Part of the Pack

Day 01

When Kakashi twisted in the warm blankets of his bed, curling deeper into its comforting grasp not wishing to wake back up.

He felt the soft texture of the blanket burying his face in it before pausing.

This wasn't his blanket.

His blanket was thin and rough not thick and soft, he knows this because he made sure the cubs had all the warm things.

He threw the covers off of him and jumped to his feet.

The first thing he realized was that this wasn't his home, it was a dark room lit by a few candles, there was a bed from which he came and a desk next to it. On the desk was some food, water, and a note.

The next thing he realized was he was no longer in the clothing he had on when he went out with Kaguya and Sakura, he was wearing kimono.

It was ironic really, going to pick up your sisters kimonos only to be kidnapped and wake up wearing one.

It was black with the Uchiha symbol on his back, he only figured that out and be able to check if it was true by the uchiha symbol on the wall above the bed.

Kakashi wanted to panic when he saw the symbol on the wall but when he found it on his own back, it scared him. He took deep breaths trying to calm down.

He walked over to the desk and picked up the note.

'Dear Kakashi Uchiha,

I know this is all very startling to you, you must be very scared to have woken up in an odd place. I assure you no harm will come your way you and your family.

It's become apparent to us that you are of the Uchiha bloodline, we, as your family feel we need to protect you and your siblings. We also feel responsible for anything bad that has happened to you.

I bet you're worried for your siblings, don't be. Madara-San and young Izuna have left them in my hands, I shall take care of them as if they're my own, no matter the cost.

Currently you're being put under watch, some believe your current unstable or are to dangerous not to try to fight us, I agree. After some time you'll be let out and I'll care for you too.

For now, just eat and rest, there will be people giving you food and trying to help put you in a better place mentally.

Once you prove yourself to be stable and to not fight against us you will be reunited with your siblings.

From T'

Kakashi crumpled up the paper throwing it to the ground.

Who did they think they were? They think they could care better for his pups better than he could? How?

Did they know they can't be impatient with Sai when it comes to his attitude? That it's because he truly doesn't understand? Did they know he has a hard time identifying his and other's emotions? Did they know it was because of an awful disgusting man named Danzo?

Did they know Sasuke needs to be around his siblings more often than not because he feels they'll leave him and he'll never see them again? Did they know it was because of his brother Itachi?

Did they know that Sakura was insecure about her looks and would need to be reminded she's beautiful as she is? Or that she adores longer hair so that her brothers could braid and play with? Did they know it was because she was bullied?

How about Naruto needing be reminded that he's enough and that he's loved? Did they know to give him a little extra attention here or there because he might feel unwanted or not cared for? Did they know it was because the village that was sworn to protect and care for him turned their backs on him?

Did they know Kaguya couldn't sleep without a bedtime story? Or without her stuffed animals? Did they know they had to teach her to be gentle so that she wouldn't end the world and slaughter everyone?

They didn't know these things!

They didn't know how to love them they way he did, they needed him.

They needed him and...

He needs them.

He went to the door, it was locked he knew. He tired to put chakra into his palm to jam at the door but no chakra collected at his hand.

He cursed himself for being so stupid, of course they put a seal on him.

He rubbed his face trying to come up with a new plan.

He rubbed his face.

His face. . .

His mask was gone.

They took his mask.

He hated his face, all his life. There was never a real reason as to why.

He would say it’s because he has his father’s face, people would believe him because why would a boy want the face of an awful traitor?

He missed his father.

How his father would hug him tight, he subconsciously wrapped his arms around himself.

How he’d tell him everything was alright. His father didn’t want him to go to the academy early nor leave it just as fast, he hated his father for it but it was because he didn’t want to see his son in war.

How he’d go on about how lord first and second worked so hard to stop children from going to war yet the moment it was “necessary” they threw children out there.

He felt tears in his eyes but brushed them away.

He missed his father.

He missed his Sensei.

Both men would hug him tight and tell him everything would be alright, they’d know what to do.

And they wouldn’t run like he’s done the whole time he’s been here.

His sadness turned to rage as it usually did, he grabbed the food the uchiha had given him and threw at at the door screaming.

He soon found himself laying on the floor exhausted.

Day 03

He was laying on the bed not moving an inch, the day before he had woken up back in the bed with the room freshly cleaned and new food and water, which he again refused to eat.

There had been yet to be someone to meet him or talk to him.

