Hullo readers! its been quite a while since i updated. and i want to clarify something about this story, first about kakashi age. after the war he was about 14 if i'm not mistaken, well if you remember in this story i made it to 17. just to make things make sense in this story. and in this chapter maybe you'll be suprised at the end, because in this kakashi is different, in bad or good.. you'll see. happy reading folks!

Disclaimer; as usual Masashi Kishimoto

Another Twist

"I can't believe it! The cursed demon is still alive!"

"What?! I thought he already killed by someone who is sane!"

"This village will be doomed if he still alive in here."

The sun shone brightly, not too hot, just at the right temperature and you can feel the warmth creeping onto your skin. Wind was blowing its cool breath, masking the warmth of the sun. A perfect combination indeed. Birds were singing its joy, welcoming the present day. All in all, today was a wonderful day. Indeed it was, but apparently not for some villagers.

They were busy talking about their cursed demon container, wondering why he was still alive, and no one until now, even a shinobi tried to kill 'it'. Or so they heard. Some even dare to think that the old wise hokage, had lost his mind. For he took in the 'thing', and protected it. That 'thing' was an abomination, a bad luck; 'it' was born to be killed. They thought - knew- that the demon will strike back, and attacked the entire village once and for all. They did this while they were shopping for groceries, spreading the facts like a flash flood that had no origins. Some shinobi even heard it, and make things worse by adding more 'facts'. It was like adding fuel to a full raging fire.

"I hope he will be dead by tomorrow, for our children sake!"

"I fully agree with you, besides he is not even a human. He is a demon."

AAAAAA

He was struggling to get out; it was black all around him. His sensitive nose caught a revolting smell of sanitary, the smell that he knew so well. He tried to move his body, but to no avail. It was like lifting a ton of pure metal without using any chakra. Finally he tried to open his right eyelid, well it was very hard indeed, the muscle refused co-operate with him. With much force he succeed, even just a slit, it was still an accomplishment based on his labored breathing.

Next step was to sit up. Oh the agony of sitting up, it was like bending a ten inch thick metal. Now he felt like finished all of his paper works, which was piled up in his apartment, high as the hokage monument he thought. Again his breathing was labored. He took a deep breath, to calm his pumping heart, and his breathing. After a minute he was done. He took in his surrounding; right window was securely closed, an empty vase sitting at the table, an infusion sticking out of his left hand, which soon he ripped of off his skin, and a typical white wall-ceiling-floor, also a door on the left wall. The sunlight bathed the room, filled the emptiness of the air. But he payed no attention to it, his brain was busy of something else.

Pondering how he will make his great escape, he tried to stand up. His feet managed to make contact with the icy floor, with his hands still maintained its death grip on his sickbed, sending shiver to his body. And when he put all his weight onto his feet, they were turning into jelly, he stumbled but managed to steady his body by the help of infusion pole. And while he was hunching like an old man, the sliding door opened.

"As expected of you Hatake Kakashi. Forcing yourself like always." The hokage sighed. He knew Kakashi will escape as early as possible no matter what his condition was. This old boy was very stubborn. He looked at Kakashi, who was busy checking his mask. Sarutobi chuckeld inwardly, apparently the boy could not live without his mask. He thought.

"You should rest more Kakashi, your.."

"How long I was out?" He cut short the hokage.

"Now, now Kaka.."

"Cut the crap and answer the damn question!" He snapped, slightly panting, a result from all his stunts before.

As an elder, Sarutobi should be mad at the boy. But he knew Kakashi very well; this young man just did not like hospital, and being discovered while he was at this state, was not helping. Kakashi did not like being pitied, he despised it. Just because he was young did not meant he was inferior. Because of his deep understanding of the silver haired boy, Sarutobi just sighed, and smiled.

"You have been out for three days. You had chakra depletion, it almost killed you. You were nearly empty Kakashi," Sarutobi told the hunching boy with a frown. "You need to be more careful. Luckily there was no serious damage to your body. Therefore I advice you go back to your bed, and rest some more." The hokage approached Kakashi, and helped him back to his bed. He took a chair and positioned it next to Kakashi.

There was a deafening silence. Both parties were relaxed, just knowing they were here was fine. No one bothered to talk. For the hokage, there was nothing to talk about if Kakashi did not start first. For Kakashi, he was busy arranging his thoughts; looking for something to ask to, to clarify things. For at least half an hour they were quiet, finally the younger one asked.

"While I was out... Was there something happen?" He asked hesitantly.

"Nothing that is important. The village is trying to cope after the attack." Sarutobi explained.

Kakashi looked unconvinced; he had this foggy memory about a promise, and a starry meadow. He could not recall whom he promised to though, but he felt a connection to the person.

"Are you sure, there was absolutely nothing after the attack?" He was gazing suspiciously at the hokage.

Sarutobi puzzled at the question, why would he hide something from the boy. "There was absolutely nothing happened to you, or the village." He told Kakashi who looked like he lost something important, Why? Was there anything should happen? Or was happen?" Kakashi frown deepened.

