AN: It's 2am, I'm fucking tired.

I'd like to thank everyone who reviewed and pm'd me. Thank you, your kind words mean a lot to me.

A few things I wanted to address. People have asked if this story will be following canon. Zetsu, Obito and Madara are still a thing, the akatsuki will still be running about. The key events that happen within the story will be similar to the manga. But things will be handled differently.

I don't own Naruto.

Sleep had eluded him that night.

His mind kept going back to the events that had happened within the last 10 hours. Every time he fell asleep, he saw that eye. That cold, angry eye that seemed to hold so much hatred inside. And that feeling…

He shivered at the mere memory of it.

Whatever that thing was, it had called him "warden". That word was familiar, though he couldn't remember what it meant. Perhaps he'd read it in one of his books? He'd have to look it up later on.

He sat up in his bed when he heard his front door open.

"Can I come in?" That sounded like the old Hokage. Getting off his bed, he walked out of his room and into his living room, where he watched as the old man placed an envelope on his kitchen counter.

"This is for this month's living expenses."

The young boy looked at the envelope in slight contempt. He hated this. Well not really, he was grateful to have a home now, and that someone cared enough to come by every month to make sure he was still alive. But he hated living like this. He hated not having anyone to talk to about his problems. He hated how the Hokage, who looked like he cared for him on the surface, seemed to be hiding things from him. He definitely couldn't tell the Hokage about what had happened the previous night. He had a feeling that things would end badly if he did.

Sarutobi watched the boy for a few seconds before making his way back to the front door once he saw that he would remain silent.

"Hey…" The Hokage paused in front of the door and turned to the young blond as Naruto tilted his head back to look at him. "Why don't I have a mom and dad?"

A memory made its way inside the old man's mind, of a blond Hokage and hot-blooded red-head impaled on the claw of a great beast. "Hm…" Hiruzen closed his eyes tiredly. "Didn't I tell you before?" he asked the blond. "Although it was quite some time ago-"

"That's not what I want to hear!" the Jinchūriki interrupted as he looked angrily at the hokage. "You're talking about when that beast called the nine tailed fox ran amuck, right?"

Hiruzen kept staring at the blond as he continued. "That's not what I'm asking about! I just want to know…" Naruto got up and stared at him heatedly. "Who were my parents? What kind of people were they?"

The Hokage so desperately wanted to tell the boy about his parents, but he couldn't. Not yet anyway. Not because he was worried about potential enemies, no. Konoha could protect him from that. But because he thought that the blond wouldn't be able to handle it. He wanted to tell him about the nine tails one day, and if he learned that his own father had condemned him to a life of misery, he wasn't sure how he'd react.

An image of Minato hugging his wife's pregnant belly appeared in his mind. No, he couldn't tell him. He couldn't take the risk of having Naruto come to hate his parents and his village. Not when they had loved him more than the world itself, even before he was born.

He turned away and put his hand on the doorknob. "There's no use asking about that. It won't bring the dead back."

Naruto frowned at Sarutobi's retreating back. More lies. He always knew when people lied to him. They never looked him in the eyes when they did.

Right before the Hokage was about to leave, Naruto remembered his train of thought before the old man had come in. "Hey, old man," he said quickly.

Sarutobi opened the front door and paused halfway inside the doorway. Naruto continued. "What does 'warden' mean?"

Hiruzen looked sharply at the Jinchūriki. Why would the boy ask such a question? Had someone told him about the nine tails? Who would do such a thing? Perhaps it was just a coincidence. Hiruzen knew that the blond liked to read to increase his vocabulary. Maybe he'd read that word in one of those books of his? Hopefully.

"A warden is a person that's responsible for someone or something's supervision." And with that, the old man was gone.

Naruto stared at the door. He wasn't sure what supervision was, but he had an idea. So that thing that had called him warden, Naruto was in charge of it? But that didn't make sense, he'd never seen it before. He knew he'd remember something like that if that were the case.

He needed to meet it again. As scary as it was, as painful as it was, he needed answers.

God, he was crazy. He knew that if things went wrong in the future, that he would be able to pinpoint it to exactly right now.

Here he was, sitting cross-legged in his living room once more, about to attempt what had ended terribly the last time he tried this. He needed to find that feeling deep inside himself again.

He closed his eyes and concentrated. There it was…That warm feeling that had lulled him into a false sense of security. He imagined a hand wrapping around that feeling, but unlike last time, he didn't pull and try to force it out and instead let it guide him deeper into his mind.

