Ages:

Kakashi- 12

Obito- 13

Rin- 13

Minato and Kushina- 23

Summary: Kakashi wakes up somewhere he hasn't step foot in for years and tries to figure out what's going on.

Hatake Kakashi lived a life full of regrets, it was comprised of years with both guilt and longing for forgiveness from others.

Some would say he lived a hard life with all the people he cared about most dying around him throughout his life, always being haunted by the ghosts of the past, never letting himself forget his mistake. Even thinking at times maybe he deserved to die for leading many others to their own deaths. Kakashi's own father being the first one to leave him in this world at the young age of four, then was followed by his own teammates a few years later, lastly if that wasn't enough he lost the last connection to his team that was keeping him sane during his youth Minato.

Living as long as he did Kakashi never forgot the pain of the past, nor the release he would finally feel when he finally met his old team and asked for their forgiveness.

After stepping up to Hokage Kakashi was ready to finally leave his past regrets behind him and look forward to the future that was to come, as he kept telling himself he felt no need to hang onto the regret he once felt, no need to hang onto to that unrequited weight that had held him down all these years, for once in his life Kakashi was trying to finally forgive himself after so long and let himself feel free.

That never got to happen because Pain soon attacked the village robbing him of everything but the sweet release of death.

Kakashi took one last look at the KIA stone in the distance as he still felt lingering feelings towards the people's names on it even if he knew they were unnecessary at a time like this, everything that happened was all in the past so why did he always having feelings come back up every so often. With that in mind the masked shinobi welcomed the bright light that filled his vision a few minutes later, his consciousness slowly fading back into darkness to the unknown.

And yet...

What seemed like a second later Kakashi's eyes opened with a start, having to hold himself back from jolting upright.

As he tried to focus his eyes everything around him continued to be nothing more than a blur of color surrounding him, the colors being dull if not sad lacking any bright ones, it taking a solid minute before he could see where he was.

I just died didn't I, The silver haired Hatake thought confused as he observed the barren ceiling overtop of him, not even a moment ago being out in the open with the light blue sky surrounding him in a pile of rubble. Is this what hell looks like? Either this is hell or I'm still alive...

Kakashi let out a tired sigh running a hand through his hair as he finally started to sit up properly, only now taking notice of his appearance, especially how oddly small his own hand looked. Last he checked he was a fully grown aging adult living out his last years so why would his body have changed?

Taking in his whole appearance thoroughly he found a lot of strange things wrong with his body.

For one his voice was a bit higher, usually it held a deeper tone but right now it sounded younger with more energy. The second thing he found was he seemed considerably shorter than he last remembered, being able to reach tall shelves with ease. Lastly his clothes reminded him of the clothes he used to wear when he was a kid still going on B-ranked missions, looking nothing like the clothes he was used to wearing with more comfort and slightly more color.

But that wasn't the only thing he found strange Kakashi quickly discovered that he was covered in blood, the distinct metallic like smell overtaking his senses in a matter of seconds of being there, this new revelation only adding to the ever growing list of questions he had. The red liquid pooled around his body and looked as if it had come from somewhere in his own chest yet when he searched he could find no wound the blood could have come from, the only evidence he found being a rather large hole in his shirt right through his stomach.

Glancing beside him Kakashi saw a familiar tanto laying only an arm's length away from his bloodied hands, the tanto he recognized as the White Fang that used to be his father's. The blade painted with red from the tip all the way to the hilt looking hastily thrown there at some point.

"Just what is going on?" The silver haired Hatake muttered unhappily as he noticed that his hair was slightly longer than he liked it to be, and his forehead protector was missing from his head.

Given how many years Kakashi had been a ninja this was nothing completely out of the ordinary for him to wake up with no prior memories on certain missions due to certain circumstances, some such as containing secret information or last minute escapes that resulted in injury to his head, but for some reason this just felt different from those times. He had zero recollection of a mission like that ever being assigned to him or even mentioned in the last couple of council meetings in the village.

No this was something completely different Kakashi concluded.

Many theories started to fill Kakashi's head as he desperately attempted to comprehend what was going on trying to make sense of everything that was happening and going on.

Why was he younger than he last remembers did he use a disguise? Why did he wake up in a dark room and not at the hospital? Was this a genjutsu?

A minute passed by and the silver haired Hatake started to calm down and quickly got a hold of himself, if he was going to figure out what was going on he needed to take one step at a time, he was given the title Hokage at one point in his life after all.

