Title: Raiton Kage

Author: FairyTails13

Disclaimer: I own nothing…but the plot.

Rating: M

Summery: Kagome never met her father, but what if that was because he was from a different world, from the Naruto Universe. What if Kagome's father was the Konoha White Fang?

Warnings: Naruto x-over

Parings: Sesshomaru/Kagome, Itachi/??, Kakashi/Iruka, Gaara/ Naruto, Lee/Sakura, Shippo/Hinata, Sasuke/ ??, Asuma/Kurenai

Spoilers: If you aren't up to date (I am to Sasuke going to get the eight tailed demon) then go Google 'Naruto Manga Returns'

Key:

"Talking"

'Thoughts'

Beta: Jade Aislin

A/n: All chapters are being Beta'ed, and this will not be updated until my beta is done up to the chapter I am currently working on.

Enjoy the now beta'ed Raiton Kage~!

Chapter: My Father's Name

Kagome looked between her friends, all sleeping peacefully at their camp site with the full moon's light gently washing over them. Within a week's time they would be reaching Kaede's village and Kagome would be going home for some time to visit her family. The seventeen year old had given up on school, her life was in the feudal era and what schooling she did have was more than enough to survive in this time.

This time, she was going to do something she hadn't done since she was young; ask her mom about her father. She could still remember the sadness that over came her mother's dark blue eyes, the ache. She had replied softly with, "Wait till you are older, Kagome."

Well, Kagome decided she was old enough, and it was very possible that she could die any day here where demons roamed, looking and killing for the half completed treasure around her neck. She just wanted to know what happened to him as she had never gotten the chance to know him; she couldn't even remember seeing him as a baby.

What brought all these sudden thoughts up? Her friends; like her, their fathers were dead. But they knew something about them, like how they died. Inuyasha's was a great demon who died protecting Inuyasha's human mother. Sango's died protecting their village. Miroku's died from a curse he had no control over. She wasn't sure how Shippo's died, and would never ask for the details from her young kit, but he was killed for his pelt.

Kagome didn't even know her father's name.

As she looked up to the stars in the sky, the young miko decided that she would ask her mother, and get any information she could get; after all, she could die any day.

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Grumbling about stupid Half Demons who won't let her go home, Kagome climbed out of the well, intent of making his life a living hell when she got back. It isn't until she was out and had the door of the well house slid open that Inuyasha was lifted from her mind, the heartache of asking about her father setting in.

Lifting her oversized, overweight, yellow backpack to her shoulder with an ease that would make body builders jealous, she walked out of the well house. Closing the door behind her, the trained miko made her way to her family's house, her stomach growling to remind her that she hadn't eaten since the previous day.

Some of her uneasiness disappeared at the thought, accompanied by the smell of her mom's cooking in the evening air. She decided she would wait until after dinner to burst her mother's bubble.

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Kagome looked down at her empty bowl; by asking for thirds she knew she would just be stalling again. Across the dinner table her mother and grandfather were chatting about Shrine matters; her younger brother, Souta, was over at a friend's house for the weekend. She smiled to herself at the thought of weekends; when in the feudal era, there is no such thing.

Quietly Kagome stood and took her bowl to the sink; rinsing it out with something she would forever be thankful for, tap water. Behind her, her mother and grandfather stopped talking and she readied herself for what was to come. She had been training to kill demons, which she now did fearlessly, but at the thought of her mother crying she was left with no courage to save her.

"Kagome, hun, are you alright? You've been awfully quiet."

With a fake smile plastered to her face the miko turned around, "I'm fine Okaa-san; I just have a lot on my mind."

When blue eyes went to Kagome's bluish grey, Kagome knew she had been caught in her lie; she has always been a terrible liar. Her mother frowned, eye brows knitting together just as Kagome's would, "What's wrong?"

At this her grandfather also jumped in, "That Inuyasha fella isn't giving you too many problems, is he?", Her grandfather glared in the direction of the well, "I could always purify him for ya."

Kagome forced herself not to laugh at the thought of him trying to 'purify' her dog eared friend again, "Ojii-san, don't; I have my ways of dealing with him."

At seeing a small smile grace her daughter's face, the Higurashi mother felt a little better, but knew she had to get to the bottom of what is wrong with her daughter, "Kagome?"

This time, the time traveler looked down at her feet, "I've just been thinking. All my friends in the past, their fathers have died," she paused and looked up at the shocked look on her mother's face, "but I am different, I don't even know mine's name."

The miko could see the hurt in her mother's eyes, and her gut was filled with guilt at making her feel like that, until her mother spoke. The eldest female Higurashi turned to her father, who was looking at her as if expecting an outburst, "Go get the box Otou-san."

The old man almost ran out of the room to please his daughter; Kagome's grey eyes widened in shock at this, "Okaa-san?"

Her mother gifted her with a happy smile, "You are seventeen now and I know," she paused sadly at that point before continuing, "that there could be a day where you leave and never come back. You have a right to know who your father was, have a right to the knowledge he left behind for you. I have been pushing it off for far too long now."

Kagome bit her lips, one question in her mind, an ever present question. She could care less about why he left her and her mother; she just wanted to know his name, "Okaa-san, what was my Otou-sama's name?"

