Part of the Pack

Kakashi was restless, he'd bed stuck in this stupid room for what felt like ages.

Don't get him wrong the food was good, they gave him stuff to entertain himself, there was a bathroom and shower in the room he was in.

But everyday the would question him about Zetsu, which he didn't have to lie much about.

Each day made him more and more restless, he wanted to find the pups, he wanted to leave. The kept bringing him books that only Uchiha were supposed to be able to read.

Every time they gave him one he thought back to the time Obito introduced those books to him, this was only because the boy had read a story that he adored and told Kakashi he just must read it or he would just die, dramatic if you asked Kakashi.

Kakashi couldn't figure out how to understand it, it was like half of it was normal but some words just didn't make sense, like they were fake words.

Obito explained that in the war between Uchiha and Senju they were so paranoid of outsiders finding their scrolls and taking their secrets that they created different terms for the most crucial words, making it so that others could be able to read it but not understand it.

Obito decided that because the story was just oh so important that he taught Kakashi everything about the Uchiha's writing, and then made him read every Uchiha book Obito thought was interesting.

As someone with an adult mind he felt bad that he was so against reading the books even though he did it anyway, Obito didn't have anyone to talk to about any of it. He was neglected, another reason Kakashi will never forgive the stupid clan.

If they did that to Obito, who was once a sweet boy, they'd do it to Naruto. He won't let that happen again.

He wants the kids eyes to shine with life and happiness, untainted by war and pain. He just wants them to life a long normal life.

He knows why he's being kept in this room, they're watching him to make sure he won't hurt himself and to try and get information about Zetsu.

He had a plan though, he was studying them, the schedule they’ve given him, the way they act, what they question.

His biggest worry is his limitations of his younger body, he regrets not training more while in hiding.

He was so sure that everything would be alright, clearly he was wrong.

He has stuff he can do, he knows that, he was Anbu, he had been on literal suicide missions, he’s not stupid.

But being an adult and then turned child without retesting his limits was a very bad idea.

He needed more time. There was a small window in his bathroom, sadly not big enough for him to climb out of regularly but if he broke his collarbone he could possibly force himself through, the drop would also suck, he could possibly break his leg.

The biggest issue is the guards outside, he needs to time his escape perfectly. Unfortunately he’d have to leave the pups behind, he’ll be injured and he can’t possibly get 5 kids away from a whole clan while injured. At least older Sakura and Tsunade taught him a bit of medical ninjutsu, not that he was very good at it but it will make him recover faster.

He rubbed his unmasked face. That was getting to him too, he couldn’t look at himself through the mirror.

He felt they were cruel for denying him his mask, he asked for it multiple times only for the old stupid men to ask him what he’d trying to hide. Why would he want to hide his face if he hadn’t had something to hide?

He couldn’t wait to embarrass the whole clan with his escape, and then if he has to he’ll make sure he’s face is unrecognizable without his mask, therefore never having to look into his awful reflection again.

He wished he could do it right there just to stick it into their faces, but had nothing to do it with.

He sighed throwing the book in his hand away as he wasn’t even reading it to begin with, besides it was getting dark, he thinks he’ll do his plan soon.

At night they switch the guards, there’s about a 5 minute between the switch where no one is there to watch him.

He gets up and goes to his bathroom to watch the switch one more time, he’s decided, he’ll leave tomorrow. He has to.

Once the switch was completed he walked back to the bed laid down, closing his eyes.

He hadn’t slept well in the passed nights he’d been there but the stress seemed to be catching up to him as he drifted to sleep almost immediately.

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He was panting trying to pull the Uchiha men off of Naruto, they were killing him… They were killing him!! Why!? What had he done!? He was a sweet happy boy.

He saw the other children watching, Sai’s eyes looked empty, Sasuke was cheering, Sakura was playing with toys that mimicked the situation, and Kaguya… Kaguya was laughing, laughing like a cruel emotionless monster.

Their brother was being killed, how could they just not care? Had he failed them? Had he failed to save Sai from Danzo’s influence? Sasukes hatred? Sakura’s obliviousness? Kaguya’s cruel nature?

He thought all this while he desperately tried to pull the men off of Naruto, he questioned how they could slaughter a child?

He remembers the stories of how the Uchiha and Senju would kill babies of the other to make sure they would grow to be an enemy. He couldn’t imagine, he couldn’t.

The idea hurts him.

He screamed and cries yet no one turned to him, no budged.

He sobbed loudly, he was supposed to cry. He was a soldier. An Anbu. Crying made you weak.

Everything disappeared, nothing but darkness around him.

He got up wiping his tears away, he walked.

“Naru!?” He needed to know if the boy was alright.

There was no answer, he called for the other kids “Sai!? Kaguya? Sasuke? Sakura…? Where did you guys go…? You’re scaring me….”

