Author's Note

I apologize for the re-upload, but there was a part that said REWRITE that I had forgotten to well, rewrite. I was going through the chapter and just now noticed this and I'd like to apologize. I'll try and make sure this doesn't happen again. Anyways, thanks for reading!

He looked well. The last time she saw him, he was pale, a broken mess of a boy fresh from battle. Stained with blood, smelling of it. But now he was with color, though pale, it wasn't sickly. And even stiff, it wasn't as if it were the cause of death. His blank, dead eye looked remained, though she couldn't fault him. If he were inside in the dark, silent room those two weeks she hadn't seen him than it was understandable. Not that she could condone the Commission's actions. Caging a human being like an animal was unethical unless they could no longer live amongst society.

Kakashi very much could. His violent outburst could be explained. She knew his very emotional reaction to that man he'd killed meant that something must've happened between them. She'd never seen him so animated before, and the more she stared at him the more she realized how different he looked than in that video.

"Miss, are you going to go in?"

That had been the guard, reminding her that she hadn't even properly stepped into the room. "Yes," she strained out, embarrassed and took a step past the door. Loudly, the door scraped closed behind her and big mechanisms locked tightly, loudly. Like big metal clangs. The noise was fading, leaving them in perpetual silence in seconds.

She had so many questions she'd wanted to ask him. Some she'd thought of while at home and some she'd thought of on her way here. But none could surface. She could only continuously open and close her mouth, like a fish out of water. Pondering on what she should say, and wondering why she couldn't speak. Not to mention what she could say since their conversation would be monitored.

"I'll assume you didn't come to stare at me, Ryuko."

Dim lights showed his eyes travel to his bed sheets.

Silently, she took a seat aside his bed. A chair that looked like it didn't belong in the room.

"Ah, no, I didn't."

"And I know you aren't here to get me out. These people are very adamant on me staying here. So, that's out of the question."

Her heartbeat picked up slightly. She wished she could tell Kakashi that he could hope to be free from this room. But that would only make things harder for her to do that in the long run.

"Why are you here? Aren't you going to speak?"

"I came to talk."

"There's nothing for us to talk about. I'm not someone you need to concern yourself with."

She couldn't help being emotional, not knowing if it were anger or sadness washing over her. "That's not true! Your my son!"

"I'm not your son. You don't know me. Whatever that paper says means nothing. I've barely known you a month."

"Time doesn't establish a relationship, Kakashi."

"And nor does a piece of paper. Leave, I'm done talking to you."

He closed up as he always did. He never spoke clearly, never understanding how genuine of her concern, and never knowing that he could be loved. She didn't understand it. She couldn't. Her being fought against the idea. What could he have been through that made him this way?

As if fighting against one another, her sadness overwhelmed her anger. Her vision began to blur.

"I need to know, Kakashi. What does family mean to you?"

It only took a mere second for his fist to tighten alongside his face. His usual expression was replaced easily with a single question. She knew the emotion was real, and his next words hit her like a truck.

"Nothing. Family means nothing to me."

...

She watched with baited breath as the door slowly shut him into darkness. She could get no more out of him like that. He truly clammed up in anger, and she hadn't gotten anywhere with him that she was supposed to get. What was she supposed to tell Tsukauchi? She'd never seen him so aggressively difficult to understand. And now that she thought about it, she never understood him. She thought he was a boy brought up on the wrong side of town, taught to kill to survive. He is more than that. He's a emotional closed off, trauma filled boy. A atomically trained killer. A boy able on a battlefield. That was where he truly came out. Only when his life is on the line is when his personality and experience show themselves.

And she hated it.

X

He'd known from the very start how he'd act upon seeing her. Planning was finished. The only thing left was for him to wait patiently. The Committee only wanted to use his power and he saw no purpose in letting them if they could do nothing to move his goal of getting back home. His distain for the President didn't help matters one bit.

