Thx to all the new follower of this fanfiction. : ')

First short fight in here, hope you like it.

Without further ado, let's start.

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, my name isn't Masashi Kishimoto. Everyone should be able to tell, I'm not even a Japanese. Therefore, I don't own Naruto (sad, I know). Otherwise, certain characters would die in a slow and painful way. *glares at Danzo*

„Speaking"*

„Thinking"*

Jutsu*

Hand signs*

*and similar stuff

/One year timeskip/

The minor child, barely six years old, clenches his fists as he charges his opponent. Said person, an ANBU with a tiger mask, shifts into a defense position again. He catches the boy's wrist, fist attempting to hit him, and tries to spin him around in order to pin him to the ground. The prodigy, realizing what his combatant wants to do, immediately goes for a chakra-reinforced sweep with his right leg so as to get the ANBU unbalanced, he succeeds, his opponent reluctantly lets him go. The young shinobi wastes no time, using chakra to jump a few feet back in the air and starts to wave handseals.

Snake, Ram, Monkey, Boar

He turns his head just in time to avoid a thrown shuriken.

Horse, Tiger

„Katon: Goukakyuu no Jutsu"

As he breathes out a large ball of fire, he's only able to catch a glimpse of the last two of a series of handsigns.

...Monkey, Dragon

„Suiton: Water-Wall no Jutsu", the ANBU member mutters, a wall made out of water appearing in front of him. As the two techniques clash, a fog envelopes the whole training area.

The minor tries to spot his opponent, but his attempts are to no avail. Then, suddenly, he feels a foot implanted in his abdomen, the kick having enough force to send him flying against a wall.

„In a situation like this, don't rely on your sight. Try to use your other senses to locate your enemy.", the ANBU advises him in an emotionless voice, what else.

The spar drags on for another half an hour until the child couldn't fight any longer.

The ANBU member stares down at the silver-haired boy, who is currently laying on the floor, covered in cuts and bruises, panting. „Training is finished. Go back to your room.", he orders with indifference. Then, he leaves. The young ninja stays at the ground for a few moments and then gets up. He flexes his muscles and immediately regrets it as pain shoots through his body. To say he's sore from the training would be an understatement.

„As long as it makes me stronger, I'll bear any pain.", he states to himself.

Kakashi begins walking through the huge underground training-room, not even having enough chakra for a simple Shunshin left. As he is returning to the dorm room, he shares with several other ANBU, he reflects on the year since his father's death he passed as Danzo's apprentice. Well, at least theoretically his apprentice. Most of the times, the prodigy has been trained by random ANBU members, because Danzo is an extremely busy man. Kakashi doesn't know, what kind of things the elder has to do the whole time, but he can't find himself really caring. „As long as I get stronger."

Either way, the training he receives is extremely tough. Kakashi's day has consisted of waking up early and taking a quick breakfast consisting out of some pills giving you the ingredients your body needs. Afterwards, his training with Danzo or an ANBU starts. It consists most of the time out of increasing his speed, stamina and chakra. At noon, he gets to eat a nutrition bar with something to drink in order to replenish his chakra. If necessary, an ANBU member with medical knowledge heals his injuries. Along the way, Kakashi reads scrolls containing new jutsu or other knowledge, often about the weaknesses of specific jutsus or people from other hidden villages. In the afternoon, he usually spars, testing and learning new jutsu. They finish, when Kakashi doesn't have the strength to fight properly anymore. He gets something to eat or a medic yet again and returns to the sleeping dorms, meditating deep into the night, before he falls asleep.

The hard training is sometimes too straining for the little child's body, but nothing he can't handle, or so Kakashi tells himself. Apart from the aching, the boy feels now and then, whenever the control over his emotions slips and he has to think of his father, Kakashi feels well. He knows, he is getting stronger each day and everyone around him treats him normally, neither as a child, nor as the traitor's son. The prodigy considers those around him, the unemotional ANBUs, who are mere tools for Konoha, the perfect shinobis.