Kakashi then raised his hand up in the release hand sign yelling out, "Kai!"

Okay not a genjutsu so then maybe I can try looking around...

With that the silver haired Hatake slowly brought himself to his feet, his legs quickly deciding to stumble as tested them out for the first time, it taking a minute for his legs to stop shaking from exhaustion. Just how tired would he have to had done to be this exhausted to barely even be able to stand, even in a body like this it would take a while for it to feel this worn out to this point.

Kakashi was growing quickly frustrated with knowing absolutely nothing of his current situation eagerly wanting answers, scratch that he needed answers, and he needed them now.

The masked shinobi then looked around for something, anything to help him make sense of things, in a bit of a panic as he began to truly realize where he was as the place haunted him then as it did when he was a young child. It not looking different from the day he left this place years ago trying to escape the memories it held before, them being both happy and sad reminders of the past occurrences.

The empty hall and cold atmosphere often made some nights unable to sleep, while on others the silence became unbearable loud.

Though the Hatake compound was known to be spacious and actually quite beautiful it still took Kakashi a bit of time to get used to being there all alone soon after his father's death, thus he would spend the day almost anywhere else other than there. Whether it be at the practice field training or up on the Hokage Monument sitting on the stone heads, anywhere was better than being stuck alone in a dead lifeless compound with only yourself to rely on.

The silver haired Hatake then slowly looked over and saw a calendar hanging on the wall as his eyes searched for the date, seeing the current day circled in red that marked a certain unpleasant occasion, that said day marking the anniversary of his father's death.

Kakashi shook his head in disbelief as his eyes refused to look away from the paper in front of him at the year.

No no no no no...

Quickly sliding the door open with a loud 'bang' the masked shinobi raced through the halls to find a mirror, glass, water, something to prove him wrong in his assumption.

The silver haired Hatake refused to believe he was in the past! He had to be hallucinating this just couldn't be real!?

That would prove that time travel was real and that he was stuck here in the past without any way to get back to the future he once knew, with no choice but to live out his mistakes once again this time around.

Finally making it to the bathroom Kakashi could only stare in pure shock as he looked back at his his young self.

His face had no evidence of a scar president whatsoever, not even a light graze, it was just like he remembered it looked before the Kannabi Bridge Mission. A face full of arrogance and youth, one that knew nothing more than to follow the rules and not question orders. Kakashi forgot how innocent he once looked without the scars and ghosts of the past following him around all these years reflected through his expressions, his usual look in the future being appearing more tired and almost melancholy at times, but with that in mind people would probably say he looked almost cute on normal days right now.

It suddenly hit the silver haired Hatake there was no way to escape this, it was like he was stuck in the past not being able to move forward. Basically forced to relive his past. Kakashi thought he had gotten over his fears a long time ago so how come it was so hard to accept the fact because now the masked shinobi had clear evidence that he was not in fact dead but alive and well. Unlike how he originally thought whatever age his body was right now was correct in this time and it probably was going to be impossible to change the fact that his mind was that of an adult.

Kakashi's mind then drifted and he swiftly calculated the time and age he was judging by his appearance and day, the reason being if the silver haired Hatake was going to get around here he needed to know exactly how old he was and what time he arrived at.

If it's before the Kannabi Bridge Mission and after my father's death then I have to be almost thirteen right now...

This fact means that if he had gone back in time then why had he woken up covered in blood in his father's study, he never did anything like that when he was around this age so he can't have just gone back in time. The past was supposed to be an exact replica of what he remembered and this wasn't anything he ever remembered doing so this couldn't be his timeline or world he grew up in.

So then the next theory had to be that he was in a different universe where he made different decisions to lead to this outcome, the multiverse theory to put it in simple terms. Going with this understanding made a lot more sense because this place differed from the world Kakashi was from but still had the same outcomes that still remained in this world. Sakumo's death is an example of this hypothesis.

With that out of the way Kakashi began to wonder how this had happened, and why it happened, but no answer could calm the preteen down. Panic and fear overwhelming all his senses as he was unable to accept the depth and reality this had on his life. What was happening was very real as well as the huge impact this had on his new so called life.

After the shocking new discovery finally dawned on him the young teen's anger overtook him, balling his fist Kakashi punched the mirror.

Why has life always been cruel to me? Constantly making me face the horrors of my past time and time again...

