Authors notes::

Sorry to not post regualarly but the site was glitchy, and idont want the story to go unnoticed during it.

On to the Story.

Throughout Heaven and Earth, I alone am the honored one. Gojo Satoru's favorite phrase echoed through his mind as if reinforcing his natural sense of superiority. He lay still, wrapped in blankets, an infant in this world, but his ego hadn't shrunk in the slightest. Reborn? Doesn't matter. I'm still the strongest.

Yet, his body wasn't cooperating. His eyes—his prized Six Eyes—remained closed, almost like they were still adjusting to something unfamiliar. Fine, he thought, a bit irritated. I can't open my eyes, but that's temporary. It had to be. After all, he was Gojo Satoru. Whatever energy filled this world, it was just another thing to master. Adaptation is the first step to conquering this place.

Even as Kakashi's arms carried him, the sensation of moving through the village barely registered in Gojo's mind. His thoughts were elsewhere. The word "Hokage" kept repeating in his head. Hokage... Now I'm in the Naruto world what to do, he mused. A spark of excitement flickered inside him. Elemental jutsus, summoning creatures, this world's insane potential, and of course politics... He'd fantasized about this scenario before, being dropped into the Naruto universe and playing with its mechanics.

Oh, how he'd always wanted to dabble in politics—truly,

But the politics back in his home world ohhhh...what could be more thrilling than dealing with old, power-obsessed idiots? Even now, as a baby in Kakashi's arms, the mere thought of their pompous faces made him sick.

Rage flared inside him, their misguided orders had led to the deaths of countless promising sorcerers—and even innocents—just to maintain their precious hierarchy and though all his tiny body could do was twitch, the fire burned.

It felt good though killing them in cold blood.

And now it's real. A smirk tugged at the edges of his thoughts. He could already see himself mastering techniques and bending this world to his will, just like back home. He'd become a god again, no question.

But then, something darker seeped into his mind—Sukuna. That last fight... he had been so sure of himself, so convinced that no one could challenge him. And yet, he'd lost. His ego, his overconfidence—it had all come crashing down when Sukuna wiped the floor with him. How did that even happen? Gojo's pride flared up as he recalled it. I'm Gojo Satoru! No one should've been able to beat me. Especially not him!

The thought still stung, but he wasn't about to let it dominate him. Sukuna got lucky, he reasoned, brushing it aside. I got careless. Yeah, that was it. He'd underestimated his opponent. He wouldn't make the same mistake here. In this world, he would take control, play smarter, and remind everyone—no, show everyone—that he was still the strongest.

Gojo allowed himself a moment of smug satisfaction. This world won't know what hit it. He'd rise to the top, effortlessly mastering its strongest techniques, summoning beasts no one had ever seen, and maybe even reshaping the world's rules with his sheer force of will. They'll worship me like a god.

But then, he paused. Wait... do I really need to do that? After all, there were already powerful shinobi like the Hokage running things. For once, maybe he didn't have to be the one saving the world. I don't need to carry the weight of this place on my shoulders, he thought, almost amused at the idea. Let the shinobi handle the heavy lifting this time.

I've done my part back home. It's their turn now. The idea of stepping back, of not having to save the world every other day, was surprisingly... refreshing. He chuckled inwardly. I can just sit back, relax, and enjoy myself here. Let them fight the big battles. I'll just... enjoy the ride.

And speaking of enjoying himself, his thoughts wandered. His confidence swelled again. He wasn't just reborn with power—he had his looks, too. These fools won't stand a chance, he mused, ego creeping back. He grinned mentally. Good looks, the strongest abilities... I'm going to live the dream here.

No world-saving is necessary, just a second chance at living it up. A second chance to dominate, to play, and maybe... His thoughts took a familiar turn, but this time, he held himself back. There would be plenty of time for all that.

For now, Gojo allowed himself to bask in the quiet certainty that, no matter where he was or what form he took, he alone was the honored one.

Kakashi Hatake made his way toward the Hokage's office, the odd child cradled carefully in his arms. The infant had been unusually quiet ever since they left the house, but something about the energy surrounding the kid still had Kakashi on edge. It wasn't something he could sense in the usual way, but there was a faint, unsettling pressure in the air.

As they walked, Kakashi glanced down at the baby's face, taking in the snow-white hair and strangely flawless skin. There was something almost ethereal about him. But what caught Kakashi's attention was the range of expressions flitting across the kid's face.

First, there was the angry scowl—a scrunched-up look of frustration that seemed almost too intense for a baby. Kakashi's brow twitched. Barely a week old, and you already look like you're mad at the world, he thought, with his usual dry detachment.

Then, out of nowhere, the baby's expression shifted into something that looked... sad. The kid's tiny mouth parted in a sigh like he was having some deep emotional epiphany Kakashi wasn't aware of.

Sad now? Kakashi mused. What could possibly be bothering you?

