Chapter 1: Shocked Blues

Warning: (M) Contains Gore, Explicit Language, and Death.

Rating: (T-M) Not for kids. At all.

Pairings: For now? None. Kind of a Gen-fic.

Summary: A 24-year-old Gojo Satoru doesn't quite understand why there's an unhealthy level of his own curse energy flowing in one particular area that he's never been in. He also doesn't understand why when he manifests himself there, he finds a miniature version of himself with a single mole.

Or, Hatake Kakashi dies and is reincarnated as Gojo Satoru's son.

A/N: Hi! I don't know how long this will take for me to complete, but this is all done because I've been having a lot of writer's block and... well, shit, if Gojo Satoru didn't remind me of Kakashi. I mean, come on, you guys see the resemblance, right? I'm a whore for both.

I mean, what? Who said that?

Anywho, have this. whatever the fuck this is.

Heads up, I've yet to read the Manga, so... Until I do, I'll pray that I'm getting this story right. I know some things. But... not all.

So, might contain spoilers!

[. . .]

"Why the fuck am I here?" - Probably Kakashi.

[. . .]

Chapter 1

Shocked Blues

[. . .]

A normal story such as this would begin from the start of birth.

Then again, like most things in Kakashi's life, they rush him before he even has time to react.

So, indefinitely, when he's born and in his early stages of toddlerhood, his memories of his old life manifest themselves in exceeding groups that cause his mental stability to break more than it already had been.

Somehow, through it all, he still doesn't break. Not yet.

No, what truly starts to crack at him is when he's four, and the person he'd dare call his mother dies in front of him by some unimaginable, accursed, and horrific being that tears her body limb from limb. And like every other time he'd be alone, memories of his old life come back to him majestically irrefutable.

So, he doesn't take long to conjure up some odd power that burns his eyes and rips his muscles to kill the horrific creature, pulling at his entire form in a screeching nightmare that feels like hellfire. It's a headache, one that leaves him disoriented and lost; and because he's Hatake Kakashi and he remembers everything about his old life in a sweeping, sudden, agony, he doesn't cry or whimper when he sees the mother of this body in complete disarray beneath him.

He doesn't react to the blood touching his bare feet.

He simply stares, conflictingly looking at the woman with the eyes of a little boy, and the eyes of a man long broken by grief.

It's a long time that he does this. A long time where he stands dully, recalling every bit of memory and engraining it painfully inside his pounding head. Forever and forever and forever else he remains, collecting his information and delving into a deepened awakening that leaves him numb.

Bred, simply by blood, he feels someone of gigantic power pop up behind him.

And his eyes notice; seeing everything and yet nothing all at once that strains him, he immediately turns, locking onto a startling azure.

[. . .]

There's a calm smile plastered on Gojo Satoru's face when he states, "What the fuck."

Before him lies the disintegrated ash of a grade three level curse, the mangled body of an unrecognizable woman, and a little boy with terrifyingly similar white hair and blue eyes that stares at him with a dull intensity so potent, he thought he saw himself.

With blood on him. And tattered clothes.

And did he mention blood?

"My mom's dead," The boy dryly states as if what is in front of him isn't horrific enough. And Gojo could tell it doesn't phase him; not when he can't detect anything but a hint of shock and just an overabundant amount of numbness etched perfectly within the (ancient?) soul gauging him.

Gojo has no idea what to make of this. "As I said," He finds himself saying, calmly and with progressive reflection, "What the fuck."

The little boy turns to him completely, squelching the blood beneath his feet. "I think I'm gonna pass out," His squeaky voice says with a perfectly steady tone before promptly doing as he just said.

And Gojo, for the life of him, instantly grabs him.

And stares.

Stares for who knows how long, before realizing that this child probably needs medical attention—a child that looks exactly like him—and that he should quickly clean up and take care of whatever it is that happened here.

So, ignoring the alarms ringing loudly in his head, he does just that.

[. . .]

And Kakashi dreams.