He opened his eyes and was met with the same metal bars from last time. So, he was back. Just what was this place? How could something inside himself lead him to somewhere else? Was this inside his mind? He had never heard of anyone being able to do that before.

There was that eye again…But there were two of them this time. Those eyes within the darkness that seemed to look at him with such hatred. Was it angry because it was caged? He had a feeling that he'd be angry as well if he were stuck behind bars for so long.

The same feeling from last time made him gasp and collapse to his knees as cold sweat began to form on his forehead. No! He didn't want to leave yet! He didn't even know what that thing was! He hadn't come all the way out here for nothing!

"I thought I'd warned you." The deep booming voice mumbled angrily. "Are you as dense as you look?"

"P-Please…" The blond managed to get out as he took in shaky breath "W-Wait, please!"

The beast was silent for a few moments before the pressure suddenly abated. "Speak, warden."

Naruto gasped once he was able to get his bearings again as he fell onto his backside, greedily gulping down some much-needed oxygen. "T-Thank you…"

The red eyes seemed to be observing him with impatience, so the whiskered boy hurriedly, albeit shakily, stood back on his feet. "Who are you, exactly…?"

A wide, terrifying grin appeared within the darkness of the cage, sharp white teeth, each several times bigger than he was coming to life beneath the twin nightmarish red orbs.

"So, the little human is curious about me, hm?" the creature gave a deep humorless laugh. "Should I feel honored?" It asked in a tone that was practically dripping with sarcasm.

Naruto began to shiver in panic as the glowing eyes appeared to be floating up higher and higher, staring at him from what looked like hundreds of feet high. "You want to know who I am, mortal? Then I'll tell you." Some of the darkness within the cage began to fade, giving Naruto a better view of the beast inside. Orange fur, razor sharp teeth, blood red eyes. But that wasn't what scared the boy the most.

He stared in horror at the nine swishing tails behind the giant fox.

"I am the Kyuubi. The nine tailed demon fox, and mightiest of the bijuu." The fox gave the blond a menacing grin.

It took all of Naruto's willpower not to pass out right then and there. He was face to face with the nine tailed fox? The same fox that could create tidal waves and hurricanes with merely a swipe of its tails? The same fox that nearly destroyed his home village and killed the greatest Hokage they ever had?

He tried to look at things rationally. The Kyuubi was unable to touch him from there. Those bars were there for a reason and he had a feeling that if the nine tails could take them down, then he would have done so already. Now he had even more questions than before! What was the strongest Bijuu doing here?

"T-The nine tailed fox?" He stuttered. "But how is that possible? I thought that the fourth killed you?"

A giant hand smashed against the metal bars making the cage creak and rattle as Naruto jumped back in fright. "You think that pathetic fool of a Yondaime could ever defeat me!?" The nine tails roared in anger. "None in this world could ever come close to me! You are nothing but ants in front of my might."

Naruto gulped audibly as he stared at the visage of the demon fox. "T-Then, what happened?"

The mighty demon sat back down as it huffed angrily to himself. "That blasted Namikaze sealed me away, into a pathetic twerp of all things." The nine tail's eyes narrowed as it looked at his warden. "I was so close to ending your miserable existence. But that damned Uzumaki…She held me down with her pesky chains before I could finish the deed."

Uzumaki? There was another Uzumaki before him? He'd always thought he was just given a random name! Wait, what was that about sealing?

"W-what do you mean by 'sealed you away'? Are you saying that you're sealed inside of me? Is that why you called me warden before?" The young blond babbled.

The great Bijuu cast him an annoyed glare. "I grow tired of your presence, morsel. Begone."

"Wait, I-" Before he could say anything else, he felt that same feeling from yesterday of being forcefully pushed out of his mindscape. He could kick him out of his own mind!? That was so not fair!

Naruto woke up with a groan as he sat up again and held his throbbing head. His brain was spinning with even more questions. He had learned a lot, but now new questions had arisen.

The freaking nine tails was inside of him! And the fourth hadn't killed him at all, he had sealed it into him! Was that why the entire village seemed to hate him? Was that why people whispered behind his back and the old man treated him so differently? Did the Hokage even know? He had to! He was the Hokage!

The blond reached under his mattress and held his little drum for comfort. 'Why did he keep something like that from me…What else is he hiding? I bet he does know who my parents are but he just doesn't wanna tell me.' Well two could play at that game. If the leader of this village would keep things away from him, then so would he.

