I sadly, do not own Naruto, or else I would have renamed it Kakashi!
This is a fanfic, almost completed (I'm running up to 17 chapters) about what 'brilliant jutsu' Kakashi completed. Yes, yes, I am sure I will be proved wrong in a couple of manga chapters - and for some otakus it may seem a little bit of a stretch, but hey, I really think it would make sense, so here goes.
Review please! Even if to say 'go on!' or something like that.
Enjoy. Kakashidiot.
White Fang, Lightning's Howl: The Secret of the Hatake
Reviving Glory
"Kakashi!" Sakumo exclaimed, with a smile, laying aside the tattered book he was reading.
"Father!"
"Your mission's completed already?"
"Yep."
"How did it go?"
"It was sooooooo boring! I'm the top chuunin but I always get stuck with C-rank missions!"
"Hahahaha! You'll just have to wait until you're a bit bigger, that's all!" The top class shinobi, known as White Fang, smiled down at his young son. "Finally, a genius to revive the glory days of the Hatake!"
Kakashi sat up straighter under the praise, grinning widely beneath his mask. He looked at his father's low desk with curiousity. His father's journal lay open, pen upon it's flattened pages beside a tattered book with the Hatake emblem on the cover.
"What're you researching?"
Sakumo shook his head at the sound of "Dinner!" which rang from the kitchen.
"Later," he promised.
That night, every servant gone home, Sakumo sat writing in his journal. As usual, with everybody gone, he had relaxed – Kakashi noticed his mask was off. Slipping off his mask, Kakashi paused in the doorway of his father's study room.
"Kakashi," his father said, closing his books.
"You said -" Kakashi stopped uncertainly.
"Persistence." His father smiled, welcomingly. "A good trait in a ninja. I did promise…"
Kakashi woke with a jolt, shivering at the thought.
Persistence. A good trait in a ninja.
Tomorrow he will have arrived in Konoha. With the messages safe. With another difficult mission completed. Another accomplishment.
Finally! A genius to revive the glory days of the Hatake!
Something was forming in his throat. Tears? Bile? Something he could not afford to feel. Something he had suppressed so easily these past – what? – twenty odd years?
A genius? Hah! Copy Ninja no Kakashi. The shinobi with over 1000 jutsus. The shinobi with a dead team, dead parents, dead clan, dead sensei. With no heart even to apologize. What could he say to the dead?
I'm sorry. The time for glory days has long been lost.