Well, Welcome to my story! As you know, KakashiYuffiePro is a joined account. The other story is actually written by Yuffie. This one is written by Kakashi! Yea, we have fake names, but I'm sure you understand why! So ready for action? Good! I do not own Naruto, because if I did this would be part of the storyline! Please enjoy!

Six year old Kakashi Hatake was sitting in front of a particular gravestone in the cemetery. His mom died only just a few days ago.

Kakashi cracked a small smile, which couldn't be seen under his mask.

"I made chuunin today, Mom," he said to the gravestone, "It wasn't that difficult at all really. Although, only about seven people passed. I was the youngest who passed. In fact, the Hokage told me I was the youngest who has ever passed the exam. That made me happy. Then sad."

Kakashi sighed, "I'll have to wait six years until I get placed with people my own age. By then, they will all have forgotten me. And the people on my team will look down on me, exclude me."

Kakashi sat there for awhile in silence, staring at the gravestone.

"I'll meet my sensei tomorrow," Kakashi said, "I hope he likes me. I better go, Mom. Dad is going to take me out for miso ramen with eggplant."

Kakashi stood up and brushed down his pants. He walked away, not looking back.

A dark figure, standing on a tree, smirked as he watched the young genius walk away.

The figure jumped down and pulled the boy back by the shoulders. Taken by surprise, Kakashi fell and landed on his back. The dark figure loomed over him.

"Who are you?" Kakashi asked, glaring at him.

"Orochimaru," Was the hissing reply.

Kakashi's eyes widened, "You're one of the Legendary Three. The Hokage adores you."

"He used too. Now, he hates me." Orochimaru chuckled, "Oh, well. It's not like I cared for him anyways."

"Used too?" Kakashi asked, "What happened."

"He caught me experimenting," Orochimaru hissed, "Experimenting on little children. I escaped, my Kakashi-kun, and I plan to continue. Starting now."

Kakashi's face turned into a glare and then into one of astonishment as the meaning of the words sunk into him. Long pale fingers easily ripped his jacket leaving his undershirt.

"Aw, you wear an undershirt that is connected to your mask. How cute." Orochimaru said, "Good. I find it better when I can't see your face."

"What do you want?"

"Always to the point," Orochimaru smiled, letting his tongue snake out and trace over Kakashi's visible skin. "I want many things, but you are too small for most of it."

Orochimaru brought his hands up and did many hand signs; Kakashi couldn't even count them. Once he was done, twigs from the ground wrapped around Kakashi's wrist and ankles, pulling them apart.

Kakashi was trapped.

Orochimaru spread his hand over Kakashi's stomach and ripped. The bottom half of Kakashi's shirt fell apart. Orochimaru replaced his cold hand back onto Kakashi's bare skin. Kakashi couldn't help it, he flinched.

"Aw, my Kakashi-kun. Don't be scared. I'm only here to care for you."

Orochimaru pierced his nails into the pale stomach. Blood came pouring out of the five new cuts and Kakashi made a small choking noise. Orochimaru brought his bloodied hand up and drew a circle around Kakashi. Orochimaru made the sheep jutsu sign and black flames erupted from the bloody circle.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Kakashi cursed himself for stuttering, fear was beginning to creep into his voice, and he begun to pull against his restraints.

"You've heard of the tailed demons right?" The snake didn't even wait for a reply, "Well, many believe there are only nine, but there are ten. I caught the ten-tailed one, and, now, all I need now is a host."

Kakashi's eyes widened as he realized what he meant.

"I. Will. Kill. You." Kakashi enunciated.

"Maybe," Orochimaru said, "But let's get started."

From inside his thick cloak, Orochimaru pulled out a vial filled with a strange silver gas. The black flames around them grew higher.

"Ready?" Orochimaru chuckled as he uncorked the vial. The silver smoke flew out and formed into a circle. The circle swirled into tighter and tighter over Kakashi's face. Kakashi thought he could hear howling.

"Do you hear that? That is the Ten-Tailed Wolf. And he is all for you."

Orochimaru's hands went fast as he formed multiple hand signs. He began chanting. The flames shot higher, the smoke went crazy, and Kakashi was fully filled with fear, but he couldn't move. Orochimaru finished his chant and place his hand back no Kakashi's stomach. Strange, black symbols appeared on Kakashi's skin. The smoke froze and then it zoomed straight into Kakashi. It entered his mouth and his nose and his eyes. Kakashi couldn't help it, his back arched up and he screamed. It hurt, it hurt so much.

Something was inside of him, burning his mind and his soul, trying to find a place where it could stay. Soon, his whole body was filled with the fire.

Orochimaru smirked and jumped back, content to watch from the distance. The black flames stopped, and the smoke was gone. Kakashi's body was shaking and he was slowly becoming covered in silver chakra. His nails turned into black claws, his teeth became sharp, his lips turned black, his eyes became the color of blue lightning, and his hair seemed to go into complete disarray. Kakashi screamed again, the twigs around his ankles and wrists were burning away.

And then it stopped.

The burning, the chakra, everything. It was just Orochimaru and Kakashi. The only difference was the face there was a strange symbol on Kakashi's stomach, right over his new cuts. Orochimaru stepped towards the shaking form.

"Very good," He said, "I didn't know you were going to survive that. I'll take my leave now, my Kakashi-kun. I will find you again later."

Kakashi couldn't say anything as Orochimaru disappeared in front of him. He couldn't even move. The only thing Kakashi could do was curl up into a small ball on his side. Which he did. Kakashi whimpered every once in awhile, as he felt unconsciousness begin to creep into him.

Who knows how long he lied there, it could've been a few minutes or a few hours. All he knew was there were footsteps coming his way. The footsteps stopped right next to him, but he couldn't see the face of the person. His eyesight was to blurry. The person said something, but Kakashi couldn't make heads or tails of it. All he could tell, however, was the fact that the person was picking him up, and with that he fell unconscious.

So there you have it! Chapter one! I wonder what could happen next. Please read and review! Also, try to guess who picked up Kakashi! The first person who gets it gets a prize! Anyways, until next time!

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