The nine tails had said something about an Uzumaki. All this time, he'd thought that it was just a made-up name given to him because no family wanted him. But there were others like him. Were there any still alive?

He squeezed his eyes shut as he mentally replayed his encounter with the fox. The fourth, his idol was the one that had sealed the kyuubi inside of him. He didn't know how to feel about that. Even if the fourth hadn't had a choice, why was he chosen of all people?

This was all too much for the blond. Thinking about it just gave him an even bigger headache.

"And I still have that damn chakra to unlock…" He lamented to himself. With a sigh, he forced himself back into a sitting position and closed his eyes once more. There was that warm feeling of the nine tails again. He briefly considered going back in, but he had a feeling that the fox wouldn't like that. So instead he pushed past the warm feeling of the fox and started digging deeper.

Yes…He could feel it now. There was something else within. If he had to associate the demon's feeling to a color, it would definitely be red. But this one felt calmer and cooler, like the color blue. He once again pictured a hand closing around it when a thought made him stop in his tracks. What would happen if he tried pulling this one out? What if he had another secret demon inside of him and this was what that feeling was?

No, he wouldn't back down now. Even if it was another demon, then he would meet it head on! Now determined, he finally grasped the blue sensation and pulled hard on it.

The damn thing wouldn't budge! While it didn't violently pull back like the red color, this one just would not move at all. Gritting his teeth, he pictured a second hand wrapping around it and began to pull with all his might once more. Yes! He could feel it wobbling slightly! He was so close now, all he had to do was keep pulling.

And he kept doing just that, pulling and pulling as hard as he could for several minutes. And finally, after one final tug, he felt it give. Chakra exploded out of him and knocked his surrounding furniture over. He could feel this warm comforting sensation flowing around his body, revitalizing him and making him feel stronger and healthier than he ever had in his short life.

He had done it! He'd unlocked his chakra! Standing up, he marveled at this newfound feeling. He felt like he could run for miles and lift mountains. But the question was, what would he do now with this power?

An idea come to his head as a mischievous smile blossomed onto his face.

"He's over there! Get him!"

"I'm gonna skin you alive you little terror!"

Naruto laughed as he jumped on top of another building. This chakra stuff was great! He could jump from roof to roof now, and he could outrun everyone! Even those people with the green vests that always gave him trouble before were left behind in his dust!

For the past three hours, he'd been pulling prank after prank, terrorizing the villagers and ninja alike. No one who scorned him was safe from him! He could remember every faces, every nasty insult and every store owner that had chased him out. One had had the front of his store graffitied with big bold text saying "stupid" and "butthead". Another civilian had walked home only to be met with a pie being launched out of his opposing wall and nailing him in the face.

Looking back, he saw that some of the people with green vests were catching up with him as he did his best to contain his laughter. One of them was bright pink. Another one was covered in feathers and looked like a giant chicken. Quickly hopping off the building and ducking into an alleyway, he waited until all of his pursuers were out of sight before finally coming out with a satisfied smile.

"Hehe. That'll show them not to mess with Naruto Uzumaki!"

A crash behind him startled him as he whirled around. A man in a green vest and a long scar running along the bridge of his nose stumbled out from behind some trash cans, panting in exhaustion from chasing after him all day.

"I…Finally…Found you…." He panted out in between breaths. Naruto smiled at him challengingly and took off once more.

"No you didn't!"

"Hey, get back here!" He yelled out uselessly. He blinked in surprise though when the 5-year-old skidded to a stop and after a moment's pause, cautiously made his way back towards the man in the green vest.

"Oh, um…You…Actually did."

Naruto tilted his head. "Yeah."

The Young Chunin scratched his head in confusion and looked around uncertainly. "Well, alright…Um. I guess we're going to the Hokage's office now? Follow me." The man turned around and began to make his way towards the Hokage building, entirely missing the grin on Naruto's face.

"Element of surprise!" The blond pulled a water balloon off of his belt and flung it at the man, who turned around in surprise and spluttered as the balloon exploded in his face.

"Aagh!" The older man yelled as he fell onto his backside. He frantically wiped his face and opened his eyes to berate the little trickster only to realize he was already long gone.

Up above on the roofs, two masked figures observed the scene below in amusement.

"Lively kid." The one in the weasel mask said with a small chuckle.

The ANBU in the dog mask just smiled.

