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Chapter 1

Kakashi's perspective

After the day of training the first thing Naruto had requested was ramen. Which would be fine—except the fact that Naruto asked after every single practice, and he was capable of eating five bowls of ramen straight—six or more if he was hungry enough. I still wondered how Iruka managed to stand it. . . .

"Please Kakashi-sensei!" He pleaded.

I sighed, "No Naruto. I won't treat you to ramen." The first time I had done so . . . that had been a major rookie mistake which I'd never make again. Let's just say, my wallet had been very sad after.

"Naruto! He said no!" Sakura yelled, making to punch Naruto. I eye-smiled, ah, students were so adorable.

"Hai, hai," Naruto said, excitement deflated, half because of my answer, and half because of the prospect of Sakura's chakra-filled punch.

"Wait." I held out my hand quickly, causing Sakura and Naruto to stop. "Something's off." Something in the air, the tension in it. Currently Konoha was in a period of peace, there shouldn't be worry so obviously laced in the air. So much worry.

My one eye scanned Konoha. The roads . . . the roads! The winded pathways went in directions that were unfamiliar, except to a part of my memory from a long time ago. That was it! They were structured differently from before . . . they looked like what they had before the Kyuubi attack! My gaze immediately snapped to the Uchiha compound—it wasn't blocked off by caution tape, and I could see some people in the town square that had the Uchiha crest on the backs of their shirts. The Uchiha massacre and coup d'etat . . . .

The Hokage monument! One, two, three faces, then blank stone, waiting to be carved. No Minato-sensei or Tsunade. What was going on?

I turned around quickly, sensing a hostile presence behind us. A white mask with dark blue markings stared back at me, though I could see the shock registered in the eyes behind the mask. ANBU, and probably a new one if he didn't realize I could sense him. I had been an ANBU captain, and I took quite a bit of pride in my skills. "You will come with us. Hokage-sama wishes to see you," he announced in a bored voice, covering up his shock, though I could see he had a kunai gripped tightly in his left hand.

Before Naruto could attack him, I grasped his shoulder in a comforting gesture, though I sent a small shock a chakra through my hand. Hopefully he would get the idea, do not attack. Following the ANBU, I discretely scanned around us. Four ANBU were behind us, and two on each side. Did we really appear to be such a big threat?

"Come in," the gruff voice of the Sandaime, Sarutobi Hiruzen called. He was sitting at his desk, in the normal Hokage attire, shuffling through the papers on his desk—though it wasn't in a monstrous pile like on Tsunade's desk.

For a while, the only sound was the wind, howling outside of the window, as Hiruzen and I stared at each other. Finally, I saw it fit to break the silence, "Hello, Hokage-sama. You wanted to see me and my companions?"

"Yes, yes. We would like you to explain who you are, and why you are here," he said, dark brown eyes anaylzing us. He'd probably already noticed how much Naruto looked like Minato, and how much I looked like my younger self. Hopefully my whole 'one eye' thing made us look separate enough.

"I am Hatake Urushi," I said calmly, the lie slipping through my mouth easily. After all, half of a shinobi's life seems to be lies, trickery, and deceit. "This is Uzumaki Arashi, and Haruno Sasami." I put my hands on their heads.

"And of what relation of you to Hatake Kakashi?" Hiruzen asked, and I could feel Naruto and Sakura stiffen from under my fingers. Ah, they probably weren't expecting that, though they must've noticed the Hokage monument. Or at least Sakura must've, right?

"Uncle," I said, face still blank as a sheet.

"Why are you and your . . . companions, here?" He asked.

"Ma, students actually, and we're here . . ." well, we had hitai-ate already, so no use denying it, though as Hokage, Hiruzen probably knew all the citizens . . . . "To see my brother," I lied. Sakumo, had never really been a whole 'talk about family' guy, so there was no need to worry there, though I had to check what point in time we were in . . . .

"Oh," Hiruzen's voice sobered drastically. "I'm sorry. Your brother is dead. He was disgraced and did seppuku." I had a feeling Naruto and Sakura were thoroughly shocked. There was reasons why I had hid my past from them. One was that I didn't exactly want them to know how I had gotten my teachings from, "those who disobey the rules are scum, but those who leave their friends are worse than scum." Obito . . . hopefully this wouldn't go on very long. I was not exactly jumping for joy to see my team-mate die all over again. Or Rin . . . . Or Minato . . . though Naruto did have a right to see his father in real life.

"Oh . . ." the words escaped my mouth without consent. "Well," I smiled sadly, "I would like to show my students around Konoha for a while if that's alright."