It was a nearly silent question, as if she was afraid of the answer, afraid of being consumed by the truth. Still, her mother heard her and leaned across the table to place a gentle hand on her distressed daughter's shoulder, "Kagome, your Otou-san's name was Hatake Sakumo."

Kagome lifted her eyes to her mother's own set, "Hatake Sakumo?"

Her mother smiled, one that reached her bright blue eyes, "He was the love of my life, a mystery I have to this day no hope of understanding."

In the next few minutes, Kagome and her mother left the dining room, forgetting the after meal mess, and went to the living room. When they sat down next to each other, the Miko's mother had her undivided attention.

"I was young when I met your Otou-san, just barely out of high school. It was really a shock when we met; I found him on the shrine grounds as if he came out of nowhere. He was incredibly injured. He was wearing strange clothes, carried a sword and had countless sharp object, some protruding out of his body."

A sad smile came over her mother's face, "The urge to save him was great...I alone worked to get him back to full health. I couldn't trust a hospital with the knowledge of a highly injured and armed man who looked like he just went through a war.

"It took me nearly a month just to get him to trust me, and two more to get him back up to par. I spent many a sleepless night in that first month just to keep him from death's door. We could not help it as love bloomed between us. We were both young and he had become my secret from the world and I was his only connection. We could not see it any other way."

Kagome's mother stopped, letting her daughter take in all this information in. They sat there for a few minutes in silence before the battle-torn miko finally found her voice, "Why was he hurt so badly Okaa-san?"

The blue eyed woman smiled weakly, "He was a Ninja, from another world, Kagome. The village he was sworn to protect was at war with another Shinobi village. He disappeared from the middle of a fight into our world."

Oddly, Kagome found herself believing this farfetched tale. After all, she had been traveling back into the past and fighting demons for the last two years.

It was a moment later that Kagome's grandfather walked in with a large box half his size; it was dusty and taped shut. Wordlessly, Kagome's mother took it from him, setting it before her and her daughter. The old man left, knowing it wasn't his place to interrupt.

Seeing the tape covered box, Kagome's heart skipped a beat, remembering it from the attic when she was younger. Realizing that her mother had nothing to cut the tape with, Kagome pulled out a small dagger that Miroku had given to her for her sixteenth birthday and the sharp blade cut through the tape like a hot knife through butter. If her mother was shocked by this show of weaponry, she didn't show it.

Instead, she opened the box revealing a layer of scrolls that looked like they had never aged like the box they were in. Once again, Kagome felt her heart skip a beat, but this time with anticipation. She could barely wait for her mother to explain.

"When we found out I was pregnant, he set these all up for you." There was a sad sigh, "He always got the gut feeling that he would never be able to see you grow up, and he didn't want to deprive you of your Shinobi bloodlines."

Kagome bit her lip, this time drawing blood, "What happened to him?"

Mother and daughter's eyes met, "When I was five months pregnant, he started to glow one night. He was gone the next second. I have always suspected his world wanted him back."

A moment passed and Kagome could truly understand why talking about her father had hurt so much, she felt the pain in her own chest.

Looking back into the box, moving the scrolls around a bit, her mother pulled out two pieces of paper; upon closer inspection they appeared to be photos. Blue eyes smiled at the one on top, and then looking at her daughter, her smile nearly split her face, "You have his eyes."

Silently, the photo was passed to her and the miko studied it. It captured the happiness of a young couple who couldn't be more than twenty. The shorter woman was her mother, which she could tell even if she looked seventeen years younger. The other person in the picture was what really caught her attention.

He stood over her mother by a good ten inches, silver white hair, that reminds her of Sesshomaru and Inuyasha, only helped his height by sticking up at random odd angles. He was a handsome man with high cheek bones and a strong jaw line, clean shaven. He smiled up at her at with a wide, lopsided grin and sparkling, yet haunted blue-grey eyes that mirrored hers.

The picture was from their waists and up, showing Kagome the strange outfit her mother had been talking about. He wore a long sleeve black shirt with a white t-shirt with triangle designs around his arm and a red circle with spirals on his shoulders. The end of one sleeve was held down with off-white bandages, she couldn't see why however. And over this he wore a forest-green vest with many pouches in the front, holding what she guessed would be weapons and other such things.

The hand around her mother's shoulders was covered in fingerless black gloves with a metal plate riveted to the glove on the back of his hand. On his forehead was a dark blue headband with another, thicker metal plate riveted to it. Etched onto the metal was an odd swirling symbol in the middle.

She couldn't keep her eyes off the man, her father, and it was only her mother's voice that could make her look up from the scrolls. "I'm going to leave you to go through this box, as it can explain more to you than I could ever hope to understand. They explain his world, and the ways of the shinobi that live there."

The miko looked up to her mother with wide eyes; she could not find her voice.

"But first," Kagome was handed the second picture, "This is your older half brother, Kakashi."

Kagome took the second picture to find a very young boy with identical hair to his father's and the same eyes as their father, the same as her own. With shaky fingers, she traced the faces of her father and brother, hopeful tears swelling up in her eyes.

TBC