didn't care if Kakashi wore one or not.

Fugaku and Mikoto. Yukimaru and Takeshi somehow managed to bump into one of them every day. It was as if not seeing at least one of them each day would mean something was wrong. Mikoto was a sweet 16 year old girl while Fugaku was a poker-faced rock that has lived in this world for 21 years.

When they saw him with Mikoto during Takeshi's birthday they walked over to them to say 'hi' like they always do. Mikoto immediately greeted Takeshi, so he hugged her and an unsuspecting Fugaku, which caused the Uchiha heir's eyes to widen in surprise.

"Even though you're a rock I still think you care, Fugaku-nii-san!" Takeshi said, just to annoy the kid.

Unfortunately for him Yukimaru saw it and he will never let him live a day without being reminded of it. Yukimaru tends to annoy him just to get a reaction, he thinks the kid needs to relax and act his age, but everyone knows that's not possible.

Kushina and Minato. Takeshi met them when he and his father bumped into Mikoto, in the middle of the street, while the three of them were talking and hanging out like normal teenagers.

Since then, whenever Takeshi saw them he always felt pain. Why? Because Kushina has the habit of hugging cute kids to the death and Minato just smiles so much it makes his face hurt.

Hiruzen and Asuma. When Yukimaru was out on a mission Sakumo brought Kakashi and Takeshi to the park to practice tree walking.

Practice tree walking… such a pain. Takeshi thought.

While in the middle of the exercise Hiruzen and his son passed by. Takeshi caught a glimpse of the Third and Sakumo talking while Asuma just had his hands inside his pockets.

He stared at them with wide eyes while hanging upside down on a branch. Creepy and effective, might I comment. He thought.

When Asuma saw him, he jumped a bit then scowled calling him a moron. He then replied, Asuma's comment with a "Yes, a moron indeed. But this moron scared you, Pocket man."

It was a really bad nickname but Asuma huffed and looked away from Takeshi, arms crossed. Hiruzen watched them, eyes filled with amusement.

The art of deception is something a person like me needed to master. Controlling my emotion is step one, step two is thinking up lies and step three is getting mad acting skills; which I would hopefully have in the future.