The League of Villains were promising. From Midoriya's memories, he learned that they had a person who used instant teleportation and used that to separate the class during the USJ attack. Kakashi didn't know how it worked or the limits he could push it to but it was a start, if anything. And his movements wouldn't be monitored this way. All he'd have to do was a bit of killing.

That would be no problem.

X

Tired eyes stare intently at Kakashi's unmoving form. A thick uneasiness filled his chest. Something was wrong. Something was about to happen.

"You're tired, sir. Security can do watch. You need some rest." One of the many secretaries told him, walking into the room holding a tray with a warm cup of coffee on it.

"I'm just fine. What'd you bring this time?"

She handed him the cup. "Black, light cream."

"Thank you," he said and took a long sip, sighing when he finished and handing her back the cup. Kakashi hadn't moved. His hair covered his face and both of his eyes were closed, hidden behind his long bangs.

"Sir, I really think-" she was cut off by the camera feed shutting off and harsh trembling took her off her feet. "What th-"

"He's escaping!" Lights in the building turned a deep red as emergency mode activated in an attempt to shut the building down. Entryways into the building we're cut off with heavy metal gates and restricted access rooms could only be accessed by him. 'If I'm thinking correctly, he'll try to go to the weapon room to get his gear. I'll reach him before then. He doesn't have the hospital mapped out. He'll get lost easily.'

The ground underneath the assistant rose up and formed a chair for her to sit in. "This might be above your pay grade, but I need your help." He said, handing her a communication earpiece.

X

His plan went off without a hitch. Before Ryukyu had come he'd set up explosive seals in every corner of the room. Just like he predicted, the cameras could not pick up his top speed and he was able to flash step and plant explosive seals on every wall around him five times each and get back into the same position without it even looked like he was moving in the first place.

Being sure to be careful, it took around a week to complete. He'd finish the last one minutes before Ryukyu walked in. The League of Villains were in position every day, waiting on his signal. The explosion was that signal. Keeping still allowed him to let his chakra invade the entire room, running across the floor, walls and, ceiling. The seal activated once his chakra connected back to itself across every corner of the room.

Now he was free.

Grey, suffocating smoke filled his prison, flowing through the hole where the gigantic vault like door locked him in. He stepped through it, stopping when he felt sticky liquid underneath his feet. He sniffed the air, then looked down. Blood.

"Kakashi..." the voice was barely audible, sounding weak.

Laying on her side, against the wall, Ryukyu bleed from her torso, a large piece of metal from the door sticking out from her abdomen. A fatal wound, that would surely kill her.

As she spoke, blood leaked from her mouth. "D-don't... leave. Don't make it hard for... yourself... please."

"You're dying. You should worry about yourself." He turned away from her, walking through her blood as it leaked from her body like water from a hose left unattended.

"Ryukyu!" Visibly terrified, Detective Tsukauchi ran past Kakashi who'd stopped at the sound of his his yell. He crouched down at Ryukyu, terrified of even moving her. What was he supposed to do? He should've move her... maybe; he didn't know. Small, echoing footsteps stopped his thoughts. "Kakashi! Kakashi!"

The boy stopped.

"To do this to her... after everything's she's done for you! How?! There's a heart beating in that chest, I know it! You saved that boy from your class, didn't you?! During that battle at Hosu! You're better than this!"

A single dead eye forever etches itself into his head. It was brief, only for a second had Kakashi turned around. But it was enough. Enough for him to realize what Kakashi's character truly was. This time he doesn't stop Kakashi as he walks away. He pulls out his phone and calls for the police. They had to be notified as soon as possible.

"Ryukyu, help is on the way. I'm going after Kakashi." He doesn't make it to his feet before he's pulled back, Ryukyu's hand gripping his dress shoes. "Ryukyu?"

"Let him go. Don't chase him."

"Ryukyu, you can't be serious! He's beyond help! He doesn't want any! He can't be reasoned with!" Rage flowed through him. No way could she still believe the good in him outweighed the bad.