Today had been awesome! He'd gotten some sweet, sweet revenge on those annoying villagers that would always be mean to him. Right now, though, he was tired. He looked like quite the sight, paint and scuff marks adorned his clothes and his hair stuck to his forehead from the sweat. He was looking forward to get home, shower and collapse onto his bed.

"Man, where did that troublesome kid go…" Naruto stopped and looked up as a voice drew his attention. There was an unassuming man with black hair in another one of those green vests. The man was looking around in search of something before sighing as he brought his hands together, hands closed save for his index and middle fingers that extended out to make a cross sign.

"It can't be helped. Shadow clone jutsu!" A puff of smoke appeared next to him, surprising Naruto. His eyes nearly fell out of his sockets when he saw an exact copy of the black-haired man next to him.

"You go this way; I'll check out this area over there." The clone nodded as he and the original vanished in different directions.

Naruto looked on in amazement.

The plan was to go home, take a shower and get some much-needed rest, but what he had witnessed earlier had made him way too excited. There was a technique that could make clones? What else could ninja do? The potential of chakra felt limitless!

So here he was, standing in his living room once more as he stared at the ground in front of him with determined eyes. He had chakra now, so he could do this as well, right? If that man from before managed to do it, then he could to!

Balling his fists at his sides, the blond grinned in anticipation. "Shadow clone jutsu!"

…

"Huh?" The boy stared in confusion as nothing happened. Was he supposed to do something else? Now that he thought back to it, the man had made a strange symbol with his hands. Maybe that was the missing piece? It's not like he had anything to lose.

Crossing his fingers together just like how he saw the ninja do, he felt his chakra fluctuate in his body in an unfamiliar way. "Shadow clone jutsu!" He called out, even louder than before.

A puff of smoke appeared in front of him as he felt a wave of dizziness. Damn, why did he suddenly feel so tired? Blinking, he stared at the spot where the smoke had come from. There was nothing there! Had he done the technique incorrectly? "Oi!" A squeaky high-pitched voice startled him as glanced around his room in confusion.

"Hello?"

"Down here." The blond jinchūriki looked down and was surprised to find…Himself? Except he was…Much, MUCH smaller than him.

"Why are you so tall ya bastard!?" His mini-clone yelled at him angrily. The real Naruto could only stare in astonishment.

"I'm not tall, you're the one that's small! What the hell happened?" The tiny clone crossed his arms in indignation as it opened his mouth to give a smart reply…Only to disappear in another puff of smoke.

Naruto stared at the spot that his clone was just standing in as his tired brain attempted to process what had just happened.

Three months had gone by for our favorite blond, and life went on as usual. The Hokage came by to give him his allowance, Naruto terrorized the villagers by doing his new favorite pass-time; pranking, and on his own time, Naruto had been doing some studying on his own.

Turns out there is a whole island of Uzumakis. Well, there was. Not anymore. The island of Uzushiogakure had been eradicated during one of the wars, leaving only ruins to show that they had once been a prospering village within the land of whirlpools. Rumors has it that there were survivors that had managed to flee during the attack, obviously, given that he was here now. But as feeble as it was, hope began to take life inside of Naruto that other members of his family had managed to survive as well.

Another thing that he had learned was that each major village had people that held demons in them, or jinchūrikis as they called them. While the thought that there were others out there who were just like him made him happy, he couldn't help but wonder how they were being treated over there.

'I hope they're alright…' Thought the blond sadly. He wanted to meet them one day. He was sure that they could become friends.

He needed more answers about why he had been chosen.

A passing book in the library about the fourth had told him that Minato Namikaze had a genin team before he was anointed as the Hokage. Uchiha Obito, deceased. Nohara Rin, deceased. Hatake Kakashi, Jōnin of Konohagakure. This Kakashi person might know something about the yondaime's decision! He hoped so at least.

A soft knock on his front door shook him out of his musings. Glancing at his clock, he saw that it was 9:38pm 'Who could it be at this time?'

Slowly padding his way to the front door, he stopped in front of it as he pressed an ear to it.

"Who is it?"

…

No answer. That was weird. He slowly reached up for his handle and opened the door a crack, peeking his head behind the frame. No one there. But there was a package on the floor with writing scribbled on it that read "To Naruto".

His interest having been piqued, he opened the door fully and picked up the package in his small hands. Glancing from side to side once more, he turned back around once he saw no one and closed the door behind him. 'What is this?'