Still, he's just a six year old child and often feels lonely, although he wouldn't show it. He sometimes wonders, wether there is anyone noticing his absence or actually missing him. But he dismisses such thoughts quickly. He was quite sure, this isn't the case. Kakashi doesn't really know, if he should feel bitter or uncaring about that, but decides for the latter. „Bonds make you weak. A true shinobi is better off working alone. Dad...no...Sakumo Hatake is the perfect example for that."

Kakashi may be a prodigy, but there are still many things in his life, he has no clue about. For once, there is a bunch of people caring for him, his former classmates for example. Before the disaster of his father's mission, Kakashi wasn't cold or unfriendly. In fact, although he has only stayed in that class for a short while, the silver-haired boy made quite a few friends. Gai, the green spandex wearing dead-last with his loud and boisterous attitude, being one of them. However, most of them turned their back on Kakashi, after they heard from their parents about his father's failure.

And there's also still a certain blond, cheerful jounin, who cares deeply for him. Said person is currently standing in the Hokage's office, where the new jounin-sensei for this year's graduates are assigned. Minato, however, in contrary to most people's exspectations, didn't volunteer for a team. He told the Sandaime, that he wouldn't take one under any circumstances. Minato even threatened to let his team fail for sure, if the Hokage still decided to assign him one. Such behaviour was quite atypical for the jounin, which is why quite some people were in bewilderment.

Yet, there is also a man present, who becomes suspicious immediately. Danzo is almost certain, it has to do with the Hatake boy. The elder has already noticed, how much the blond apparently cares for the prodigy, for whatever reasons. „Maybe, it's just a plot made by Hiruzen to make the boy loyal to him.", Danzo inwardly nods to himself, „Unfortunately for you, I'm not one to be fooled that easily. I should try to find out more about that."

As Minato sees Danzo approach him, he narrows his eyes at once. His dislike towards the elder was always existing and only intensified with the incident concerning Kakashi. „I wonder, how he is and whether Danzo even tries to take care of him.", he muses with sadness and anger.

„Danzo-sama", Minato tries to sound cheerfully, like he normally would, failing completely, his words coming out more like a snarl „what can I help you with?"

„I want to know, why you didn't want to be assigned a genin-team. Last year, you seemed more enthusiastic about it."

Minato grits his teeth in order to stop himself from yelling at the elder. „How dare you! It's your fault, Kakashi isn't my student and has to get over his father's death without me now! I'm sure, your don't even deem it necessary to look after him properly!", he just wants to scream at the elder's smug face. He wants to help the boy with his problems so badly, but because of this man, he isn't able to. Minato isn't one to get violent, outside the battlefield of course, but now he wants nothing more than to punch the old geezer. Yet, he doesn't, he can't. Instead, he tries to speak in an even and polite voice: „Don't worry, I'll get a genin-team soon enough."

„I see", Danzo scowls, glancing at the Hokage to make sure, he isn't listening, „still hoping to get the Hatake boy from me?"

Minato flinches a bit, taken aback by the open confrontation. Then, after he briefly went over the elder's words in his mind, he says with a menacing voice, daring the other man to confirm his accusation: „You make it sound as if Kakashi's just some tool for one of us to use."

„Well", Danzo says, enjoying the superior position, he's currently in, yet remaining stoic on the outside, „that's exactly what a good shinobi should be. Kakashi realized, that his father's actions were mistakes and despicable. Therefore, he would do anything to make up for it."

Minato clenches his fists. He clearly understood the hidden ‚He would do anything, I told him to do. Just like a tool.' Before his anger gets the better of him, Minato decides to let it go for now, already having a plan to get Kakashi out of Danzo's grasp. „We'll see.", he simply states and leaves through the door.

„Disrespectful brat", Danzo thinks, shooting another glance at the Hokage, who is still occupied with some jounin, „What exactly are you trying to do so as to achieve that goal, Namikaze?"

I'd really appreciate a review about how you consider my first, albeit short fighting scene and my writing style in general. That would really help me to get better and fix my flaws.

Bye ^^