Hiya! Eh . . . I know it's a little strange for me to keep tossing out these new stories, but I have so many ideas that I have to write them all down and stuff!! I feel really bad because I've got more In-Progress stories than most people have completed, but—whatever. I just wanted to get this out there, and I'm going to be working on this in between updating Hidden Memories of the Past because this is technically the first book in the series.

For those who don't know, I am writing a Kakashi trilogy, starting with this story, which is Kakashi's birth up until the Kyuubi attack, then there is The Truth which is a three chapter-long story about what happened on the night of the Kyuubi attack, and then Hidden Memories of the Past is the third book, and it goes from after the Kyuubi attack up until when Kakashi unveiled Naruto's memories. (You'll understand once you read it)

Anyways, if you don't know about those other stories, I apologize for creating them out of order, but I wrote The Truth just for fun, then a lot of people liked it so I decided to continue it with the Hidden Memories and then I really wanted to do Kakashi's life when he was younger, so I decided to create this one. (Hope I didn't confuse you)

Please enjoy!

"Sakumo!! Hatake Sakumo!" A young, brown-haired nurse bursts into the waiting room, a small grin on her face despite her frenzied look.

"Yes?" The White Fang snapped his attention to the woman. While he had been waiting, he was trying to calm himself down by using techniques that he used on the battlefield. It was strange really, how he could face death in the eye on countless occasions, kill another man without blinking, come home drenched in so much blood he didn't know which was his or his victims, but he couldn't handle watching the birth of his own child. Sad, really.

"You have a son!"

It took a moment for the announcement to sink it, but a large grin started to creep onto his face, not that anyone could see it under his thin mask.

Of course, he would have been exceptionally proud and pleased boy or girl, but for a father there was always some sense of pride to have a son. Now he had someone to teach all his jutsus to; someone to carry on the family name. The Hatake clan was extremely diminished now, hardly ever being that large of a clan in the first place, but most had been killed off in the missions they undertook.

The hardest blow they had been dealt was when a number of them had been captured by unknown enemies while returning from a month-long mission, most likely for the secret of their white chakra. Konoha knew of this because the group had committed suicide by setting off numerous exploding tags that covered their body underneath their clothing. Because of the sheer power that resided behind their Kekkai Genkai, it was necessary to take such precautions to protect the clan's secrets. However, while their secret remained intact, the stability of the clan sure wasn't. There were only a handful of them left.

"Take me to them," he said hoarsely, swiftly following the beaming nurse. As they traveled through the corridor, Sakumo observed how the nurse kept stealing side glances at him, as if he couldn't tell. He was used to it, being one of the most powerful shinobi in the village, but it did get annoying at times. Just because he had killed enough people to fill up half of Konoha and had so many brushings with death that people were beginning to think he was immortal, didn't mean people couldn't treat him like a normal man, right?

Besides, he didn't have time to think about how intimidated the young nurse was of him right now. All that consumed his mind were the (now) two most important people in his life at the moment. Kasumi had been so nervous coming into the hospital, having pre-mother jitters about whether or not their precious baby would make it, but Sakumo told her she was being silly.

After all, Tsunade was one of the Sannin, and a renowned medic at that.

"So the squeamish 'White Fang' decided to join us, ne?" Tsunade teased as Sakumo entered. He glared at her, causing her to chuckle before walking to Kasumi's side. Because he was on so many missions, that meant the hospital was a frequent stop for him, and in doing so, a friendship between him and the crazy kunoichi was born. He still remembered the first time they met.

"Are you telling me I've got to patch up this sorry piece of—" she began as she glanced at him in dismay, barely breathing and his blood dripping to the hospital floor like a faucet.

Sakumo grasped her arm angrily, despite the fact he was barely conscious and sneered, "You better do a good job or else." Given his current condition it couldn't be considered that much of a threat, but he was a young teenager and had his pride to think about!

Tsunade raised her eyebrow in disbelief before smirking. "Kid, you really don't have any say about your condition right now, and for your information I'm the best, so shut your trap and leave the work to the professionals." With that she smacked the side of his head so hard he blacked out to the sound of her laughter.

After that they developed an odd friendship despite their differences in age and Tsunade would always come over to visit him in the hospital whenever she could. Before long he had been introduced to Jiraiya, Orochimaru, and Minato, Jiraiya's crazy student. Sakumo just couldn't believe how a hyperactive bundle of yellow-haired energy like him could be a proper shinobi, but as he had learned (the hard way) the kid was no dummy when it came to battle, and had all the makings to be a powerful shinobi.

That White Fang figured that was to be expected from the student of one of the Legendary Sannin.

"Sakumo?" his wife's weary voice called out to him. He was at her side in an instant.

"Are you feeling all right, dear?" he asked concernedly.

She smiled. "Just tired. All the thanks goes to Tsunade here, though," Kasumi chuckled as she gestured to the woman beside her.

Tsunade waved it off. "Nah, I was just there to catch him! You did all the work," she said as she patted Kasumi's shoulder gently. "Besides, with all the patchwork surgery I've got to do around here, a baby delivery is a nice change." The female Sannin glanced at Sakumo. "If you need anything, I'll be in my office. Time to leave you three alone."

"Here's your son," Kasumi said excitedly once the door had closed, carefully placing the tiny bundle into her husband's strong arms.

Once the baby was firmly secure, Sakumo stared at the little life he held in his hands.

He was beautiful, simply beautiful.

There were no other words to describe how he felt. His son was sleeping peacefully, the tiny tufts of the signature Hatake silver hair already growing on his miniature head, and his wife was alive and well (albeit tired) right besides him.

He was finally going to have a proper family.

Sorry for it being kinda short because I don't have much time and this is just introducing the story. I swear they'll get longer. (And yes, I do believe in the white chakra, and all my thoughts on what that is will be revealed with time)

Please review and tell me how it's going so far!