Because the latest KakaSaku's which were posted were SAD. They were uncalled for in the realm of sadness! So this is fluff to cheer you up!

Kakashi never expected to have daughters. Two wonderful little daughters, each with mischievous dark eyes and each with spiky silver hair, both of whom doted upon their tiny younger brother. Kakashi had definitely expected to have a son, if he ever had kids. But he'd never expected to have only one son if he had multiple children—his whole family consisted of father-to-son arrangements, there hadn't been a Hatake girl for generations. And the son that Kakashi had always envisioned was a boy who was a carbon copy of Kakashi himself—not…not a carbon copy of the boy's mother.

Kakashi's son had wavy pink hair and eyes of the softest green, just like Kakashi's wife Sakura had. Oh, all of the girls in his family thought it was just wonderful, and they treated him like a dress-up doll almost from his very earliest infancy. Kakashi could only look on in horror as the girls would braid the boy's hair and give him pink painted shuriken.

His son was the surprise baby—born five years after the middle girl—the baby Kakashi had given up on years before. He had his two daughters who were well on their way to being lethal by ages seven and five respectively, and he would have to be content with that. Before the time his son had been born, Kakashi had resigned himself to the role his infant son took on later—the hair braiding test subject, the 'hero-shinobi-rescues-the-daimyo's-daughter' games, and all-purpose entertainment tool. The girls were thrilled when they were informed that Mommy and Daddy were having another baby.

Fast forward fifteen years after Kakashi's son's birth, and Kakashi meets another thing he never thought he would ever meet: future sons-in-law. At first it hadn't hit him, that one day one of the girls would come home with a boy and the boy would want to take Kakashi's daughter away. Luckily Kakashi wasn't alone this second time, because his son was also just as traumatized by the idea. The two of them were no longer the most important men in the girls' lives, and they'd just have to deal with it. Because the girls were planning a double wedding, with their mother as mastermind. Kakashi seriously considered moving to the Jounin HQ for a time, just to escape the giggling—but he couldn't because he'd sworn to never abandon a comrade. In this case his comrade was his one and only pink haired son. So Kakashi settled for the Hokage mountain, nestled into the hair of the Sandaime, with his son at his side. While the Yondaime's ear was particularly suited for spending an afternoon reading, the Sandaime's hair was highly conducive for emergency camping maneuvers by the two Hatake men.

It wasn't as though they could go home after escaping for the day—they lived with the three culprits of their misery, and with majority rules in effect during wedding planning (as Kakashi explained to his son), they would be the ones ousted anyway. It was a good a time as any for some extra bonding between the two shinobi, what with them being related and everything.

Although one would never be able to tell by looking at them—one with silver hair, the other with pink, one with a coal-black eye and the other with fierce green ones. But, then again, Kakashi never expected he'd have daughters, how could he have predicted a pink haired son?

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