He walked until his limbs couldn’t move any longer, he collapsed.

His tears returned and he let out a loud wail.

He felt arms wrap around him.

It was his dad.

They didn’t say anything, but Kakashi leaned into the touch, he wanted his dad to talk to him, tell him that everything was alright.

And he did.

“It’s alright don’t cry, everything will be fine.” But it wasn’t really his father’s voice, he knew that for sure.

The voice was to deep, more monotonous then his father would be.

He didn’t care, he just wanted to stay there for a bit longer.

He stayed for what felt like ages, he wished he could stay longer but soon enough, he woke up.

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He opened his eyes.

He rubbed his tired eyes, he felt tear marks that had been wiped away. When had he cried? Who wiped them away?

He sighed walking to his breakfast and ate it slowly, thinking through his plan, it would only be a matter of time.

He picked up a new book that had been left and sat down reading it hoping for time to pass faster.

Soon enough an Uchiha elder appeared in the room, he sighed softly.

“Hello Kakashi” the boy hums in response, knowing that it’s considered rude and will probably aggravate the man.

The man huffed “I would like for you to tell me more about your whore mother”

Kakashi glared at them, he hated that term, it was rude and cruel. Most prostitutes were forced into the occupation.

He knows it shouldn’t bother him as he was making up a character but it didn’t change the fact it was a disgusting thing to call someone.

“Don’t call her that you stupid pig.” He decided that if they’ll think he’s a child, he’ll play the role and tell the man exactly what he was thinking.

“Excuse yourself! Show respect to your elders!” The man responded angrily.

Kakashi scuffed turning away to ignore the man, he was annoying him already.

“Well? What happened to her? Hm? How were you 6 not found by anyone?” He pushed.

“She paid a hotel to house us, a different one every few weeks, the others were too young to remember her. She died, got sick.” He wanted a quick and easy story, one believable and simple.

The man pushed a bit more before leaving.

Kakashi let out a sigh of relief thankful the man finally left him alone.

It seemed that the conversation was indeed long because by time it finally ended, they’d given him lunch which he ate quickly.

He started stretching, getting prepared for his escape.

He was nervous of course, it wouldn’t be that surprising if he was caught because of him being injured. Which brings another point, he wasn’t excited to break his collar bone and possibly his leg, not to mention him being cut by broken glass.

The injuries will only slow him down. He had to be very careful, he had 5 minutes with the switching of guards but the sound of breaking glass will attract people, so that goes down to 1-3 minutes to get out.

He ran his hand through his hair. This was, as the Nara would say, very troublesome.

He goes to the bathroom to simply watch the sun.

He watched children play around, he watched them being trained. He watched injured people get dragged off to a medical building.

He watched as the sun went down. The moment it became night he became hyper focused waiting for the guards to be completely out of sight.

Once they were he punched lifted his foot slamming it into the glass, as it shattered he squeezed himself through the window being cut by the glass and breaking his collarbone in the process, he fell to the ground hearing a loud crack in his leg.

Now with a broken leg and collarbone and no chakra to help him, he bolted, gritting his teeth through the pain.

He’d been through worse.

He knew he’d first need to find a ninja who could remove the chakra seal from him, but first he needed to get away.

He heard screams and shouts as he ran, he thankfully made it to the forest, ignoring the trails, running through tall grass, trees, dark areas and small spaces, places people normally wouldn’t travel through.

Before collapsing to the ground, everything hurt, he had cuts all down his arms, torso, and legs. Both his leg and collarbone were broken. He had no chakra to heal himself. He needed to rest, or he wouldn’t make it to help the pups.

He felt as if the world was collapsing onto him.

He was exhausted from running and in so much pain.

He rested against a tree not fully drifting off but resting his eyes, he felt as though he could hear everything, the birds the wind, the ants on the ground. And the quiet foot steps behind him.

He tried to get up and back away but it was too late a man whom he’d never seen had grabbed his arm, pulling him forwards a bit.

The man looked him over a sighed, seemingly disappointed.

The man had long black messy hair and looked to be in his 30’s or 40’s, with a few small wrinkles and a few gray hairs.

He was wearing a typical Uchiha style outfit suited for fighting.

Kakashi tried to pull himself away but failed to do so, only succeeding to get his other arm caught by the Uchiha man.

The whole whole the man didn’t even have his Sharingan activated.

He looked disappointedly at Kakashi’s injuries and now ruined kimono. He pulls the boy a bit closer to him trying to mind his injuries.

“Touma you find him!?” A voiced called out from a bit away but close enough to not yell that loud.

The man, now known as Touma glances in the direction “I’ve got him right here” he calls out not bothering to yell.

“It’s alright child, everything going to be okay, but right now it’s time you rest.” Kakashi tried to struggle away but Touma chopped him in the neck knocking him out instantly.