Kyubbi-no-Kitsuna, I'm happy that you enjoy reading my stories but please be a mite more careful with giving out your number. The last thing I want is some sicko texting or calling you because they managed to get ahold of your number through my reviews, ok.
I wrote your number down and erased the review with it for your safety. So please don't think that I'm ignoring you or something. And don't get discouraged.
If you really want to talk to me then you can PM me anytime, day or night and I'll answer you as soon as I can.
And don't feel that you have to apologize for spelling errors after having a seizure. I speak the language of spelling errors very well.
Now on to the story. I feel that I've gotten off of the old beaten path (what should have been only two or three chapters on Kakashi's past has turned into a mini series)so I'm just going to skip some stuff and mention them again later.
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"So what happened next?" Naru prompted as Kakashi paused. He looked at her and gave a tight lipped smile as his memories assailed him. He could remember everything so vividly despite the fact that it had been so long. Everything about Minato and how he had explained his presence. Kakashi's first meeting with Kushina, Naru's mother and former biiju.
He recalled that she was a damned sadist and had delighted in reducing him to tears every chance she got. He could even remember the abject terror he'd felt the day Minato and his father had gone on a mission together, leaving him in Kushina's care for two whole weeks.
Everyone assumed that tracking was a talent passed from his father to him. This was only a little bit true. It had actually been Kushina that had taught him how to track and hunt and lay ambushes. And while his father had laid down the basics for him, he'd refused to let him out of his sight long enough to actually gain anything from the knowledge.
So being in Kushina's hands had helped him quite a bit. But what he remembered the most was the fear and hatred directed at him upon his father's absence from the village. He could plainly recall walking through the market one day after escaping Kushina's crazy clutches and felt something collide with the side of his head. Just a few inches above his temple.
He'd felt the skin tear as blood welled to the surface and started to drip down his face as a peculiar burning/throbbing sensation caused his head to ache painfully. He reached up and gingerly touched his finger tips to his forehead and stared at the scarlet staining his fingers in stunned silence as he heard someone laugh and say, "That's what you get for daring to show your face here monster!"
He looked up just in time to narrowly avoid having a kunai go through one of his eyes as some of the villagers made a ring around him and started shoving him back and forth, grabbing hand fulls of his hair and pulling while others scratched, kicked and threw punches at him.
In no time at all he found himself overwhelmed and pushed to the ground where some of the villagers started trying to kill him.
He remembered one person jumping onto his back and trying to garrot him with a wire as he thrashed around and tried to escape when he heard a familiar high pitch whistle and recalled that Kushina had been someone right behind him. He scratched at the wire around his neck, leaving deep bloody furrows in his skin as a kunai went whizzing by his cheek and hit the person on his back.
Said person's grip loosened and they fell to the ground with a dull thud and lay still as he continued to try and pry the wire from around his bleeding neck before someone siezed the chance to try and finish him off as the crowd parted and Kushina stood there with Minato and his father.
All of them looking equally furious/murderous by the villagers actions.
He lay on the ground shaking and trying desperately to breathe as his father walked forward and picked him up and unwound the wire from around his neck and threw it in someone's face and snarled at everyone there, causing the villagers to shrink back from them in fear as his father shouted.
"You should be afraid. All of you would do well to be deeply afraid. Because I have each one of your scents and can kill you and your families in your beds at any fucking time!"
Minato walked forward and knelt down next to the corpse of the person that had tried to garrot Kakashi and pulled the kunai from the body then motioned for Kushina to come over as he cut open the man's chest and ripped out his heart and handed it to the red head. Sakumo looked back at the two, puzzled about what they were doing when he saw Kushina open her mouth and take a bite out the organ in her hand then hand it back to her lover.
Everyone blanched and stared at the two in horror as Minato mirrored her action then threw the organ at some random person. There was a lot of hysterical screaming and some running as the two made their way over to Sakumo and started walking away.
Their threat clear even to the elder Hatake who was more than a little bit surprised by their savagery when he saw Kushina subtly spit out the tissue that she'd had in her mouth then wiped her lips with the back of one hand as she reached out and clapped Minato on the back.
Causing the blond to stop walking in midstep, his face a funny shade of green when Kushina asked, "You didn't spit it out yet did you?"
Minato slowly shook his head as Sakumo shifted his hold on Kakashi and put a hand in front of the blonds face and waited for him to spit out the piece of tissue he'd bitten off a few moments ago. The blond shook his head and pushed Sakumo's hand away as he clapped one hand over hsi mouth and said in a strained tone, "S'cuse me. I need to throw up." Then hurried away leaving Sakumo with the red headed woman who snorted and muttered.
"Moron should have spat it out instead of swallowing it."
Sakumo gave the red head an funny look as they walked. "I...don't think he meant to swallow it."