Kakashi did not answer for a few moment, still searching what he had forgotten, "I was... It's just that..."

It would be best if I didn't tell him now.

He sighed heavily, "Never mind, forget about it."

The hokage observed Kakashi closely, the said boy looked troubled.

Better i do not push him now, he shall speak when he is ready.

He patted Kakashi's left hand, and felt the blood that still oozing out slightly from his infusion wound. He did not comment though, he rose from the chair, and left. Leaving the boy alone with his thoughts.

Not long after Sarutobi left, a nurse came in, and fixed his left hand. He did not flinch while the nurse applying an ointment and bandaged his hand. After she finished she made her way to the door, that was when Kakashi saw it. The nurse had a long blonde hair, and it stirred something in his head, but he could not deduce it.

"What's your name?" Kakashi asked out of the blue.

"Pardon...," she was startled by his sudden question; she turned around and smiled at him. "My name is Tsujiko, Rimoku Tsujiko. And you are?" She asked just for politeness.

He turned his attention to the wall in front of him, a little bit puzzled for the fact that a nurse did not know or recognize him, because he was the last Hatake, and quite fond of the visit to the hospital, "Kakashi, Hatake Kakashi."

"Nice to meet you Hatake san, and get well soon" she softly slide the door closed, and leaving Kakashi with his thoughts.

He decided it was no use staying at this place, therefore he continued his escape plan. This time with less struggles, he made it to the window and opened it. With his chakra still below average, he could not jump across the roof. So he opted to walk down the wall with as little chakra as possible and walked home silently and stealthily. Bringing his messy thoughts along with him.

AAAAA

The hokage walked back to his office, squaring his shoulders and strengthen his mind to face his mortal enemy. Paper works. His stomach churned just thinking of it, hell, he even can smell the old papers, rotting on his desk. He sighed, all was back to his normal routine, signing unimportant - some were important of course - papers. He stopped at the door, and pushed it open. He made his way to the chair, then sat down with a huff. He missed something; he scanned the table and found what he was looking for, his beloved pipe. The old man light the pipe, inhaling it, and blew the smoke out. He turned his chair to the right, gazing at the busy street of konoha. Sarutobi thought drifted to last night encounter with his old student.

He did not expect Jiraiya to come so early, just three days after the incident. He suspected that the toad sage will be the child god father, he was close to Minato, and further more Jiraiya was his sensei. Seeing the babe laugh was a good memory, the sound of giggling was really soothing to hear. The babe was still very young indeed, but the pain he felt, caused, was already great. Losing both of his parents on the same day, just hours intervals, despised by the village, because what inside of him. (You are a young soul, but yet, you already experienced great amount of sadness) he thought sadly (and hatred too) he added.

Flashback

"Jiraiya, did Minato ever said what would he name him?" Sarutobi asked curiously at his student.

"No, he never mentioned it..." Jiraiya expression turned thoughtful, "Wait, in fact I know what he might name the brat." He smiled proudly at the baby, "Naruto, he will name it Naruto."

Sarutobi chuckled, "Based on your novel I see." He stroked the baby hair gently. "Naruto, Uzumaki Naruto."

"The loud brat is asleep now," Jiraiya chuckled. He put Naruto inside his crib. "Man, he sure has his mother in him, but not the outside though," he scoffed. "Minato seized his looks, Kushina claimed her part inside. Heheh…"

"Indeed he is, indeed," Sarutobi responded. Smiling softly at the sleeping Naruto, he blanketed the child from the cold.

He truly is one of a kind in so many ways.

End of flashback

Naruto, now the blond baby had a name. Sarutobi snapped out of his daydream, and smilling at the memory. Now his mood was better, he was ready to do his duty before his secretary lashed out at him. He shuddered at the memory.

All is good, for now.

AAAAAA

He was on his research mission, looking for something he could use for his magnificent literature work. Jiraiya was using his telescope; his eyes could be seen on the front lens, an upside down 'u', with mouth opened wide and saliva dropping on the roof top where he perched. Yes, he was on the roof, peeking at a female hot spring, for his progressing novel. He was shadowed by a large tree, and he wore branches on his garments to blend with the surrounding. Perverted giggles could be heard from him, while murmuring an encouraging words for the unsuspecting women to reveal more of their bodies. Ah, yes, it was indeed a beautiful day for him.

Kakashi was making his way to his apartment from the hospital when he heard a giggling sound, he looked up and behold, the perverted toad sage was spying again. He sighed, why of all people I have to meet this man. He thought sadly. Doing the right thing he jumped, and landed right in front of the telescope, putting his eyes right at the lens.

"Yo."

Jiraiya did not startled at all, he put down his telescope and sighed. There goes my beautiful day. He thought mournfully. He leaned back on his hands, and lazily glanced at the teenage

"So, you've woken up brat," Jiraiya shifted his gaze to the sky, "You were out quiet long I heard, how's your feeling?"

Kakashi moved to Jiraiya's side, and shoved his hands in his pockets. "Like crap. My body doesn't want to work with me." He inspected Jiraiya's outfit, "Nice camouflage you got there, I almost missed you."

