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Once a Shinobi, Now a Hero

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Capítulo 1: New World

Kakashi gasped as he woke up. With quickened, panic breaths he spun around rapidly, trying to see exactly where he was.

"Rin..." he muttered in realization. "Rin! Rin, where are you!" He called out getting fully to his feet. He was in some sort of alleyway, barely lit up by the falling sun. He heard no voice return his call but he found a person he recognized.

The person who killed Obito. Him. Kakashi shuttered in barely restrained anger, taking a step forward with dark eyes. He didn't realized there was a puddle under him until he stepped in it which alerted the Jounin and caused him to turn around.

The man was not smirking like he always was. He looked confused. "So, you are alive kid."

Kakashi was barely listening and broke out into a full sprint, crashing into the man's chest and sending them both tumbling out of the alleyway and onto a main road. Onlookers were surprised by the noise, but had yet to see the cause of it, only dust that already seemed to start disappearing.

"What's going on?"

"Is a hero fighting someone?"

"I didn't see a villain running through here."

It was neither a villain nor a hero that were the cause of the panic. As the smoke cleared away it was as clear as day that the cause of it was some man and child dressed in strange clothing with... swords.

The boy was atop the man, putting all his weight on the blade that the man under him was forced to block.  Kakashi was straining his muscles so hard that he was beginning to get a headache.

The Jounin grimaced hard, fighting against him and gravity and losing. It seemed he was weaker than he was beforehand. That only made the job better for Kakashi.

"A-A kid?"

"What's going on? What are they doing?"

"Someone call the police or something!"

Kakashi paid the extra noise no mind as his blade inched even closer to the Jounin. Just a bit more. A bit more until he could put this man to death.

Suddenly, something wrapped around his shoulders, arms, and abdomen and dragged him off before he could move. Someone had snuck up on him without him noticing. He craned his neck and followed the weapon to its owner. A man dressed in all black, his eyes glowing red and his hair waving in the air. Kakashi wouldn't be deterred though, he wouldn't let his target escape him while he was weak.

The scarf barely strained under the weight of his hand before lightning passed through it, going straight at the owner of the weapon. The man's eyes had widened before the lighting struck him, electrocuting him. He froze and stuttered violently as Kakashi felt the material around him slacken. Like the ninja he was he slipped through the material and hit the pavement below, focusing his aim back onto that man.

The Iwa Jounin chuckled, whipping away blood of his lips. "You really are different, brat. But let's end this." He grinned, aiming the blades tucked in his forearm at the white-haired boy.

Kakashi was more than happy to do so. He crouched low and a couple of hand seals later, lightning sparked in his hand violently. His hand spasmed, nearly unable to keep his chakra in control. His Chidori had never been this strong before.

In an instant, Kakashi was rearing his arm back as Kakkō elbows shot up to have his blades cut the smaller ninja. They had rushed at each other so quickly that the ground beneath them erupted and debris from the street shot into the air. Buildings around them could barely stand the pressure as the glass in then exploded outward at the power right before they clashed.

Suddenly, the ground shot up between them but they had already been in motion and they both struck it. Both of their chakras reacted to it, sending both of them back in a fiery explosion that rocked street they were on.

Kakashi slammed into a the side of a building. His eyes shot open and he gasped as his back flared up, but he was lucky the pain woke him up as he began to slide down the building. He looked up and gripped the hilt of his White Saber Blade before turning himself midair and striking the building with it. His descent began to slow until he came to a screeching halt 10 meters off the ground.

He breath quick breaths to both calm himself and to get air inside him, he didn't know he'd been holding it in. Immense pain suddenly shot through his head and he gripped his eye in pain as blood began to leak down his face. He grimaced hard and pulled on his blade. It came out of the building but he wasn't ready for it. The pain he was going through didn't help and he fell down onto his back.

Suddenly, he felt like he could stay awake. Darkness crawled into the corners of his vision and he felt his eyes closing. A single tear fell from his implanted eye. He didn't kill his friends' killer.

XxX

Kakashi woke up once more, but this time he heard the soft beep of a hospital machine. He was no longer filled with rage, so when his eyes scanned the area around him he saw the white, clean room that surrounded him. Then when caught the smell of strong disinfected, he knew where he was.

A hospital.