Hot tears hit the floor. "He'll kill you. You have to stay away."

He was torn. That may and well be true, but could he just let the boy do what he wanted? Kakashi could've blown through the walls if he blew the door down. He could tell Kakashi was too smart to not have realized that, so that meant he may be looking for his possessions. As a Detective, he knew the layout of the hospital because of his many interrogations here. He could meet him there.

Sadness filled him as he pried her finger off his ankle and set it on the ground. "I'll send someone for you, but I have to go. I can't let him go through with this."

He gave her hand a reassuring squeeze before taking off behind Kakashi. He ran down the hallway as fast as he could, the red lit corridor making it hard to see. He slid to a stop, needing to make a left turn because the corridor only went one way and froze. Then gagged. The smell of blood was hauntingly intense. A mass pile of bodies strewn across the corridor blocked his path. Organs and muscle were hanging from victims. Kakashi had no weapons. Could he have done it with his bare hands?

Covering his mouth and nose and holding his breath, he ran as fast as he could, trying his hardest not to make out any of the dead as he leapt over them to keep moving. Somehow, he needed to get away from Kakashi's trail and forge his own so that he could beat him to the armory. If he ran across Kakashi he could get killed.

He wouldn't let Kakashi leave this place.

X

Numbness creeped in every inch of his bones. The smell of blood was something that no longer phased him. He didn't feel a thing as he ripped through his enemies like a metal saw would a tree. They were in his way. His way of getting back home. So he killed them all, not a moment of hesitation or self doubt. Killing was natural to him. Second only to breathing. He'd been doing it since he was five. It was so easy to snap a neck, to rip through someone's chest with his bare hands. It only took a single motion.

Another cramped hallway left in total decimation. Deep red emergency lights camouflaged the blood, making it hard to make out. His own clothes could be covered in blood and he wouldn't know it. And it didn't matter to him. His death march wouldn't end until he found where they stored his weapons. Even though he'd mapped out the entire building by running his chakra through it, that could only go so far. He wasn't a sensory Ninja and the building had no other chakra besides his. He only felt the general layout of the building, like how many rooms and floors there were but not what the rooms held. All he knew was that his weapons should be on one of the top floors, and currently he was two floors below his room.

"Stop right there!"

Kakashi paused, in a daze of utter relaxation and numbness. He had no sense of urgency at all. His slow turn reflected that.

Bored eyes scanned a man that dressed as every other he'd killed. A gun in his hand, switched to lethal with a laser pointing at his chest. He must've not seen what he'd had done to his friends. His body language suggested so.

"Put your hands up! Don't move!"

Kakashi chose to do the opposite and took a slow step forward. The guards hand touched the trigger.

"Don't move!" He commanded once more.

Kakashi took more steps. Three this time. The final step he took caused the man to pull the trigger. Unfortunately for him, bullets were too slow to kill him. He only slightly turned his body nonchalantly to dodge the bullet as his pace increased. The man let the bullets fly, not taking his finger off the trigger. Kakashi disappeared instantly and before he could even take his finger off the trigger seeing as his target was gone, Kakashi appeared in front of him but on the side of the gun's barrel and pushed it up toward the ceiling. The force of the gun and the unexpected push from above forced the man down on the ground before Kakashi ripped the weapon out of his hands and threw it to the side.

The man backed away in fear. In his eyes, Kakashi looked like a devil. Ready to destroy and kill. A ringing befalls his ears and it feels like he's having an out of body experience as Kakashi reaches forward at him.

Dual tomoe spin, catching site of lines zipping through the air. Quick and agile, they bounce off walls. For a slimmer of a second he sees eyes, and a mask. He knows who it is.

He leaps back and grunts. Part of his wrist had gotten caught. Blood. Too small to be of any concern. Nothing more than a scratch. The next second passes and he's landed but there's another soul standing before him.