In the cursed reverence of his mind, he remembers.

He dreams of his friends, his comrades, and his students.

He dreams of the battles he's endured, of all the people he left behind for the Ōtsutsuki to take—dreams of a life before this one. A life solely his own, of his misfortunes and burdens, and of the love he managed to cultivate using his will by itself.

He remembers the effort it took and the passion he'd lost but gained again. And he remembers the legacy that came with his peace. His friends—his students and the children of said students, how old they've become, and how lost the entire world became at his ending age of sixty-three.

All that drudgery tore away from his skin like a poisoning, merciless vice.

Everything that his family had built—everything he'd been trying to uphold—was gone.

Little by little, remnants of his happiness came down and broke apart, leaving him scrambling to pick up the pieces and leave many he held dear behind. All over again. All. Over. Again.

The death of his students. Death of children, parents, and everything he's come to protect.

He dreams so much of what was, what could've been.

Obito, Rin, his sensei, Minato. He dreams and he pules.

Sobbing, ragged, and pleading, in the darkness of his mind.

Because truly, what has he done to deserve more of this suffering? What has he done to lose those who were precious to him? All. Over Again.

He thought he had overcome it. Not all, but most.

He made peace with Obito's death. Made peace with Rin's, and Minato's. Kushina's, and everyone else...

So why?

Why lose more, and then remember?

Who is he?

'Hey...'

The rubble and fires die into darkness.

'Hey, kid...'

He stands still, empty.

'...Stop bothering him...'

He looks forward.

'He needs to wake up...'

Sakura stands in front of him, smiling in an exhaust all too recognizable.

'...Don't rush him...'

Beside her stands Sasuke, eyes etched into saddened resolution. He turns to look at him, noting more individuals behind him. Familiar.

'This is important...!'

Minato. Kushina. Rin.

Kakashi's eyes flash.

"Obito," He mumbles.

'He spoke...!'

'...Shut up, get out...'

'Who the hell is Obito...?'

"Hey, Bakashi," Obito greets, young and impressionable. Still so hauntingly similar; the goggles still present, ones that Kakashi had kept for over forty years. A smile shines on his face and flickers to a cruel remembrance of rocks, a missing eye, and a forgotten promise.

Kakashi looks on, festering his ever-present guilt. "I'm dead," He states bluntly. It sounds more like a revelation than an observation, unbelievable. But it happened. It happened, he died, and he—

He failed.

Obito scratches behind his head, huffing a sad laugh. "Maybe. We haven't exactly seen you in... a while?" His eyes hold remorse.

"I'm dead," Kakashi repeats, sure of it this time.

"Er... Kakashi, I don't think you are," Obito mumbles. His brows furrow as his eyes rove across his face.

Kakashi does the same, perplexed. "What? Of course, I'm dead. I was... crushed under boulders." He says, trying to sound easy-going. He has already accepted he was gone to the world. He only hopes that Boruto and Sarada make it through with the rest of the survivors.

Obito blinks. "I would say that was ironic if it wasn't so morbid," The boy murmurs, surprised.

Kakashi musters a smile. "There's never peace," He speaks, bitter and tired. "We're under attack again. I was... evacuating civilians from their bunkers. We were found. I couldn't save them all. I was eventually buried underneath with those few." He sounds like a failure. He is. He failed.

There's a resounding silence. Everyone wears despondent regards, looking at one another knowingly. He can see Sakura's brim with tears, and beside Minato, he notices Kushina attempting to reach for him.

He hangs his head, unable to look at them. "I'm sorry," He whispers. And he means it. Because along with his promise to Obito, he'd broken his student's promise as well. To protect.

Obito crosses his arms. "It happens to the best of us. You did what you could," He looks to Rin, "You saved people, at least. Not all, but most. You died a hero." Rin nods her head.

Kakashi rubs his face. "It wasn't enough, though," He expresses vehemently. He had never been enough. All his efforts to plan and stop the impossible became undone, and now that he's dead... he's unable to keep watch over the children his students left behind for him to guard. He tried. He thought on his deathbed that it mattered. It isn't so simple.

