Okay, this is a plot bunny that has plagued me for the past…oh, I don't know…about EIGHT MONTHS?! And it keeps popping up with new ideas and since I have some idea of what I want from this, here we go.

This story follows the plotline of the Naruto series. It will deviate from the plot later (or at least, I think it does) and the dialogue isn't accurate because I haven't seen much of the anime and haven't read any scanlation, and yeah. My first official OC romance story. (RSR does not count). Please regard me kindly and tell me if my character is Mary-Sue or not. Constructive criticism is much appreciated and flames will be ignored/ doused with water and be dealt with public humiliation.

Summary: Fate had taken everything from him and would continue to do so in his life, but as fate would have it, he was going to get some things back. The question was, would he accept them? (eventual KakaOC)

Alt Summary: Fate was a funny thing. Whatever you were set on doing, no matter how hard you try, you end up doing. And no matter how much Kakashi didn't believe in fate or happiness, it had a habit of believing in him. (eventual KakaOC)

Key: "Talking"
'thinking'
flashback

Prologue

A groan sounded in the burnt forest area, the last in a mountain of blood-filled mouths and open abdomens. A woman removed her Anbu mask, wiping the sweat from her forehead as the dust settled in the battle-torn field, the remnants of a tree still burning away. The stench of blood in the air was heavy and she could feel it everywhere on her. She ripped her katana from the corpse under her, the metal withdrawing from the slit in his heart. She watched the blood roll off the metal and wondered how after all the carnage, the blade was not stained red forever.

She heard movement around her and slipped her mask back on. She could hear her heavy breathing echo against the inside of her mask, the nerves in her body screaming for rest, her lungs screaming for relief as blood wept from the lesions on her body, but she ignored her body's pleas. If she had to, she would fight. If she were to die, she would know she died with honor. As she stood with her sword in her hands, she saw a shadow move towards the sun and looked up, soon, five more came up, like the flowers after a thaw, life renewed.

She squinted her eyes, her shoulders hanging down as her legs quaked. If they were the

enemy, she would not last long, but she steadied her legs and strengthened her stance. Chakra depletion be damned, she was ordered to kill everyone and she was going to do it, one way or another.

Sounds of flesh being sliced and the sick splatter of blood on hard earth could be heard in the air, but a voice boomed over it all. She heard it and smiled in its familiarity, but felt like crying in relief at the words released into the air. "We're finished here. We can finally go home."

'Home…'

Birds chirped and the multitude of sounds from the forest hummed together as a group was walking back from a long journey. The sky was painted a bright blue as the sun bathed them in its warmth. The day was peaceful. "Come on, Kakashi-sensei! I wanna get back as soon as I can! You said you'd treat us all for ramen!"

The raven-haired boy of the group looked up at the blonde who was currently piping on and on about ramen and glared at him. "Dobe."

The blonde looked back and glared. "Shut up, teme!"

A pink-haired girl raised her hand. "Shut up, Naruto!" she screamed as she sent her hand sailing down to meet his head.

"But Sakura-chan!" Naruto whined as he nursed the goose egg shaped lump on his head.

The raven-haired boy scoffed. "Hn. Idiot."

But before the two males could go at it, the fourth member, a silver-haired man looked up from a small orange book. "Naruto, Sasuke, stop."

The two settled to sulk and glare at each other. Naruto glared at Sasuke and turned away indignantly. "He started it."

Sasuke stuffed his hands into his pockets. "Hn. Idiot."

The forest soon erupted into a cacophony of noise as the two squabbled and bickered as the pink-haired girl attempted to calm the two, namely Naruto. The silver-haired man sighed and put down his book. 'Was passing them really a good idea?' But he quickly dismissed the thought. After the mission they had just completed, the three had proved more than enough that he had made the right decision.

Naruto glared spitefully at the raven-haired boy and turned away to gaze at the large wooden gates that signified his home when he noticed something peculiar. "Kakashi-sensei, who's that at the gates?"

Kakashi looked up in the middle of putting away his book when he froze, stopping dead in his tracks. The children behind him ground to a halt and Sakura looked up. "Why'd you stop, sensei?" she asked, but Kakashi ignored her, staring at the woman standing in front of the gates. "Amaya?"

Raven hair whipped in the wind as she stood outside the gates of her home. She heard her name called and slowly turned her head, tucking the raven strands behind her ear and smiled. "It's been a while…Kakashi."