The Ninja Hero: Edgeshot.

"I should've expected to see you here."

"Kakashi, every time we meet death surrounds us." Edgeshot couldn't find it within himself to even pretend like he was surprised. This scene, he was all too familiar with it.

"It's an omen. Take it as a sign you should run away. That is the one and only chance I'll be giving you."

It barely seemed like the next second later that Edgeshot used his quirk and shit off at Kakashi. Kakashi wasn't hit, the man bounced off the walls all around him until he materialized behind him. Kakashi felt the wind pressure his speed created.

"You're much faster than last time." A red, glowering eye slowly revealed itself. It's glow even darker than the corridor's blazing red lights. "It won't save you."

It took Edgeshot a moment to register what had happened, but Kakashi was in front of him. He didn't even sense Kakashi move behind him at all. It was like Kakashi wasn't worried about his presence at all. He was turned around when he appeared before him.

"I'll make do with this until I get my own things." In his hand was a Kunai. One he'd taken from the Ninja Hero.

Edgeshot's eyes widened at that. He didn't feel a K single movement near him. How...

His thought was cut off by a kick to the gut. His eyes bulged out his head and he went flying into the way, slamming against it with enough impact that the wall caved in a small bit.

His back... he couldn't feel it. It was a strange feeling, like he was out of his own body. He was struggling to get up. It felt like a boulder was weighing him down. One attack. How could one attack do so much? Now, he couldn't even stand. It felt like his heartbeat stopped for just a moment as pain he never experienced before recked his body. He forced his mask off his face as an incredible amount of blood hit the ground. He wretched over and over. It was all he could do. No other thoughts had run through his mind.

Slowly the sound of footsteps hit his ears. It didn't take too long for them to stop, just before him. The droves of blood finally stopped. His eyesight was blurry, he still felt sick. He was trying hard to keep himself steady. So hard.

"Die!"

Through immense pain, he looked up at the eyes of a child. No, the eyes of a killer. He was going to die. He couldn't force his body to move. His quirk to activate to save his life. Nothing. I can't do anything.

It took only a single second. A single precise motion. A clean cut across his throat. And now he was no longer moving. No longer struggling to get up. He cleaned the blood off the Kunai with a quick motion and the blood splattered against the wall.

He made to walk away, and put this behind him. The sound of metal stopped him, and he turned around. The man he'd aimed to kill before was holding a pistol at him, clearly scared by the blueness all over his face, and yet still had the courage to hold that weapon up to try and kill him.

Kakashi took a step and the man gripped the weapon even more tightly while backing up. "Don't move! Not another step!"

"You know, you could've played dead. I forgot about you." He took a second step and the man fired instantly. He aimed for the head. Kakashi was faster. In an instant, his hand was in front of his forehead, closed and clenched. His eyes hadn't left the man. "But now you've gone and pissed me off."

He opened his hand only slightly, and the bullet fell to the ground. The sound was so loud, even with the blaring siren. That bullet was his only hope. To kill this boy. This monster. And it was gone. He caught it without the tiniest bit of effort. He dropped the gun and raised his arms up in a desperate attempt at surrender.

"P-please," he struggled to form the words that could save his life. He was so scared. Death was looking him in the eye, with no semblance of forgiveness. "I want to live! P-please!"

Kakashi had made a decision the moment his eyes laid upon the man. "What has begging done for anyone?"

Sharingan Genjutsu activated and laid waste to the guard's unprepared mind. A single second of staring down his worst fears lead to cardiac arrest and his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

Kakashi eye throbs deeply because of his use of it and he grabs at it as if it would stop the pain. I'm still not ready to use it so much. It hurts too much. It would be better to keep it closed until he needed it once more. At least the man held the knowledge he was looking for. The armory; where his weapons were being held. It was a couple floors below his current one.

Lightning cackled in his hands for only a single second. The walls around him were blown away, and in a instant, he was on the fifth floor. He took a step, then paused and turned around. He'd felt eyes on him, and he was correct. The security man.