Tiny shards of glass dug into his small hands as new cuts covered them, just becoming yet another reminder of his predicament in this weaker body and new world, after all the teen had no idea how to get back to his old world if that was ever going to be possible. Kakashi was stranded here to live out his life once again, a chance to relive his childhood one would say.

The teen fell to the floor with a small 'thud' and looked over across in front of him at the few pieces of the mirror that hadn't broken when they hit the floor, the young Hatake clearly being able to see himself in each one surrounding him as the smell of fresh blood quickly filling the small bathroom.

Kakashi let out a weak huff as he took in his rather unkept appearance in each reflection.

In one mirror the young Hatake saw the face of a child mourning his father by trying to live up to his name and not make the same mistakes, in another he saw the face of a cold distant soldier raised in war with blood running down his hands, and in the last one he saw a face with eyes full of regret and tears from unsaid apologies to those he was too late to say.

He just woke up in another universe in the body of a young teenager full of life but he already looked old and worn out as if he wished he was dead already, how ironic.

The masked shinobi already thought he let go of the past, so why did fate always leave him so unsure of that?

...

Time seemed to stand still after finding out he wasn't in the future anymore and Kakashi let it stay that way as the sky quickly began to grow dark, the night steadily approaching.

Forcing himself to stand the preteen wandered around the compound aimlessly for a few minutes before finding himself back at the study once again, the door left wide open from earlier with blood slinging down it, just like if it was from a horror story more of the red liquid had been left over the floor where he woke up.

Hesitantly Kakashi stepped back into the room, carefully taking in the details of the room in its entirety.

But just before he could make it that far everything suddenly grew fuzzy as triggered memories began to flood his mind from the abrupt action, emotions of loneliness, shame, rage, and sadness hitting him full force from his current body's mind.

It was all in a haze as the picture came in heavy waves, memories blending together one after the other over the course of years made into a montage of experiences racing through him in a matter of seconds, but from what Kakashi could make out at certain times it looked just as it did back when he was just a preteen, unwanted glimpses and emotions of his past pain and lonely childhood flashing before his eyes feeling twice as bad the first time...

Loneliness...

Kakashi had always been a loner when it came to his problems.

He always dealt with everything by himself, whether it be the death of his father or the loss of his teammates, he always got through it alone.

Shinobi aren't supposed to show their emotions and just complete the mission assigned to them that was what he had been taught and that's what he stuck to. Emotions only drag you down in the worst times on missions, that was what he told himself repeatedly after Sakumo's suicide, as if a mantra reminding himself what happens if you let them onto the battlefield. Kakashi never wanted to repeat what his father did, ever.

Shame...

Kakashi quickly understood rules were better when followed, then realized rules needed to be followed when it came to mission protocol, no matter the circumstances. It was better to be this way he often found himself saying, it was easier this way, practically painless when they leave you. Building relationships with the people around you on a mission only leads to making a mistake, making mistakes leads to failure, and failure ultimately results in breaking the rules like what his father did.

Sakumo's mistake ended up costing many people's lives for a mistake that could have simply been avoided if he had followed the rules, now everything was left for him to fix, for him to live up to, for him to deal with his father's mistakes.

The mission came first, this is the rule Kakashi chose to abide by, all the villagers knew this still choosing to continue talking about Sakumo mistakes and his missed opportunity to end the war when he was given the chance, knowing full well the young preteen was still living in Kohona listening to them gossip about it every day.

People's eyes often glanced at him with feelings of disappointment or disgrace when they made eye contact with the young boy after Sakumo's death, Kakashi never being able to quite forget the horrid feeling even years after.

Rage...

Thoughts often crossed Kakashi's mind of why his father couldn't have just followed the rules as he stared at his tombstone on rainy days when no one was around, never being able to come to a conclusion himself as much as he tried to understand his reasons.

If only Sakumo had he could have lived longer and the young Hatake wouldn't be standing over him at his grave almost every day feeling emotions he shouldn't be having about his own father, ones that reflected anger and hatred for his decisions. It made Kakashi burn with anger at how selfish his father was for leaving him here all alone in this world because he felt guilty about his own actions.

Kakashi eventually came to believe that his own father left him to fend for himself in a world that liked to blame him for his father's actions, what a sad excuse for the Legendary White Fang.

Sadness...

After these feelings appeared more frequently than not everything fell into a sort of rhythm one foot in front of the other as both time and feelings became numb to everything around him, hours turning into days, days quickly turning into weeks. His face becoming a mask to hide his real feelings during times he became withdrawn, others playing it off as moody or having an attitude.