Pain shot through him as he forced himself to sit up. He pulled the IV out of him and was able to get his legs over the side of the bed just as the door opened. An old woman walked in, and Kakashi guessed she was a doctor by the way she was dressed. She must've been taking care of him.

"Stop there." She said with authority. "Back into the bed. You need to rest."

"Was there someone with me!" Kakashi asked, disregarding her order. His hand clutched the covers harshly. He didn't kill that man. He was still alive, running around.

Her brows scrunched together. "No... there was only you. Was there someone else?"

Kakashi shook his head and felt his leg shaking slightly as his covered feet touched the floor.

"Not another step." Kakashi turned to the door and saw a man he recognized as the one who tried to stop him earlier. Beside him was some sort of... block thing. Was that some sort of Jutsu.

The man walked closer to him, standing in front of the old woman. "Lay back down. You need to tell us what you were doing fighting in public and using your quirk on a pro hero."

Kakashi didn't open his mouth even though he was confused. He tried taking a discreet step back, but his injuries made that impossible. The man's gaze hardened at him and he took a step forward after Kakashi.

"Don't try it." He warned.

Kakashi let his lone open eye examine each of the adults in front of him. The man before him was skinny, but tall and he remembered more than most of how dangerous he was. The man was no doubt faster than him and even though he might've been distracted, the man snuck up on him before he could even react.

The woman thankfully didn't look much of a physical threat but the other thing looked powerful. Though slow. Maybe he could get away, but he would need some sort of distraction.

No Elemental Jutsu. His chakra was too low for that. His body was weak and his weapons had been taken off him at the moment. His eyes searched the room briefly but he found none of his weapons in sight. Damn, an old fashioned substitution would have to do.

He broke out into a run, leaping over his bed and going for the window on the other side of the room. "Hey!" The large man yelled but he wasn't fast enough.

Someone was however and that same capture material shot out and latched around his limbs just before his finger could touch the glass. He was drove down into the ground by the scarf thing.

"Aizawa, please be easy on him. His body is nowhere near healed enough to take any significant pain." The woman said.

Aizawa glared at him. "He's a troublemaker no doubt." But he was quick to be as young as he was. Aizawa had no doubt someone like him could be a hero if he didn't constantly try and defy pros.

The stone man in the back walked forward with his hands out to show he meant no harm. "Kid, listen. We don't want to-"

A crash sounded and they all jumped, turning to the now freshly broken window. Aizawa moved first, running up toward the window, but when he looked out, he saw nothing.

He gripped tightly at the window seal, nearly cutting himself on the remains of the glass. "He had a lightning quirk." He muttered.

XxX

Kakashi had ran for at least 30 minutes before his body finally made him collapsed. It was only a matter of time, he knew he was running on embers of his chakra. Barely enough to sustain the life in him. He decided not to question where he was as he ran, but his Shinobi eye had run across his surroundings on instinct and he couldn't completely ignore what he saw.

He pushed himself to his feet, stumbled and then fell against the wall, sliding down to the ground. He gripped his left, closed eye. Today had been an influx of information and confusion, and now he just wanted to rest.

His instincts as a Shinobi would've normally told him that sleeping in unfamiliar territory and not checking his surroundings was a death wish, but his exhaustion drowned out any voice it would normally have. His eyes were heavy, and his adrenaline wore off to reveal a worn body and mind. With his low chakra, there was nothing that was going to keep him awake.

Once more, darkness claimed him, and this time he gladly fell into it. He didn't know that it would be days until he woke up.

XxX

Aizawa was not in the good mood. He barely slept these past couple of days. He had spent the entire day teaching the first lessons to his newest class, and all night looking through countless avenues and patrol routes looking for the student that escaped his grasp.

The white-haired brat as he dubbed it.

The only person to escape his grasp in a long time. He'd been utterly duped by the boy and with all his experience as an underground hero, was unable to find even sightings of the brat. It was like he didn't exist in the first place. He'd run into a brick wall; a dead end. Before he could further himself into depressing thoughts, a hand smacked him on the back and sent him forward but an arm grasped around his neck to keep him up.

He turned to his left in annoyance. "Mic."

"Eraaaseeerrr!" The loudmouth teacher screeched loudly. "Why the long face? Still haven't slept a wink because of the child?"

