Chapter 1
Kakashi wakes up gasping. He feels feverish.
Where was he?
Birds, trees, and the familiar scent of Konoha before the Kyuubi attack. The apartment he was in looked like the one he had before ANBU.
“Tsk. You’re in the past kit.”
A voice said, strangely it sounded like the Kyuubi.
Wait.. the
Kyuubi
!?
Memories of what happened floods Kakashi’s mind.
Ughhh.. Like the Nara’s likes to say, how troublesome.
So, he has a nine-tailed fox living in his head and a world to save. Great.
“Oi! Kurama! How old am I??”
“About 8. That’s the farthest we could’ve sent you back with the amount of chakra we had left. If you’re wondering why you feel feverish.. Well it’s one of the side effects of time travel.”
said the Kyuubi.
Tsk, great. He had no time to sulk, he had a world to save. Kakashi stood up and walked over to his bathroom to get a look at himself.
Well damn. He does look 10. Wonderful.
He blames Naruto. He knows he has a world to save and that the future is shit but he can’t help but blame his knucklehead student, afterall Naruto sent him into the past. Naruto would’ve been a better option to send back but at the same time Kakashi knows more of the past.
Well… actually the Kyuubi knows way more- But if we were talking about people.. Then Kakashi knows more between the two of them.
He’s so caught up in his thoughts that he doesn’t hear the knocking on the door.
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Minato is worried. Kakashi hasn’t shown up for training yet, and his little prodigy is never late. It’s about 11 AM and training starts at 8 AM and Kakashi isn’t here. Worried that something might have happened, he quickly shunshinned to his student’s apartment.
“Hey! It’s me Minato, is everything all right?” He yelled out while knocking.
No response.
He knocks again.
Once again, he gets no response.
In fear of the worst happening, Minato breaks down his students door.
Oops. I'll pay for the repairs later. He thought.
“Kakashi!” He yells.
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“Oi. Brat, the Yondaime is behind you. I can feel his chakra” The Kyuubi said, startling Kakashi out of his thoughts.
He turned around and saw a person with blonde hair, blue eyes. Tears started gathering in his eyes because isn’t that sensei? An alive version.
He did see his sensei during the Fourth Great Ninja War but he wasn’t really Minato, just his soul? So seeing him alive makes him feel all sorts of things.
Sadness. Happiness. Guilt.
He quickly shook off his tears because his younger self doesn’t cry and if he did he would be out of character.
“Oh Kakashi, you're safe. I was worried when you didn’t show up for training.”
Damn. What the heck does he do-
“Uh sorry sensei, I don’t feel well today. I should have informed you, sorry.” He responded.
Minato raised a brow at him. His kid version never skipped training even if he was sick, so Minato is probably thinking it’s suspicious.
He might tell Minato about the future later, he’ll have to discuss what’s the best course of action with Kurama first.
“Okaaayy.. I’ll drop by later and cook you some soup okay?” He paused before putting his hand on Kakashi’s forehead, “Huh you do feel pretty feverish..”