But the theatrics didn't stop there. The sorrow melted away, replaced by a brief, triumphant grin, as if the baby had just discovered some grand secret. Kakashi blinked, genuinely surprised. Is this kid for real?

Then, just as quickly, the smile vanished, replaced by an almost exaggerated pout. The baby looked... annoyed, and for a moment, Kakashi had to suppress the urge to laugh. Annoyed now? Really?

Dramatic, aren't you? Kakashi thought with a hint of amusement, though his expression remained as flat as ever. The child's exaggerated pout was strangely endearing, a cute little face full of frustration. Great, a moody baby, Kakashi thought, half-exasperated, half-amused.

As they continued walking, the kid's expressions continued to change rapidly, from anger to joy to some bizarre form of concentration. Kakashi found himself watching, unable to tear his gaze away from the mini-drama unfolding on the baby's face.

This kid's going to be a handful, Kakashi thought, a small spark of amusement breaking through his usual dull demeanor. So many emotions in one tiny body.

By the time they reached the Hokage's office, the baby had gone through another round of emotional shifts. This time, his face was scrunched up in deep concentration, as if he were solving some kind of puzzle.

What now? World domination? Kakashi thought dryly, fighting the urge to roll his eyes.

He shifted the child in his arms slightly as he knocked on the Hokage's door. You've barely been alive a week, and you're already having an existential crisis, Kakashi mused. This is going to be fun.

Despite his internal sarcasm, Kakashi couldn't help but feel a strange connection to the baby. The kid was odd, no doubt about that. But there was something about him—something beyond the theatrics and the weird energy. Maybe it was the way he'd managed to tug at Kakashi's interest without even trying. Or maybe it was the absurdity of it all—the idea that someone so small could already be so... expressive.

Cute, though. Annoying, but cute. Kakashi thought as he glanced at the baby again, noticing the kid's face shift into yet another exaggerated pout.

Yeah, Kakashi thought, a small, almost invisible smile tugging at his lips beneath the mask. This is going to be interesting.

As Kakashi stepped into the Hokage's office with the baby securely in his arms, he was greeted by an unexpectedly sharp look from Hiruzen Sarutobi. The Third Hokage eyed him up and down, his expression shifting from curiosity to something more suspicious. His gaze lingered a little too long on the white-haired infant Kakashi carried.

"Kakashi," Hiruzen began, his voice unusually dry, "What... is this?" His tone was laden with unspoken meaning.

Kakashi, ever the stoic, raised an eyebrow under his mask. "A baby," he deadpanned.

Hiruzen exhaled slowly, leaning back in his chair as if bracing himself for what he was about to say. "Tell me, Kakashi... does this child happen to be yours?"

Kakashi blinked. Twice. "Excuse me?"

The Hokage leaned forward again, this time with a glint in his eye that Kakashi didn't quite like. "You're holding a baby, Kakashi. A white-haired, beautiful baby. You're young, handsome, and... well, we both know about your... exploits."

Kakashi's visible eye narrowed. "Exploits?"

Hiruzen waved his hand dismissively. "Don't play innocent with me. Do you think Minato and I haven't noticed your little... sexcapades with Kurenai? You're not as discreet as you think."

Kakashi froze, and his mind instantly went into overdrive. "Kurenai? Sexcapades?" He didn't even realize the Hokage knew about it. Wait, was he being accused of it?

"Wait, wait—hold on," Kakashi started, but Hiruzen wasn't done.

"You've been sneaking around with her for months, haven't you?" Hiruzen continued, his voice brimming with faux-seriousness. "Minato and I have kept this under wraps to avoid a scandal, but I never expected you to go so far as to... father a child!"

Kakashi stared at the Hokage, dumbfounded. The baby in his arms let out a small whimper as if sensing the absurdity of the situation. Meanwhile, Kakashi's mind was racing, trying to figure out how the conversation had spiraled so horribly out of control.

Kakashi snapped, trying to keep his composure.

"Hokage-sama, with all due respect, Can we skip the assumptions and focus on the fact that I'm holding a baby?" Kakashi said slowly, "And this is *not* my baby."

Hiruzen arched an eyebrow. "Oh? So Kurenai isn't the mother?"

"There ..is.. no mother!" Kakashi's voice rose a little more than usual, his usual calm demeanor cracking under the weight of the insane accusation.

Hiruzen chuckled, his gaze shifting to the baby's face, which was scrunched up in an array of expressions. "Well, he's certainly cute. I mean, just look at that face! What a charmer! You should be proud."

"NOT MY BABY" came the loud voice of irritated Kakashi.

Which was duly ignored by the hokage who was too busy making fun of the teenager.

Kakashi couldn't help but feel his twitch in a mix of annoyance but his attention was grabbed as he watched the baby pouting and flailing his arms. "What's so cute about a baby throwing a tantrum?"