"Shut it. I was doing my research" Jiraiya yawned, looking around Konoha. Never before he thought a village, massive and strong, could be in this state. Remembering the old Konoha was like an entirely different world for him. And even people who survived were beyond repair, he glanced at Kakashi. For him, out of all the people Kakashi was the only one who suffered the most... Well, maybe two including the blonde babe.

"Anyways, have you seen the kid?"

Kakashi looked up at the tree branches, sunlight penetrated through the leaves, and some made its way through without leaves barrier. He watched the leaves dancing with the wind, back and forth, and so on. The kid, he had not thought about him since he woke up, the kid that had a demon within him, the demon that took it all his remaining precious people. Thinking about it made his blood boiled, he did not want to hate the child, but he need someone to blame.

"I have this one question then, is there someone to blame for all of this?" He asked.

"Well, everything has its own origin kid." Jiraiya answered.

This answer left Kakashi pondering again. All this mess was caused by a nine tailed demon, and now resided inside the baby. What make this demon attack the village? Even the wisest could only guess. Based on this, he decided that the origin was the kyuubi, which was now became the baby.

"Should I see this baby?"

Jiraiya raised his eyebrow, "It's up to you, thought you wanna see him."

Kakashi sighed, "Then, I'll pass."

Jiraiya's head turned to Kakashi, "Well, okay then. Get some rest squirt, and take care of your problems." Jiraiya stood up and streched, "I'm gonna call it a day, bye kid." He jumped out from the roof, and made his way to his inn.

Alone again, he seemed could not have a company for today. Feeling the effect of his activities, Kakashi headed home. But he was not in the mood for a long walk, then he opted a transportation jutsu. A smoke was there in his stead.

AAAAA

Kakashi arrived at his bedroom, and collapsed right on the floor. He was exhausted, the transportation jutsu he had done consumed more chakra than he intended. The thought of the child made him angry; he took it all, his friend, and his father figure also his teacher, his mother figure. Now he had none left. Kakashi drag his body onto his bed, and instantly asleep. He could think about the child tomorrow, but now he needed to sleep.

He woke up, it was dark. He turned his head to the right at his window; a moon was peeking behind the clouds. I guess its midnight now. He stretched his body, and sat up. He made his way to the bathroom; he pulled his mask down and looked at the mirror, as he saw his face his thought drifted back to his father. He sure did look like his father, plus his weary face adding age to his actual age. Making him look older. Kakashi shook his head at the thought, and splash cold water to his face, then he took a shower. Letting the hot water flowed across his body, at the same time took the dirt away. He took a shampoo and rub it on his hair, also a soap for some persistent dirt on his body. The steam made the mirror foggy; Kakashi cleaned it with his hands, and looked at his reflection.

Flashback

"Otou-san, what's that white thingy on your face?" 3 years old Kakashi asked his father.

"Huh? You mean this?" Sakumo took his shaving cream on his finger, and flicked it at Kakashi's nose.

The child squealed in surprise, while his father laughed at him. "This, my son, is a shaving cream," Sakumo said while continued his shaving. "You'll need this when you are older."

"Hoo...," Kakashi nodded in understanding. "Can I try it now?" He extended his hands to his father.

Sakumo stopped his hand, and looked at his son, "You want to try this now?" Kakashi nodded again.

Well its better that he knows early, no harm in it. Sakumo shrugged, "Come here, let's put some cream on you."

And that was how Kakashi learned how to shaved, for the very first time. Of course nothing runs smoothly at its first try. Kakashi scraped his chin with the razor, he started to cry, and Sakumo panicked. Well you can imagine the rest.

End flashback

He let out a little laugh at the memories of his panicked father. Oh, the face that he made, and he really did not know what to do, and Kakashi, being just a three years old child just kept crying while his father was freaking out, not knowing what to do. His hand inspected his chin, a little scar from the incident remained. While doing so, he felt some stubble on his chin.

"Maybe it's time to do it." He mumbled to himself. He opened the medicine cabinet, and luckily he found a shaving paste, though he did not remember when he bought it. He covered his chin, and took his emergency razor which is a kunai, carefully he shaved his chin, not wanting to repeat the accident. In the end he managed to shaved unharmed. Kakashi checked his newly shaved face.

"It does look better. I should do this more often then." He brusedh his hand across his chi, inspecting if he missed any spot.

He put on his long sleeved black shirt, and black long sleeping pants. He walked to his balcony, he was greeted by a cool breeze, he gripped the railings and closed his eyes. His thought back to the child, he did not know his name, and did not want to know it. All that he wanted was for the child know the pain he already have felt, though he knew that the child will be protected by the hokage, and even Jiraiya if he nearby. He had to find another way to get his revenge.

Death will be too easy for him. He has to feel it, slowly. I'll make him pay. As he thought of this, his grip tightened, his knuckles were white. And when he left the balcony briskly in anger, he left a dented railings on a cold deserted night.

Told ya... muhahahaha! if you have any question feel free to ask me:). forgive my grammar please.. thanks for reading