The only thing he couldn't hide as much as he tried was how obvious his emotions were displayed in his eyes, unable to lie and conceal his true feelings or distance he had put between himself and others more recently. A vast pool of pent up emotions pushed down so far that he felt nothing but empty and hollow when he was around those who cared about him, none of them the wiser when he escaped from them just to be alone for hours on end.

At some point in all this it had gotten to the point of simple as mindlessly going through the motions of life, faking his personality to others, deceiving them into believing another lie one day after the next, somehow managing to cry himself to sleep every night for it to start all over again.

Depression...

Kakashi was just a shell of what he used to be in this world as nothing kept him tethered to what was real and what had now become a nightmare, always hoping tomorrow was going to be brighter than today. Black empty eyes now looked back at him in the mirror every morning as he once thought they were filled with a bright gleam.

It was tiring endlessly being forced to wake up every morning to a life with no light left in, it felt like a prison, almost like a life sentence punishment to him. What had become of the son of the Legendary White Fang of Konoha after all these years? People deemed him a genius and many praised him for his abilities but what did that matter to him, it wouldn't help the way he felt about through all the sad hurtful days or the endless problems he had to wake up to all the time.

A sudden curiosity then filled Kakashi's mind, an answer if you will to all his troubles, if life had become a living hell for him what was dying going to feel like?

Would he feel relief if he did? Would he finally feel free from his burdens? Would it finally end whatever the gift of life had become?

So with that in mind on the anniversary night of his father's death Kakashi decided to find out just what death had to offer in this dark hurtful life he was forced to live, Sakumo's tanto being the only witness to not one but two suicides in the hands of a Hatake.

Death...

Finally regaining control of his body Kakashi found himself on his knees, noticing his face and body in cold sweat as his labored breathing continued to shake his small frame. The memories hit the preteen head on at full force coming out of nowhere all of a sudden like that.

The preteen felt a vast pool of different emotions during the whole experience and he slowly pieced together the story till he made sense of it a few minutes later, all the clues and things he had found around the compound coming to mind as he did.

The blood, the tanto, today's date, it was sort of starting to make sense...

He had been so stupid the answer had been in front of him the whole time clear as day, if only he realized it sooner instead of wandering around.

The conclusion then became Hatake Kakashi from this world killed himself.

...

Hours later that night unable to sleep even a wink Kakashi began to slowly clean the house up, including the blood in the study, the broken mirror, and himself by taking a cold bath, then ended by wiping down the thing that probably started this whole thing years ago ending his Sakumo's legacy as well as his own in this world, his father's tanto.

If this was all that was left for him in this world was a failed legacy then so be it, he had no other choice but to live out his days here whether he wanted to or not.

Kakashi would live the life the other him couldn't and grow to become a shinobi feared by nations just as his father before him, the teen didn't blame the other him from this world for killing himself Kakashi had thoughts all the same during his youth so for it to become a reality in this world shows that while he endured it in his lifetime the other him could not.

It was concerning how calm I am right now, Kakashi thought as he carefully sat down on his wooden back porch after he finished straightening up the last of the study. Most people would still be panicking after knowing they weren't in their own world anymore, not be sitting outside like me and openly accepting it...

The young Hatake was conflicted on how he should be feeling right now, on one hand this should all be impossible and he should be trying to find a way back to his own world, and on the other shouldn't he be happy now that he got see everyone he missed because they were alive again. He should be relishing in the fact that he was living most people's dream getting to relive their childhood.

He would get to see his team again, he would see Minato and Kushina again, he would get to argue with Obito, and he would get to talk with Rin.

Though these thoughts were all true it still bothered the young teen as he continued to solemnly watch the full moon, the ever present white glow illuminating the dark sky as the clouds shifted with the breeze, a slight chill filling the air as the young preteen sat lone on the deck of the porch overlooking the land behind the compound.

My past always finds a way to haunt me even in a world like this one where everyone is alive...

Kakashi took in the cool breeze flowing through his hair for a second before he glanced over at his hand, bringing it up in front of his face into the light.

"I'm shaking," The young Hatake commented bewildered, noticing how scared his body actually was about being back here during this difficult time in his life, referring to just how badly his small hands were trembling in anticipation for tomorrow. "How strange I'm not even cold..."

"Kakashi," A voice called out softly from in front of him, snapping the preteen back to reality.

The masked shinobi put his hand down and looked up to find a certain blonde in front of him in the middle of his backyard under a tree looking over with kind eyes.

