Chapter 13: The Past and Mother

Saya's PoV, six years ago. (Age 5)

Darkness.

All I could see, darkness.

So much fear. Fear, fear, fear.

I'm weak.

Where am I? I'm scared...

Mommy... Daddy... Help me.

I heard laughing from a fire behind me as I stared longingly into the dark woods. There were no shapes I could discern in the darkness. The fire warmed my back, but I allowed my hands to freeze.

If I died here, who would cry?

No, Saya! Everyone loves you! I told myself. Cheering up didn't work.

Hot tears began falling down my cold cheeks, warming them slightly.

I looked back to see a ragtag band of mediocre ninja.

They were weak compared to mommy or daddy, but I as a child knew I couldn't fight.

Doing so was suicide.

Sighing, I looked up at the stars to see them twinkling brightly.

When would my parents save me?

I was suddenly picked up and thrown over a shoulder.

Shinobi rule twenty five. Never show emotion.

I stopped crying and wiped away emotion. Never will I give them the pleasure of seeing my suffering.

Colors blurred as it slowly faded to black.

I closed my eyes; it made no difference in this darkness.

Awaking to yelling and screaming is a wonderful way to relieve stress.

Pft, no it's not.

The amateur shinobis were strewn around the clearing and I couldn't help the sadistic grin at their bloodstained mess. Mommy appeared before me and I looked up at her.

Her sad sky blue eyes and her beautiful white blonde hair.

I always looked like my father, but I had wanted to look like my mother. She was so perfect.

Motoye Saki... Hatake Saki. My perfect mother. The perfect role model.

Mommy pushed me into daddy's direction, but all I had wanted to do was cling to her and cry like the child I was.

"See you soon." She smiled gently.

And then she was gone.

Where did she go?

I had found my father and we went back home without a word.

Nothing about mom.

No one knew her whereabouts.

Off the charts.

Gone.

"Please don't leave." I begged the darkness. "Please don't go... Mom... I'm sorry..."

More images filled my mind, but they were fake.

She was coming home.

Her blonde hair swaying slightly in the breeze, my father rushing to her and pulling her into a kiss with his mask down.

They both turned to her and mom spoke.

"I'm home, Saya."

"Welcome back!" I cried out, rushing to hug her.

END DREAM

I sat up, taking a deep breath. Once the grogginess escaped my vision, I found myself at home and in my bed.

Bringing my knees to my chest, I softly began to cry.

It was all my fault. Because I was weak, mom left me.

Dad's tilted messy silver head popped in through the doorway. He sighed, and walked into the room.

"I miss her too." He spoke and stood awkwardly in my room. Dad looked out of place in my dark purple room with electric blue flowers painted on it. I lifted my tear streaked face and gave a weak smile. He sighed.

"You're not very comforting, Dad." I chuckled. He gave a weak laugh and nodded.

It was understood between the both of us. We'd lean on each other in the darkest times, but he'd never change how awkward he is when he's around people.

That's why I whole heartedly trust my dad: he never changes.

"Hey, dad?" He hummed in acknowledgement of my speaking. "How did I get home?"

Dad began chuckling in a creepy evil way.

"Um, Dad...?"

"That Kiba boy brought you home. You sure you two weren't reenacting my favorite book series?"

I began blushing furiously.

"I mean it would explain why you looked so exhausted..."

"Dad. Shut up." I mumbled in embarrassment. He only chuckled and left my room, whipping out his orange book in the process.

Yep, never changes.

AN: sorry for not uploading. I was seriously (and still am) lacking motivation. I love getting followers and favorites, but I get so much more motivated from a review. I like to know what you all think and this chapter was really hard for me to write. Um, have you ever thought about what Kakashi would be like as a dad? Seriously think about it.

We have no references to pull ideas from.

I read fanfictions in which Kakashi is over protective of his kid, but I thought "Why would he be?" Kakashi doesn't strike me as the over protective of the kid type of dad.

Maybe I'm just weird.

So, review! And motivate me to write!