"Yes, yes. I'll have . . . Minato!" Hiruzen called.

A tall man with bright yellow hair and shining blue eyes walked in. He had a cyan blue turtleneck and jounin vest on. "Yes Hokage-sama?" My throat tightened as the blue eyes smiled at me so innocently, not showing any accusing stares for killing Rin and letting Obito die. Even though it hadn't happened yet, I felt like Minato was just waiting to scorn me . . . .

"I'd like you to look after this group, and show them around. They will be staying in the Hatake compound," Hiruzen ordered.

"Yes, Hokage-sama," Minato bowed. "Alright, follow me!" He smiled and showed us out of the Hokage office.

"This is library, academy, Ichiraku Ramen—excellent ramen shop, though it's quite new," Minato added and I subsided a laugh. Even though it had technically been twenty years, Minato was still the same as the Minato from my memories. "There's the flower shop, ran by the Yamanaka Clan . . ." I shut out Minato's voice, seeing I already knew about where everything was. ". . . Here's the Hatake compound. I'll see you guys later, you can join us for training," Minato finished.

"Thank you," I nodded, staring at my old home. When had I moved out? Maybe ten . . . fifteen years? It was shocking how comforting it felt to see the old house, despite the fact I had initially left because I couldn't stand it.

I lead Naruto and Sakura inside and pointed out the rooms. "That's the study, my former bedroom, the bathroom, the kitchen, storage room, and that's the room we're staying in. Stay out of the study, my former bedroom, and the other bedroom upstairs," I said. I didn't want to tell them the other bedroom had been my father's.

"Okay!" Naruto chirped, and he ran down the hallway to the room I'd pointed at. He laid out his bed and flopped on his back. "Ah, so relaxing . . ." he sighed contentedly.

I closed the door behind us and sat down,"Well, you guys feel free to sleep. Get up in the morning." Even though I usually slept, I decided to take a walk at night, and see what changed.

"Sure," Sakura yawned and got under her covers.

Naruto unpacked his bag and tucked on his panda hat. "Yosh! I'll kick your mini-self's butt at training tomorrow Kakashi-sensei!" he announced.

"It's Urushi-sensei, and I highly doubt that," I said with a bored tone. Even at seven, I had been . . . chunin? Yeah, maybe Naruto would manage to, but chunin at seven and jounin at twelve was pretty good! "Well, good night." I extinguished the candle, and the room went dark. I got under the covers and waited for them to sleep.

Later that night . . . .

I strolled around Konoha, observing what had changed.

Well, it was nice being able to walk through the Uchiha compound without having to sneak past yellow caution tape and other shinobi. I paused outside one building and stared up. Before I could stop myself, I jumped onto the windowsill with no sound, and looked at the boy's sleeping form . . . Obito.

He was alive and well, and sleeping habits nearly replicated Naruto. How alike they were, except the fact Obito was usually a hour late. I smiled and lost concentration, and the wood beams under me creaked gently. Not a lot, but enough. And Obito, for however horrible of a shinobi he was, was at least able to pick up my careless mistake. His eyes snapped open and he looked outside the window.

"H-hello?" He called out. I smiled from the roof above, remembering how Obito was freaked out at the prospect of ghosts. Deciding to let him sleep in peace, I resisted the urge to start making ghostly noises, and instead made way on the rooftops.

Next . . . Rin . . . .

Rin was from a village-family but had chosen to become a shinobi as it was in the middle of the war, and medics like her were rare.

I landed on the middle of the street, and jumped up onto the porch outside of her room. Rin was snoring gently, purple stripes on her cheeks puffing up and down with her breaths. It was a nice change from the reoccurring nightmares of seeing her in front of me, chidori stuck in her chest, with her whispering my name. Yeah, this was definitely better than that.

Hopping down form the porch, I headed back to the Hatake compound, hoping my younger self restrained from permanently maiming Naruto as he was exactly like Obito, personality-wise. I landed inside the room and waved at Naruto cheerfully.

"Kakashi-sensei . . ." He muttered in a sleepy-daze.

"Mmm Naruto?" I said absentmindedly.

"What were you like as a kid?" I froze. How to explain? Well . . . if I was an bystander and I looked at me and my younger self and was told that the stoic little kid was going to become me . . . I would've laughed and say 'who are you trying to trick?'. I was not a pleasant child—poor Minato, how did he survive me?

"Ma . . . I was an . . . interesting child," I said hesitantly. Hopefully that had several different meanings.

Naruto gave a grin, and dashed out the door in search of mini-me. Kami help him, I prayed