He stared at the package for a few seconds, suspicion steadily rising as he thought of what could be inside of this unassuming package. After shaking it gently and confirming that the material inside was soft and nothing dangerous, he ripped it open as a note fell out of it.

He picked up the note curiously and opened it 'For those cold winter days, happy birthday Naruto.'

Birthday…Yes, he'd heard that word before. Kids in the orphanage had used it several times, though he never really thought that he could have one as well. It made sense now that he thought about it. He glanced over to the calendar that was hanging from his wall. So October 10 was his birthday then?

Placing the card down, he opened the package further to reveal a blue scarf with lines running horizontally across the fabric that were a lighter shade of blue. 'It's so soft…' He thought as he wrapped it around himself and marvelled at the warmth it seemed to give him. But who would give him this scarf? There wasn't anyone behind the door!

Running to his window, he threw it open as he looked around the dark street in the hopes of finding this mysterious person. Unfortunately, the area was barren at this time of night. Inhaling, Naruto cupped his hands around his mouth to project his voice even further.

"THANK YOU!" He yelled out into the night. He waited a few seconds in the hopes that he would get an answer back…Nope. Nothing but the wind. With a small sigh, he ducked back inside and closed his window.

Hiding a few meters away within the darkness, the single visible eye of a certain masked man curved up into a smile.

It was horrible. Everyone in this underground bunker looked like sick caricatures of what used to be humans. Everywhere he looked, victims of failed experiments moaned in agony or stared lifelessly at nothing in particular. The ones that were still conscious enough to speak were barely aware enough to give off unintelligent mumbles.

Men, women. Even children…None were spared from the cruel treatment. 'That monster…How far is he willing to go for his twisted ambitions?'

"Captain."

The newly-promoted 13-year-old captain of ANBU tore his eyes away from the gruesome sight before him in favor of turning his attention towards his subordinate, a man in a tiger mask with medium sized brown hair that was tied up in a spiky ponytail.

"What do we have?"

"It seems that all these people have been forcefully paired with some kind of artificial nature energy." The tiger ANBU looked down at the clipboard in his hands. "None of them could properly wield it as the natural chakra rebelled against them, so Orochimaru attempted to modify their bodies to be able to properly sustain it, leading to…This." He gestured towards the horrific amalgamates.

'My god…' Kakashi thought to himself in disgust. 'Is that lunatic trying to replicate Jiraiya-sama's sage mode?'

"These are only the beginning stages." The tiger mask continued. "After a few days, they devolve into basic instinct. Hunt, kill, eat. The mark on their bodies release some kind of enzyme into their system that makes them turn wild and feral. They become extremely dangerous and will attack anything on sight."

"Have we tried removing the mark?" The teen commander asked.

"That's the thing sir…" Tiger looked uneasily at the disfigured victims. "The marks seem to hold a piece Orochimaru's soul. It's impossible to remove it."

It wasn't looking good. Kakashi stared hopelessly at what he assumed was a young female clutching a crying infant to her side.

"Have any of the recovered bodies turned back to normal?"

"None, sir. All of these people are done for." The subordinate replied grimly. The grey haired ANBU squeezed his eyes shut as he debated what to do.

He slowly walked over to the huddled figure of the young girl he saw before and crouched down to her level. She didn't seem to notice him. The deformed experiment was slowly rocking her child and muttering a lullaby as her empty eye sockets stared right through him.

He knew what he had to do. But, could he do it? Could he really take the lives of these poor tortured souls? They hadn't done anything yet; they didn't deserve to die. They were just civilians living their lives who fell victim to a twisted man's corrupted desires.

But it was too late for them. The kindest thing he could do now was to end their misery, but he didn't think he could do it. Reaching down to his hip, he pulled off the dog mask that was attached to his belt and stared at the visage of his title.

Was this what it meant to be ANBU? To do whatever it took to protect Konoha? To do what no one else could do for the sake of the others? Kakashi always knew that being the captain of the black ops was a cruel thing, but this was the first time that he actually saw just what this position entailed.

"Please…" His attention was taken off his mask as he looked over at the girl that had finally noticed his presence. "Please…Help us…"

He would help these people. No matter how hard or painful it was, he would do what needed to be done. Looking at his mask once more, he flipped it around and brought it to his face. Kakashi…No. He wasn't Kakashi anymore. He was Dog now. With this mask, he was the ANBU captain of Alpha division. Dog reached up to the handle poking out behind his left shoulder and grabbed onto it, pulling on it to free the blade from its sheath.