He looks again at his childhood friend. "We're at war with Kaguya's... clan." He sounds unsure. He is unsure. They all look similar, and Kaguya... That's only the damn start.

"So we've heard," Obito sighs, scratching his head. "Your students told me," He thumbs to the side.

This time, Kakashi's eyes droop. "Sakura. Sasuke."

"Hey, Kakashi-sensei," Sakura whispers, waving her hand he'd seen crushed along with the rest of her body from the invading forces. Still intact. Still... somehow there. As if she isn't just a head anymore.

Kakashi forces his recollections away. He regards Sasuke. He's intact, now. Not... ash and bones.

The man appears worn. "I assume you kept your promise," He reminds, unsure of how to speak to his long-lost sensei.

Kakashi inclines his head. "Sarada is safe. Mitsuki is taking care of her." For now, he wants to say. But he can't will himself to. The thought chokes him up.

The two parents look hopeful and Sakura steps forward, letting go of Sasuke's hand. "And Boruto?" She asks him, pleading, "Hinata isn't here right now, but... She always asks about him. If you..."

"He's still fighting," He says, "Himawari is with Sarada."

Sakura looks at Sasuke, and Sasuke looks back, beseeching. She turns back to her sensei. "And... What of Naruto?"

Minato strides forward, clutching at his wife's arm. His son. Where is his son?

Kakashi sighs, but he felt no breath. "I don't know. Boruto hasn't returned for weeks since his expedition, and... the last that we know of him is that he remains sealed."

The air thickens more. Though, in a material plane in the middle of a gentle cooing area of water, it's hard to tell. Everything here is... peaceful.

Until it isn't.

Abruptly, Kakashi's vision disorients, and the questions that bleed within everyone simmer to concern.

"Oh," Obito speaks up, feeling the ground tremble harshly beneath him, waving the water, "You're going back."

Kakashi whips his head up, alarmed. "Back?" He asks incredulously. "What do you mean, back?"

Obito delivers a forlorn smile. "You're not... dead, Kakashi," He tells.

"I am," He quickly denies. "I'm dead. I felt it. I saw it. I know I was—"

"Reincarnation is a thing," Rin's voice softly interrupts, the first she spoke. Wisely, the others remain quiet in the back.

As if it were possible, Kakashi's heart lurches the moment she says those words. Memories shimmer before his eyes, and he suddenly feels a haunting chill through his heavy, cold, blood. "No."

Everyone observes him melancholic at the presence of his bewilderment.

He recalls a mirror, a boy, and himself.

White hair.

But his eyes are the purest of blue, so much so they remind him of Naruto's and the galaxy all at once.

His body trembles. "I don't..."

"Hey, it's okay," Obito smiles at him. "We'll still be here when you... When you come back. So don't worry about us, moron," He lets out a good-natured snicker.

Kakashi's vision goes black.

"We'll be waiting."

And everything suddenly burns.

"Hey, he's awake for reals now!"

Kakashi gasps, opening his eyes to a light that torches his irises above him. He squints, looking away.

"Hey, kid, take it easy," A woman's voice calls to him, brisk but soothing as he feels his body being pushed back down onto the cot. "You just exhausted the hell out of yourself."

Kakashi turns his head, blinking. He keeps his vision at a squint, making out long brown hair and a white doctor's coat. "...What?" He croaks, and he immediately begins coughing.

"His eyes are just like yours," The woman grumbles as she picks up a needle, waving it around with a red liquid distinct from blood. "This DNA test won't even be needed, Gojo."

"I'm just making sure," A man's voice comes back, and Kakashi angles his head toward where the sound comes from, swallowing thickly.

The same eyes as before stare back at him.

Galaxy blue.

"After all," The man clicks his tongue, "If it's true that this kid's my son..."

A brilliant, mischievous smile catches the young boy off-guard.

"I'll feed him mochi-mochi!"

What the fuck...