"M-Minato-sensei..."

Kakashi could only stare as the clouds shifted and the moon shined down lighting up the night, making the blonde haired man's face become clear and distinct as he stood in front of him. It had been so long since he had seen his sensei's face that it had become almost foreign to him now, his features unmistakably looking exactly like the ones of his future son Naruto, the young Hatake almost saying the wrong name in confusion.

After seeing who it was the young preteen was stunned to silence as he tried to react or even talk to the man in front of him in hopes to calm down all the tension he was feeling at this moment.

Say something to him Kakashi, say ANYTHING to him. Come on you idiot, The young Hatake thought franticly as his body refused to listen and remained quiet.

To say Minato was concerned was an understatement.

Just from where he was standing he could tell his student was acting odd, panicked even as he got closer and felt how real the fear in Kakashi's eyes felt. The look in his eyes was unnatural and slightly terrifying to see his toughest student like this around him as though he was afraid or something.

As the blonde took steps towards the younger Minato began asking some light questions about the preteen's health or if he needed another day off to rest, yet when he did nothing he said looked like it got through to him, as if Kakashi was in a trance or genjutsu and not all there.

Kakashi's sensei then slowly moved his hand to feel the younger's forehead to check for a fever, wanting to see if he being sick was why he was being this way or if it was because of something entirely different.

But Minato immediately retracted his hand when he saw the young Hatake flinch back, shutting his eyes tightly, almost like he was expecting something else other than a gentle touch.

Was Kakashi afraid... of him?

That just couldn't be the case his silver haired student never acted this way with him before and Minato never did anything to warrant such fear in his students, did he?

Sure he sparred with all his students from time to time but he never did anything fatal or too damaging, they were still children in his eyes as well as outranked by him. Hurting them beyond the required minimum for training was something the blonde would never stand for, they were still far too young in his opinion to even take part in war yet these were desperate times. Minato was supposed to be teaching them, preparing them for battle in a war he hoped would end soon and they would all make it out unharmed.

Minato glanced over at the younger's pale face again only to be met with a raw unmistakable fear as sweat dripped down his face and tears welled up in his eyes. The blonde was at a loss for words as he didn't want to scare one of his own students but he was also trying his hardest not to pull the preteen in for a comforting hug.

Ever since he arrived the young Hatake had been acting strange, not sensing Minato in the slightest as he approached the compound, uncontrollably trembling, flinching at his slightest movements. Was this how Kakashi was when no one was around watching or judging him, just a scared kid in this cruel world that forced him to play grown up at too young an age?

If Kakashi didn't want to see him then he wouldn't force him, if he did Minato probably would be doing more harm than good if he stuck around any longer.

Right as the blonde made his way back towards the way he came in the compound a small hand grabbed the sleeve of his shirt and held it in a weak grip.

"Sensei please don't- please don't leave me..." The young Hatake managed to get out pathetically, the word 'again' left unsaid under his breath as a silent tear slid down his face.

It finally set in that Kakashi was going to meet his team again and face them after everything that happened so long ago.

Maybe this was god's way of punishing him, maybe this was his redemption, Kakashi didn't know.

He was stuck in the years of his past having to live them out again with the same people he led to their deaths, essentially living out his own personal hell, with no way to probably ever get back to where he was.

Hot tears began to stream down the young Hatake's face as he tried to hold them back unsuccessfully, like a dam breaking without any way of repair he helplessly couldn't do anything but let them flow down his flushed cheeks. All the suppressed tears built up over the course of years of guilt and emotional stress had bubbled up to the surface mixing together into a storm of emotions, thus resulting in a full on meltdown of him trying to cope with everything.

The preteen had finally come to accept everything in this world for just what it was, how he got there, and that being there was unavoidable and impossible to leave.

With that Kakashi could only let the tears stream down as he held onto the only thing keeping him grounded and present in his own reality, his sensei's sleeve.

To say Minato was shocked once again was an understatement, he honestly didn't know how to verbally respond as his body automatically went into autopilot to sit down next to him and comfort the younger, taking the sight in of how uncharacteristic helpless the young Hatake looked right now, never seeing this side of Kakashi before now.

The preteen continued to cry through the night as his sensei sat beside him in comfortable silence murmuring soft words of assurance here and there as the younger's face eventually got buried into his shoulder, apologies sprouting out endlessly from him.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry sensei!"

