I'M BACK FROM THE DEAD!!
It's been eh- a few months? A long time- but apologies, I lost my passion to write when I found other fandoms, but I read some Kakashi fanfictions again and it has reignited the flames of YOUTH!
Other fandoms being Overwatch (Reaper76 hehehehehe), Boku no Hero Academia, Pokemon (IDK man! GUZMA MA BOI!)
ANYWAYS! I've re-read everything and I see POTENTIAL! I'll continue and the story line will depend on...
NOT MY READERS! HA! I mean, maybe most parts but- Bro, when I feel depressed I will write sad things. Like - if I just read a tragedy of Kakashi or Obito dying I will write sad things...
ON TO THE STORY!
(I'm so sorry.)
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2 weeks later
Gin absorbed everything like a sponge. The blank devoid spaces in his mind provided space for Madara to fill, to control and to rule - like a puppet.
"Otou-sama." Gin greeted, smiling politely. Trained to not be too bright, nor to fake and dim. He now held his tongue on the sensitive subject of the outside around Madara. Careful like he should be.
"Gin." Madara addressed, "Come here. I wish to speak to you." he rasped.
Gin obediently walked over, worried at how weak his father sounded. (The word 'father' still sounded wrong on his tongue.)
"There is a land-" Madara coughed, struggling to speak while choking, "c-called- Kono... Ha."
Konoha.
Sounded so familiar - Gin felt warm just thinking about it. Like the fire country was warming his very soul.
"Do not let..." he cleared his throat and mustered his strength to sit up, "Do not let the flames consume you child... It is filled with trickery and evil people. They are hunting me, that is why I hide, in the shadows, and why I brought you up."
"... Me?"
"Yes, you are very important to me Gin. I love you for you are my son and I pray you continue to remember my words - keep them close to your heart." Madara wove his words carefully, like a spider making an intricate trap around a silent prey.
"Hai." Gin whispered in awe, feeling a sense of pride knowing he held such a high place in his father's heart.
"Gin... After I die, please... Help me. Help avenge me, help me take revenge on those who have cast me aside. Help me create the perfect world." Madara reached out to Gin, smoothing his silver hair.
"Help you? H-How?" Gin asked, almost panicking at the word 'die'. Trapped. Madara let a small smile grace his face.
"Follow Zetsu's words wisely, he is my subordinate and he will lead you." Madara ordered, and Gin saw how the fire burned so brightly in his father's eyes.
"Hai."
Don't let the flames consume you.
Which one would burn him and which one would not?
...
Sakumo felt as though something in him ignited when Kakashi was taken from his very hands. He felt stronger, more powerful, more merciless, more brutal.
More angry.
His eyes flashed as he sliced through yet another invading shinobi, blade swiftly cutting through every enemy in his path.
How much blood stained his hands?
Another one.
How many lives did he take?
Another one.
How many did he save in the process?
Another one.
And he always couldn't save the important ones every. Single. Time.
He growled as a shinobi nicked his skin with a kunai and in a flash...
Dead.
And in the middle of all the dead shinobi, Sakumo closed his eyes as he felt the warm crimson blood drain from his hands and cake his arms.
Draining away like his sanity.
He woke up blearily in a cold room in thin bed sheets, hands cuffed and bound to the bed.
"What is this-"
Karasu, Jiraiya and Sarutobi stood at the end of his bed, all wearing drained, tired faces. Karasu's eyes were puffy and red, and she gave a small sob before walking out of the room with a nurse.
"Do you remember what happened?"Jiraiya asked carefully, jaw tightening.
Sakumo did. And part of him was ashamed, but most of all was...
"... What about Kakashi?"
Jiraiya chakra flared in anger and Sakumo's eyes widened in shock as his friend grabbed him by the collar, ignoring the bruises starting to form at Sakumo's wrists, the cuffs straining.
"Kakashi Kakashi KAKASHI! Is he all that you care about?! Did you also loose your love for your wife in the process?! Or the care for the people around you?! Do you KNOW what your KI did to some civilians who couldn't take shinobi of your standards?! You TRAUMATIZED them Sakumo! TRAUMATIZED a f*cking KID! A family! A whole f*cking 20 PEOPLE!" Jiraiya yelled, snarling.
"Jiraiya-" Hiruzen tried interrupting but was silenced at the pure silent rage in his student's eyes.
After a few minutes of silence and heavy breathing, Jiraiya let Sakumo down gently.
" You have lost your mind Sakumo. Lost your kid, your trustworthiness, your wife, your friends- but I still care about you." Jiraiya's eyes softened.
"Let me help you Sakumo."
"Sakumo." a voice snapped him out of his trance and he turned to find Jiraiya standing there with a hint of worry in his eyes.
His eyes were always so expressive. Sakumo mused, and smiled.
"I'm ok." I will be.
...
Age updates:
Kakashi generation: 13
Shisui: 9
Itachi: 5
Plot changes:
Shisui never awoke the mangekyo sharingan due to war not happening and his best friend never died.
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In the mind of a silver tired soul, a weak spirit huffs tiredly, arms shackled to the ground.
Kakashi groaned as his muscles continued aching continuously, fatigue plaguing him constantly. No relief, always submitting to the pain.
No... I have to fight - for this second chance I have. Kakashi grit his teeth as another wave of nausea hit him and he bit his lip to prevent a pathetic whimper from escaping him.
Shakily he stood up and pulled at the chains before a rush of chills rattled his spine and he crumpled on the ground, gasping for air.
I-I can't fight this.
No chakra to help him, nobody to hear him, hell, no body to even use!
Useless.
Weak.
He thought back to his childhood, then to his father.
He never told him directly - face to face.
The three important words he failed to tell anyone he loved in his life.
"I love you." he croaked, a few tears gathering at his eyes and they burned. They burned painfully and he couldn't make it stop, couldn't wipe them away.
His head hurt, everywhere hurt. His whole body burned as if it were on fire.
Don't let the flames consume you.
He couldn't stop the pain.
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A/N
Aaaaaaaannnnnndddddd that's a wrap!
You know, when I was writing the Sakumo part, I kept thinking of the meme: 'Another one, and another one.' you know that one? And I just laughed in living room while some people were over.
I'll write longer next time!
Craving milo from Singapore,
- Migale373