Aizawa ignored the question, slightly sinking only his capture weapon. "He was quick. I still can't believe he got the drop on me like that." The way he did it so seamlessly was what bugged him. Moves like that shouldn't come from someone so young.

Present Mic gave him a curious look. "Was it really that bad?"

He didn't respond once more. Mic could tell what the answer was though. He frowned at it.

"You should really get some rest, Aizawa." He gestured to his own eyes. "You'll have a sack under your eyes if you aren't careful."

"I'm fine." They walked into the teacher's lounge finding Cementoss in their brewing himself a cup of coffee. He turned to them and frowned as he looked at Aizawa's face.

"You should really get some sleep, Aizawa. It is not wise to stay up all night looking for that child." Cementoss pulled the cup of fresh coffee from the machine and held it towards Aizawa. "Here, drink."

Aizawa took it with a small thanks, taking a short sip. "I should let you know this but I'll be having the police involved in this search. Cementoss, you saw it too right? He's skilled. Good at controlling his quirk and quick on his feet."

Cementoss nodded. "Yes. I don't think I've ever seen someone as young as him react to a situation so quickly. But, that's not what has me worried."

"What do you mean by that?" Present Mic asked with an eye brow raised.

Aizawa's frown deepened. "That eye; the one with the scar on it. Recovery Girl said it was fresh and deep, enough to render the eye useless. But when we looked we say a blazing red eye in its place. Unlike his other eye, which didn't follow the light from the flashlight when she checked it that red one not only moved but it looked like it moved before she even moved herself. Like it was predicting her movements."

"That can't be true," Present Mic looked unsurely at Cementoss but his frown only made it worse, "right?"

"It is." Aizawa said. He saw it for himself after all. It was unmistakable. He took another sip of coffee, feeling the warm, sweet liquid go down his throat and he gave a satisfied sigh.

"Good, huh." Cementoss asked after sipping on his own cup.

"Wakes me up a bit." He said and looked into the cup. "Still a bit too much sugar, though."

"You need the extra energy." He said, taking a seat opposite of them and setting his cup on the rather big table. "Get some sleep tonight, Eraser. If you don't I'll get Midnight to do it. She owes me a favor anyways."

Aizawa rolled his eyes. "Yea, yea. I'll get some rest."

XxX

Kakashi stirred awake once more. He took his time to look around his surroundings, his head still spinning and his body still weak. He didn't recognize it as much but his nose did. He sniffed the air, finding the atmosphere barely changed from when he fell out here. He was still in the same place.

He pushed himself to his feet, using the wall to keep himself steady, not keen on falling on his face one more time.

He wondered how long he'd been out. He already gathered he was in some sort of strange city. His nose picked up multiple scents of people, though it was drowned out by something overbearing awful in smell. He hoped he would get use to it but it kinda smelled like coal, or something. He wasn't exactly sure, it was an unfamiliar smell.

Despite his weak body and low chakra, he still at least had enough energy to jump and move around. He did just that. Looking up, he spotted several vantage points where he would be able to jump and grapple onto to reach the top of the building. He thought of his path and executed perfectly.

Now on the building, his eyes widened when he caught a breathtaking sight that he was sure he'd never would see. He didn't even know what he was really looking at. Hundreds of people walked the streets as machines wizzed past on roads. Lights shined brightly throughout the city and he could hear someone talking. Something about their special made skin product and how it would help their skin. He wasn't really listening.

Where was he?

He leapt off the building back into the alleyway. He turned out of the alleyway to take the city in on a more personal level. At this point he was just trying to gain his bearings on everything.

He'd probably been walking around for about 20 minutes at this point. Now he was sure he was lost. No matter where he went, nothing he recognized came into view and the people, some of them were just plain weird. Like they were a mix of just the most wildest things. Some had animal features on their human bodies while others had machines. Like a toaster.

Honestly it was getting too much at this point.

And Rin. He thought, with growing fear. Where was she? He hadn't seen any sign of her at all. He needed to find a way home, and quick. Reinforcements were on their way, and that meant if he was here, Rin would be by herself. There was no way she would survive on her own, that was certain and Kakashi had a promise to keep.

To keep her safe, at all cost.

Kakashi stopped walking and hung onto the wall near him like a life line, a wave a nausea passing over him. It was like he wanted to empty something already empty. His stomach felt hollow from the inside and he grabbed it when it started to growl. He smelled a whole bunch of familiar smelling foods and ingredients.