"Oh, come on," Hiruzen said, grinning widely. "That pout could melt the hearts of the toughest shinobi. I think he's got your charm."

"Charm?" Kakashi echoed incredulously. "I'd rather not have my 'charm' compared to a baby."

"Too late," Hiruzen said with a laugh. "It's already been done. You know, if this is how you plan to attract Kurenai, you might need a new strategy."

Kakashi sighed, exasperated. "I don't even want to think about that right now."

The Hokage continued to watch Gojo, whose face shifted again, this time into a look of confusion mixed with anger. "It's like he's putting on a whole performance for you, Kakashi. You might have a future actor on your hands!"

"Great," Kakashi muttered, shaking his head as the baby's expression changed to one of absolute determination. "What am I supposed to do with a baby who thinks he's the main character?"

Hiruzen's laughter filled the room as he leaned back, clearly enjoying the chaos. "You'll have to figure it out. You've got the job now."

Kakashi started to take deep breaths as he quenched his mind from the thoughts of killing the hokage and becoming a missing ninja, "I will say it again Hokage-Sama this is not my baby."

Hiruzen folded his arms, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "I see... I suppose the baby just appeared out of thin air, then?"

"Actually... yeah," Kakashi muttered, suddenly remembering why he was even here. "I found this kid abandoned on the outskirts of the village, Hokage-sama. I'm here because of that, *not* because I've been secretly fathering children."

There was a long, pregnant pause.

Then Hiruzen burst into laughter, the tension in the room evaporating in an instant. Kakashi's eye twitched as he watched the Hokage chuckle, clearly having enjoyed pulling his leg far too much.

"Ah, Kakashi," Hiruzen wiped a tear from his eye, "I'm just messing with you. But you should've seen your face!"

Kakashi let out a long, exasperated sigh, his eye narrowing as he muttered, "I should've known."

As the Hokage finally regained his composure, he leaned forward again, this time more serious. "Alright, alright," he said, his tone calming. "Now, tell me about this child."

Kakashi, still recovering from the emotional whiplash, gestured to the baby in his arms. "I found him in an empty house. There was a letter addressed to you there as well, but the child..." He glanced down at the baby, whose face was now scrunched up into what could only be described as an irritated pout. "He's... strange."

Hiruzen gave the baby a closer look, his demeanor now much more focused. "Strange how?"

"There is something about him," Kakashi explained, "it's... unlike anything I've felt before. It's not normal, but it's something weird. And his expressions..." He trailed off, eyeing the baby as its face cycled through another round of exaggerated emotions, this time anger, then confusion, and back to that infuriatingly cute pout.

The Hokage leaned in closer, intrigued. "Interesting. And he hasn't opened his eyes at all?"

"Nope," Kakashi replied. "Not once. But judging by his expressions, he's very... expressive."

Hiruzen studied the baby closely, his experienced eyes narrowing. "Hmm. An abandoned child found in the village."

As if on cue, the baby shifted again, and this time his little face settled into a look of profound irritation. Kakashi couldn't help but sigh. *Great,* he thought sarcastically, *just what I need. A baby with attitude.*

But, despite the annoyance, Kakashi felt a strange connection to the child. It wasn't logical, and it didn't make much sense, but something about the kid seemed... right. Almost as if fate had dropped this little ball of trouble into his arms for a reason.

The Hokage seemed to sense the same thing. "Well, Kakashi," he said thoughtfully, "it seems we'll need to look into this child further."

Kakashi nodded, though his mind was still reeling from everything that had just happened. Between the Hokage's wild accusation, the baby's antics, and the bizarre situation surrounding the child, it was shaping up to be one of the strangest days he'd had in a while.

And with a final glance down at the now-pouting baby, Kakashi sighed again. *This is going to be one long day.*

With that, Kakashi felt a moment of hesitation before stepping forward. "By the way, I found a letter next to him. It's addressed to you—' For the Hokage,'" he said,

Hiruzen's demeanor changed, curiosity taking over. "A letter? What does it say?"

Kakashi shrugged, avoiding Hiruzen's intense gaze. "I didn't open it. You're the Hokage; I figured you'd want to see it yourself."

"Fair enough," Hiruzen replied, eyeing the baby one more time. "And I suppose you'll be on diaper duty until we figure this all out?"

"Not again Hokage Sama it's unbecoming of you," Kakashi deadpanned borderline whined, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on him.

Hiruzen chuckled, clearly enjoying Kakashi's growing frustration. "Welcome to parenthood, Kakashi. Now, let's see what this letter has to say."

As Hiruzen began to inspect the letter, Kakashi couldn't shake the feeling that he was way over his head, both with the baby and the implications of his newfound responsibility. The lighthearted teasing of the Hokage only added to his growing sense of confusion, making the absurdity of the situation all the more apparent.

Authors Notes::

Give your review.

And do follow and favorite.

Ja Ne.