He wondered if this was how it’d be for a while, are they trying to give him stockholm syndrome or something?

Or was it a normal punishment for uchiha children when they get needlessly violent? Not that he’s an uchiha or that his violence was needless.

He buried his face in the blankets, it didn’t do much to fix his incomfort but it helped a tiny bit which was better than nothing.

He thought a lot over the second day, mostly about his father and Minato.

He sighed as his stomach growled dragging himself up and ate the food that was once again left for him.

He couldn’t starve himself, his kids needed him, now more than ever.

He wondered about ‘T’. Was he taking good care of them? Was he harsh? Did he hurt them? Did he give them everything they wanted?

If he was harsh to them he had another thing coming once Kakashi got there.

Once he finished eating and drinking he dragged himself back to bed, feeling more tired than before, which was odd, he should feel a bit more energized shouldn’t he?

His vision blurred before he fell back asleep.

Day 04

Kakashi tried to blink the sleep away unable to.

“Sshh” the voice of a man came, it was soft but rough. A cold hand pressed against his warm forehead.

The man tched as Kakashi tried to wake more.

“Rest child, you need it. One meal for the past 3 days isn’t enough, this is what happens when you’re stubborn.”

Gentle figures ran through his hair, it reminded him of his father, of his Sensei.

“Go back to sleep”

He did.

Day 06

Kakashi didn’t know how much time passed since he went to sleep last.

All he remembered was the man’s voice and then waking up.

He got up and ate his food. This time with the food was a book.

He sat on the bed reading.

It was a good book, not like he used to read, full of porn and everything. This book was about the history of the uchiha in a story format, probably ment for children.

Day 07

He had just eaten and was continuing the book.

He was finally getting his mind off of all the stress, trying to cope by buring himself in a world of make believe.

There was a loud knock, he jumped up and pressed himself into the wall, holding the book ready to swing if need be.

An old man opened the door.

“Hello young one” the voice was unlike the one he heard while he was sleeping.

“I’ve got a few questions for you” the man said coming in and closing the door behind him, he walked to the desk and sat down on the chair.

Kakashi didn’t move, nor did he answer.

“We’ve noticed something with you and a few of the children” the man said bluntly.

Kakashi made a face, confused.

“You use Uchiha accustoms, the young triplet more then the rest of you” he paused before continuing. “You show it, subconsciously that is” he waves at Kakashi trying to find the right words.

“It’s your mannerisms really”

Kakashi figured it was because of him taking Obito’s personality, maybe subconsciously he took on other things the man had.

Kakashi stayed quiet not really knowing what the question was.

“Who taught you?” The old man asked.

“What?” He responded, voice barely over a whisper.

“You guys are orphans, no mother, no father. Yet you know to read, you know to read Uchiha scripts without trouble, there are odd terms in that book you read that were created and only read by the Uchiha, yet you understand it nonetheless”

“You are skilled with your sharingan, the young triplet is too, how could you do all that yourself?”

Kakashi stayed silent once again, shocked.

“There’s obviously someone who taught you all of that so who? And why? Not to mention you trying to avoid the Uchiha clan, what’d they do to make you avoid your own blood?”

Kakashi thought for a moment he could say Obito, that’s who he learned from, he could say Itachi, it’s who Sasuke learned from. He however didn’t know how it would effect the future to give those names, he also didn’t want to drag those peoples names through the mud.

He could say Minato as he was truly his teacher but again couldn’t bring himself to drag the man’s name in the mud.

That left two names in his mind Danzo and Zetsu.

It would be quite funny to call the Uchiha hating Danzo and Uchiha himself but he didn’t know if it was a great idea to name someone he knew, someone who some believed as important.

Zetsu however was no doubt still around, lurking, plotting…

He could get them wary of the obvious threat ahead of them.

He wanted to stay out of everything to due with the future but since fate seemed to drag him into it, might as well try, even just barely.

“Zetsu…” he mumbled out. “His name is Zetsu, I don’t know why, he was obsessed with the Uchiha clan. He was part Uchiha like us, he was all wrong though” Kakashi didn’t lie, not once in that statement.

The old man nodded, deciding to leave it at that, he got up and walked to the door.

“Wait!” Kakashi called out making the man pause.

“When can I see my siblings? Are they okay?” He asked desperately.

The man’s eyes softened.

“Soon, soon” he said “they’re doing good” it was all he said before walking out of the room once again locking the door.

Kakashi dropped onto the bed, letting his thoughts run wild.