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Kakashi was on his way to Yugakure for a diplomatic mission. This misson was quit spontaneous. Origially it was planed that Naruto would visit personally but Hinata got sick so Kakashi volunteered to go. Since he wasn't the Hokage anymore he had a lot of free time. So he dicided to go. That way he could leave Konoha for a few days and Naruto could stay at home with his sick wife and his kids. It wasn't supposed to be a dangerous mission. He just had to visit the Daimyou, nothing really big, but it had to be done.
That is why Kakashi was curruntly running through the forest of the Land of Fire towards the Land of Hot Water. He was alone. On this mission the former Hokage didn't want a guard. He didn't need one he wasn't even Hokage anymore.
The forest was silent. No sound was to be heard. Not even the footsteps of the Hatake. Kakashis eyes narrowed. The forest was never silent. There was someone. Someone who was not supposed to be here. A threat.
Kakashi pulled out a kunai and stopped. His eyes darted through the trees. His ears ready to pick up the tiniest sound. Who dared to attack Hatake Kakashi? That somebody whould die.
Rattle. Behind Kakashi on the right. In an instand Kakashi disappeared and appeared behind the attacker. He sliced the throat of the ninja. A movement to his left. Kakashi whirled around and threw a shuriken on his target. Dead. A moment later four Ninja stood around him.
Kakashi took a second to analys the situation. Four Ninjas around him, eight behind them and six more in the trees. Shit, he was fucked. Why were there so many?
He killed fourteen more befor a stabbing pain shot through the Hatake. The tip of a katana protuded from his chest. Hatake Kakashi is going to die, he realised.
The katana got pulled back. Kakashi fell to his knees. He could feel his blood gushing out of him. His legs hurt, his joints ached and the wounds that covered his body burned. Kakashi took his last breath before the world around him faded into darkness.
Hatake Kakashi was dead.
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In a hospital in Musutafu the cries of a baby echoed through the maternity ward. A little boy with silver hair and black eyes was born. His parents named him Takeru Kakashi.
He wasn't a cheerfull child. Kakashi cried much as a baby. In the beginning his parents thought it would pass. The older Kakashi got the lesser he cried. But he never smiled.
The Takerus asksed themselfs what they did wrong. Never did they know that Kakashi was plagued with memories of two wars and a lifetime of pain.
Akira loved her little boy, but she couldn't make him laugh. It broke her heart. Naoki loved him too, but he didn't understand Kakashi. The child looked at him without any emotion, he just observed. The father was terrified. Kakshi loved his parents. They were good people but they were civiliens, they were weak. He just couldn't burden them with his knowledge.
So Kakashi didn't talk. He didn't even attampted to say a word. No mom, no dad, nothing.
The parents tried everything in thier power to make Kakashi a "nomal" child. They went to doctors, to therapists, to every person who might help. But no one knew what to do with him. He wasn't even three yet. The only thing they heared was that they should wait. "Kakashi would beginn to speak when he was ready", they said.
A few weeks after Kakashis third birthday Kakashis parents got a call from the retirement home his grandfather was living in. The staff told them he died a few hours ago. Akira cried that day while Naoki comfoted her. Naoki tried to tell his son that he wouldn't meet his grandfather anymore. The father thougt that Kakashi would show emotions when he heard that his grandpa died. But nothing. Kakashi just looked him in the eyes and nodded understandingly.
Kakashi didn't really knew that man. He met him once half a year ago. He pited his mother with her grief. He knew too well what it was like to lose a loved one.
Two days later Naoki and Akira drove to the next city where the retierment home of his grandfather was. They left Kakashi with the nice lady from next door. They thought it was better when Kakashi wouldn't attent the funreal. They thought he didn't understand. So they went alone. Kakashi was okay with that, in Konoha he didn't like funreals.
His nighbour was nice. She was a 68 year old women with the name Kichi. She always read him books when she babysitted him. He loved to sit on the couch hearing her read the books in front of them.
Becaus of her he could already read. It wasn't like she knew that, but that wasn't important. His little hands weren't even big enough to hold the books he liked to read. So he was happy to read togther with her.
They read a lot of different books. Some were about fictional heros and villans, some were about the history like the pre-quirk-era or the emergence of the heros. Kichi always let him choose what to read. She didn't insisted to read the childreens books his parents read him. Kichi always said that he was a smart kid.
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Akira and Naoki were suppost to come back two days later. In the evening of that day the telephone rang. When Kichi answered the phone Kakashi watched from the couch.
"Hello, here is Sato Kichi. Who am I speaking with?... Yes, I am looking after the boy... What happend?... Oh no, the poor boy." Kichi looked at Kakashi with pity in her eyes. What is going on? Why does she look at him like that? "What is gonna happen with the child?..." They were talking about him! "Okay, I can look after him for another night. I will talk to him and let him pack a few things. Thank you for the information. Goodbye." Kichi ended the call and sighed. Kakashi looked at here in confusion. What is going on? Who his going to pick him up and why?
Kichi sat down next to the young boy and begann to talk: "Kakashi I want you to be very strong now. Okay?" Kakashi looked at here with big eyes and nodded. Thousend of thoughts raced through his head. Why does he need to be strong? Did something bad happen? Did someone die? What will happen? Did he do something wrong?
"I got a call from the hospital. They told me your parents were in a car accident. They didn't survive. I am sorry. Your parents woun't come back.", Kichi said with tears in her eyes. Kakashis didn't want to belive what he heard. Why did they need to die? Why is it always him who survives? Why? A single tear escaped from Kakashis eyes. He was alone again.