The red emergency lights that had been flickering stopped, now no longer flickering. It was constant. Kakashi wondered if it had come from him. It hadn't changed until now. But what would changing the lights like that even do?

"Do you know why you were brought to this building specifically?

Kakashi's single eye narrowed and he took a single step at the man. Suddenly, the air was different. No, it wasn't the air. He felt heavier, like something was weighting down his entire body. His knees bent, but only slightly. It wasn't nearly strong enough to force him to the ground, much less even his knees.

"How can you withstand so much gravity?

Kakashi planted his leg firmly into the ground before taking off, appearing nothing more than a blur despite the increased gravity. The man hadn't the chance to even blink before a fist slammed into gut. Blood shot out of his mouth as he went flying through the air. The force had been so great that he flew all the way down the long corridor that had to be about 30 meters away and hit the wall with enough force that it caved away and he was embedded within it.

He felt bones cave under his fist. It was possible he broke every rib the man had. Kakashi knew he was alive when he let out pained breathing that sounded like he was wheezing and squealing at the same time. Kakashi smirked as he walked up to him slowly, gripping the kunai in his hand tightly. He didn't know why, but his urge to kill this man was high. So high that nothing else crossed his mind. He slammed his right hand into the wall beside the man with his hhqaqleft hand holding the Kunai back at the ready.

"Stop! Not another movement!" He recognized that voice.Ruscles had been seized. His legs gave underneath him and fell to the ground, no longer able to move his body. The spark of lightning sounded as his eyes began to close.

A second later and he was unconscious. Kakashi spared him once more, but if he met him again, he would kill him. He went over to the commission's talk guard and seized. him by the hair, pulling him out of the wall. His breathing was shallow, Kakashi wasn't sure if he would survive. But with his eyes rolled back into his head like that he wouldn't get the information he would need to find that damned president. He let the man drop to the ground and turned away from we the two men. If the memories he'd gotten were correct the armory wasn't far away.

X

The armory was empty.

Not that he expected much resistance in the first place. But he could still sense that people were in the building. They were likely scared to approach him, something he didn't blame them doing, or they were drawing up some sort of plan. No matter the reason it was still of his benefit. A single punch in the middle of the large door was all it took for him to gain access to the room. Despite it being made of some sort of metal, to his power, it was nothing more than paper. It caved under the pressure of his punch and was sent flying into the wall behind it.

Kakashi paid it no heed, instead finding exactly what he was looking for with barely halfway sweeping his vision across the room. His gear, clothing, and tools were spread out as one would do inspecting evidence. He didn't care too much about his stuff being inspected since it made it easy enough for him to know that everything was indeed here.

It didn't take him long to change back into his clothing and add all the gear that he'd come accustomed to carrying. His clothes had the same holes in such where he was injured by Kakkō—not that it mattered much. Those villains probably had something that could fix this he was sure, especially with the technology they held.

With that he turned his attention on his escape.

He walked toward the farthest wall to the back, knowing the layout allowed him the knowledge of knowing that this wall would lead to the outside, and cocked his fist. Chakra erupted from his hand right before he smashed through the wall. It had

instantly caved under his punch. The piece of the wall had fell down several times tens of meters before slamming onto a car down below.

His eyes caught the sight of bright red wings, then a man. A familiar man.

Floating in the air, the third highest ranking hero stared at him with relaxed eyes and crossed arms. All in his way.

"Ya' know, I didn't really expect you to come this way, but knowing the way you think from our chats helped me out big time."

"Good for you. Now that you're satisfied, you can get out of my way before I kill you."

The fresh breeze from outside tickled his clothes, send a small chill through his body. The sound of a police siren hit his ears. He wondered if they'd known he would be escaping somehow. It hadn't been a long time since he started his escape.

"Sorry, but I just can't do that. I won't be satisfied until you're back where you belong."