Fade to Black

Summary: Torn between two lives, broken by the choices he has to make. Will Hatake Kakashi live to see the next day or will he fade into obscurity ..:.. A story of love, loss, pain, and happiness; the childhood of the great Copy Nin Kakashi.

Genre: Drama/Angst

Rating: K

Disclaimer: We all know I don't own Naruto.

Author's Notes: This will be a long story, very long, and who knows when I will be able to update it. Just please be patient. Possible graphic scenes in future chapters (just to warn you)…including possible (but not yet determined as actually happening) child abuse. You have been warned.

Please R&R…Thanks!

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Prologue

They always fight; from the day I was born I've always remembered they're fighting. Arguments; screaming matches that never turned to physical blows but yet came so close far too many times.

I'm not an idiot; I know it's because of me. They always fight over me.

Father says I'm a genius; that I'm born to be a great shinobi like himself and my mother.

Mother says I shouldn't train to be a shinobi, she says she doesn't want me to live such a hard life. She cries when she says that she doesn't want to send me to a certain death. Father never listens to her.

They told me I could make my own choice, but at five years old I don't think I know what I really want.

The question isn't should I become a shinobi or not, the question is should I trust father or mother?

I want to make my father proud but I don't want to hurt my mother. I'm torn between them both and I don't know what to do. Father says I can easily become a famous shinobi, he says I'm gifted, amazing, and full of natural talent. Mother says that she doesn't want me to die when I'm just a kid. She says that it's the middle of a war, she says that she fears I'll be pushed too hard too soon because they'll be a shortage of shinobis.

Softly I open the door of my room and walk down the hall. I take a deep breath before I enter the kitchen.

As soon as I come into sight they stop talking and turn to face me, their eyes full of anger; anger that's not directed at me but rather at each other.

"Mother, father," I whisper before they can try to sway my decision, "I want to enter the Academy."

I watch as father's anger starts to fade and a smile begins to crease his face, "I knew you'd make the right choice," he tells me. I can hear the relief in his voice.

I don't think he ever intended me to not become a shinobi, no matter what my mother, or I, said. It's always been father's way or no way at all.

Mother doesn't say a word; she just turns and walks away. Walks right out the front door and doesn't turn back to acknowledge me, to say anything.

"Mother?" I question as the door swings shut behind her.

"Don't mind her son," father says, pride filling his voice, "You're going to make us both proud. I know you will!"

I look up and just smile right back at him.

/3 Months Later/

"I knew you'd make me proud," Father whispers to me, rustling my hair with his hand, "I knew you had amazing talent."

I turn my head to look up at him and smile. All I want is to make him proud, and being the first ninja to graduate the Academy in only three months has definitely made him proud. Especially since I'm only five years old.

"Father?" I quietly ask, careful not to interrupt the ceremony currently going on, "Is Mother going to come?"

"No."

The sternness in his voice doesn't allow for any questioning on the matter. I sigh, trying to hide my disappointment and sadness.

I haven't seen her since she left that day three months ago, that day when I decided to become a shinobi.

And I can't help but feel guilty.

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Author's Notes: Should I continue? Should I stop? Is it any good or is it really crappy? Construct critiscm is welcomed...please Read and Review. You're reviews shall determine whether I continue this story or not. It's future is in YOUR hands!