If this was what being an ANBU meant, then he would do it without complaining. He would turn off his emotions and do what was necessary to complete the mission. Because If he didn't then who would? He'd take on the full brunt of this responsibility, because he was ANBU. He was Dog, the protector of Konoha.

The ANBU captain drove his blade in the heart of the girl, who died painlessly a few seconds later.

With shaky hands, he began his grueling task, and he didn't stop. Even when they screamed in terror. Even when they begged for mercy. Even when the children cried for their parents.

Because that is what was necessary.

"Wake up, Kakashi!"

Kakashi jolted awake. Tiredly opening his eye, he blearily looked at the face of his colleague with the bird mask.

"It's 6:43pm. I know it's part of that persona of yours to be late, but Cat has been waiting for you for nearly an hour."

With a groan, the scarecrow sat up in his bed and rubbed at his only exposed eye. He was normally an extremely light sleeper, something that has been developed as a necessity given his field of work. But every now and then, he'd have one of those nightmares. Memories of his worst moments within his life. He glanced at his now opened window near his bed. Bird must have gotten in from there.

"Thank you Bird." The young Hatake reached over to his nightstand and grabbed his dog mask. Standing up, he placed his mask onto his face and clipped it into place. Bird immediately stood straighter and saluted.

"At your command, captain!"

"Dismissed." Dog checked his pouch as Bird vanished out of the window. After making sure he had everything, he too disappeared from his room.

"Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow!" Yes, it was finally ready! After waiting all of 3 minutes, the food of the gods was finally ready.

Well, a substitute to it, at least.

Holding the boiling cup of noodles, the young jinchūriki quickly made his way to his dinner table, almost throwing it onto it because of the heat. Once his torturous trip was finally over, he blew onto his hands in an attempt to ward off any burns. 'It'll heal. It always does.'

Sitting down on a chair, he eagerly broke his chopsticks and brought his hands together. "Thank you for the meal." With that done, he could finally dig in. The cup of noodles never stood a chance! In merely a minute, the cup that once contained the heavenly dish had been completely emptied. Another easy victory for Uzumaki Naruto.

Closing his eyes, he savored the feeling of his warm meal. It was a cool night out today, but he didn't mind it. Smiling, he ran a hand through his brand-new scarf that he now wore around his neck. He had to find out who gave it to him so he could thank them properly.

He closed his eyes and cleared his thoughts. Yes, there they were. He could barely feel them, but they were definitely there. It's not like they were making a big effort to hide themselves anyway. He knew of those masked people that would often be in the vicinity of his house. He had a feeling they were sent by the Hokage. The Jinchūriki had to be protected after all.

When had he developed a sixth sense? He had no idea. But he had a feeling it came from living on the street for a few months. It had forced his sense of survival to the max. It wasn't anything amazing, he could only kind of feel things that were in his immediate area. But still, he thought it was an awesome skill to have.

He didn't know why, but one of those masked figures made him feel safe, almost as if he already knew him. Hey, just because the Hokage made him cautious didn't mean that he had to be scared of the people protecting him, right? Opening his eyes, he smiled as he rushed towards his kitchen once more, pulling another cup ramen out of his cupboard and putting it to boil. They must get pretty hungry, being up on the roofs for so long with nothing to eat.

After three more minutes, the cup ramen was ready. Making sure to use oven mitts this time to not burn himself, he brought it to his windowsill and carefully placed it down.

…

Well that sucked, no one was coming down to get it. Maybe he'd been wrong and no one was there? He shrugged and made his way back to his living room. They'll take it whenever they see it.

He needed to find that Kakashi guy. He was sure that he would be able to tell him more about why he was chosen as the jailor of the nine tails. Plus, being the student of the fourth, he had to be strong! Maybe he could get the Jōnin to train him?

He wanted- No. He needed to become stronger. If he was going to become a strong shinobi one day, then he'd need training, lots of training. And he had a feeling it wasn't going to be easy. Yes, tomorrow; he would find him. And he would find his answers.

His eyes went back to his windowsill. What the- The cup ramen was gone! And they didn't even say thank you, how rude of them! Running over towards his window, he leaned his upper body outside and took a deep breath.

"YOU'RE WELCOME!" He couldn't have sounded more sarcastic even if he tried.

But he was only greeted with silence.

AN: Yep, things are finally about to pick up. Hope you guys enjoyed what I'm doing with Kakashi's character in this story.

Please review, and see you next time!