Disclaimers: I do not own Naruto, if I did everything would be about Kakashi.

Author's Note: This is my first fanfiction, so forgive me if there are any mistakes. And since this is FANFICTION things like ages and personalities will not be the same in the canon anime/manga.

*Important Notes: This is an Au and is set in the year Sakumo fails his mission.

*Important ages: Kakashi (6), Shikamaru (8)

Kakashi was walking down the street of the village, his head down as he ignored the glares the villagers were giving him and the whispers that followed. He was going to the general store to buy food for the house, since his father refused to leave the house and at times even his room. He was slowly getting angry at his father, for the neglect he was showing after that disastrous mission.

As he entered the store the six-year-old shinobi patted his pockets to make sure he had all of his money. Kakashi noticed that there was only two people in the store, the cashier and a customer. From the way he is dressed and his spiky hair he must be a Nara. Kakashi rationalized.

Kakashi grabbed all of the groceries he needed and put them in a basket and carried it to the counter, as best he could.

The cashier gave him a quick look of disgust and rang up his items. "That'll be 100 ryo," he said snidely.

Kakashi peered up at the counter and even though he could barely reach the counter on his tip toes, he gave the cashier an intimidating glare. "That's a lie! I added everything as I grabbed them, and it equals 50 ryo!" Kakashi argues.

The man sneers, "And what do a brat of a disgraced ninja know about adding things up?!"

Kakashi bristled at the commit about his father. "I'm a prodigy for one thing. And also-", before he could continue he was interrupted by the sound of coins hitting the counter.

"This should be enough." A deep voice said behind him.

Kakashi turned to the voice in surprise, it was the Nara he saw when he entered. He gave him a sharp look, "I don't need charity."

The Nara gave him an amused look. "I'm sure you don't, I'll make you a deal, you can give me your 50 ryo as repayment".

The child gave him a suspicious look, then nodded. "Ok."

The Nara payed, then grabbed Kakashi's groceries and headed towards the door. He stopped when he noticed Kakashi was not following him. He looked behind him, "Well come on". He waved a hand in front of him, "Lead me to your house." And left the store.

Kakashi ran to catch up to him. "I don't need you to carry my bags, I can handle them."

"I got them, there's no need for you to carry them if I can. Besides these bags are almost bigger than you, Kakashi." He said.

Kakashi startled at his name and peered at the man, suspicion clouding his eyes. "You know who I am?"

The older ninja chuckled, "How could I not, with that silver hair of yours."

"If you know who I am, then why are you being so nice?" In Kakashi experience people who knows who he is generally treats him very bad.

The Nara sighed and whispered "Troublesome." He than spoke louder so Kakashi could hear him. "Because unlike these fools," he glanced at the villagers who was staring at them, "I believe that your father did the right thing. Missions can be redone, but lives cannot be remade. And even if he did fail his mission there is no reason to blame you, a child who had no control of the outcome of that mission."

There was silence between the two, as they walked. When they were near the Hatake clan home, Kakashi spoke. He looked up at the older male, hope filling his young eyes. He softly spoke, "You really believe that?"

The Nara nodded. "I do."

"What is your name?" Kakashi timidly asked.

"I'm Shikaku Nara, please to meet you."

Author's note: That's the end of chapter one. I hope you enjoyed it. Since I am on break from my college for the holidays, the updates should not be too far behind each other.