I'm sorry about everything on the Kannabi bridge mission, I'm sorry about Rin...

Minato tried to calm the preteen down but to no avail, it had no effect.

"Kakashi it's ok, it's fine, you don't need to apologize. I need you to calm down and breathe for me."

I'm sorry about not being able to save you or Kushina-san...

The blonde didn't even know what he was saying sorry for but whatever it was seemed to haunt him to the point of breaking down, so for now he went along with it, desperately trying to placate the young preteen in his arms.

Please forgive me one day sensei...

The young Hatake then bowed his head saying yet another apology of many more throughout the night, "M'sorry it's all my fault..."

...

A few hours passed and Kakashi eventually fell asleep with his head in Minato's lap, still holding onto the blonde's blue sleeve in a death grip, unwilling to let go even for a second. Even if Minato wanted to leave, which he never thought about even once since he arrived, he just couldn't leave his student in this state all alone. He promised himself he would be there for any of his students when they needed him, even late at night like now he would be there in a heartbeat if they called.

Kushina would understand why he didn't come home that night tomorrow morning when he saw her, but Minato didn't think she would believe Kakashi falling asleep against him.

Earlier That Day at the Training Field

"Where is Bakashi he's usually here by now?" Obito asked curiously looking around at the other two members of the team, not seeing the youngest and final member anywhere in sight.

If they were all being honest the silver haired preteen should already be here by now and they would all be warming up, but apparently today that wasn't the case because he was late, if he was even going to show up. Kakashi was never ever late so it was pretty concerning that they had just passed a whole hour from when practice was supposed to start it became very concerning.

"Maybe he isn't coming today," Rin said helpfully laced with concern, a bit worried for the other member of the team. "Or maybe he is sick today and didn't want to come to training."

They all knew it was highly unlikely that the young Hatake would take a sick now training over or ever, but what other explanation could there have been?

Minato agreed with a hum, momentarily lost in thought before going on to say, " I'll go check on him later after practice."

Out of the team their blonde sensei probably had the closest idea why he wasn't there today even if he didn't mention it out loud, not wanting to let something slip out that Kakashi wouldn't want to tell them just quite yet. If Minato had to guess the preteen was probably just taking the day off that he offered to him every year on the anniversary of Sakumo's death.

Now the blonde knew that death was something unavoidable and even as much as people denied it, especially his silver haired student, it did affect their mood or actions on particular days or times. So every time the anniversary of Kakashi's father came around he always gave the younger the chance to take the day off from training. He did this with all his students on certain days of the year for the ones they lost their loved ones or days of importance to them.

But this was the first one that the young Hatake actually took since Minato had offered them to him so it was a bit odd after so long he finally gave into it without warning.

Well Minato had originally wanted for them to all spar him but since Kakashi wasn't here today they could just do it tomorrow so for today they would work on other areas. So after going through a couple of hours of chakra control and target practice, stuff that Kakshi was already far ahead in, the day was over and everyone began to depart.

As both Obito and Rin walked back together the Uchiha couldn't help but raise his hands behind his head and let out a long sigh as he saw the village up ahead.

"Man if stupid Bakashi was here today we could've spared with sensei and I could show him how strong my fireball jutsu has gotten, but since he wasn't here I couldn't. He is such a hypocrite when it comes to getting here on time that he doesn't even bother to show up himself."

Even if her best friend didn't show it right now the teenage girl could tell that he was more worried about his teammate than he let on to be, only complaining about him was the way he chose to express it instead of outright saying so to her.

Rin gave a sympathetic smile saying, "Well sensei said we could spar tomorrow so you just have to be patient Obito."

A comfortable silence engulfed them for a minute before the Uchiha finally spoke, muttering something under his breath that the girl couldn't understand before they went their separate ways after a few more steps.

"Hope he is feeling better tomorrow..."

Hello and welcome everyone who made it to the end of the first chapter, I hope you all enjoyed it and it all made sense, and sorry to everyone who likes Sakumo. I always thought Kakashi had one of the saddest backstory in Naruto and I have been wanting to write a story about him forever, only now actually putting the work in hehe. So I guess let's see how this goes and how the plot will develop with Team Minato. A fun fact about this is that I loosely based this chapter off of Yoasobi's song 'Racing Through the Night' if any of you were curious, or the name seemed familiar.

Also if you want I would love to see what you thought about this chapter in the comments, or what you think will happen in the next one, well anyways have a good day and see everyone next time. -Kiyo :)