He hadn't noticed that someone was in front of them until the moonlight had ceased to come down upon him. Not expecting it, he turned quickly and took a step back. If it were an enemy, he would've been dead. But his gaze went up to a woman with what looked to be a red dress of sorts that went down the to her knees and blonde hair covered by what looked to be metal claws and a headband. A very strange look. Just like everything else in this world.

Her reptilian like, yellow eyes roamed over him, as if confirming something. Then she bent down to his level. "Are you lost?" She asked nicely, looking as concerned as one would their own child.

She tried to reach out her hand to touch his face but he flinched back out of habit, glaring at her hand. He didn't trust her, so he wasn't going to let her touch him.

She frowned at his reaction, slowly bringing her hand back. "My god. Look at you." She muttered but his ears picked it up.

"Who are you?" He demanded, internally weighing options. He soon realized he didn't have any really. While she had a bit of meat on her bones, Kakashi definitely caught on to the fact that she was very toned and look agile and strong enough to catch him in he current state.

He'd probably been out for days, but chakra had not recovered. It was probably due to his newly implanted Sharingan. Even now, with his eyes closed, it was still draining his chakra; his body not yet used to the eye fully, though it was quickly adapting.

Kakashi took a slow step back and she frowned again, a soft look forming. "I'm not going to hurt you. I-I just want to help. I'm a Pro Hero."

Kakashi was surprised to hear that word. A hero? What did she mean by that? She had the word pro in front of it as well. Was being a hero a profession here? He really wished he knew what was going on, but he hadn't much choice.

He looked at her skeptically. "I'll go with you." If she tried anything, he'd run away.

XxX

Kakkō had seen some of the strangest things since he woke up. He'd been at this place for three days, and already he was feeling a type of mental exhaustion he never thought he would be at.

Sitting atop a tall building, he chewed on a stolen burger that he managed to swipe away from someone as he ran past them. He snickered at the thought of his action. These people weren't like the people back home. Their guards were always down and left themselves open to pretty much anything. He'd already had a pretty good grip despite being here for such a short amount of time.

He'd taken someone and used his Genjutsu on them to extract information and he learn a lot. He was in a place called Masutafu, Japan. With that, he already knew that somehow he was no longer in any part of the Elemental Nations. This world was full of quirks, special superpowers that could either be used for good or bad, spawning titles Hero's, Villians, and one he'd already taken quite a liken to Vigilantes.

Most would say he would've taken to the Villians side more, but they were viewing his actions on the surface level. He was ruthless and enjoyed fighting, but that was because the Shinobi world caused for such cruelty. Without it, he wouldn't have made it to the rank of a Jounin. He was simply doing what his Village told him to do.

He swallowed the last piece of his meal and threw the wrapper off the building, standing up and stretching out.

"This League of Villians might be my best chance of getting home." He knew from the information he'd extracted that the league had a member that could teleport. He also knew that chakra augmented abilities of anyone that used it. In theory, this meant that he could power up his ability and be sent home. His Village was still in war, and they still needed him.

He grinned in excitement. While he was here he was going to have some fun. His retractable blade shot out, gleaming in the moonlight of the full moon.


Capítulo 2: Deception

Kakashi did not like his chances of escape at his current situation. He was familiar with the police and how they operated, or rather how they operated in his world, he already figured he was entirely somewhere else. That was no mistake. Perhaps he was in the future? He didn't know, but that wasn't what was on his mind.

He stared blankly until another set of cautious, careful eyes. But he could see an undertone of softness. Why was he looking like that?

The man cleared his throat and Kakashi realized they both had been just staring at one another. "My name is  Detective Tsukauchi of the Police Force. And yours?" He asked expectingly.

Kakashi stared blankly back. "Kakashi Hatake." He said slowly.

"Okay, Hatake-San." Kakashi didn't expect to hear his last name. He hadn't heard it sense his father. "You can just call me Detective if you'd like."

At his nod, the detective continued.

"There were reports of you fighting a man. You bursted from an alleyway with a blade, nearly piercing him. Is that correct?" He leaned forward on the table, eye intently searching him.

Kakashi briefly considered his answer. "Yes." He said simply. He figured that they already knew but how much was still up to question.

"And do you realize that using your quirk against anyone is a crime?"

Again, that word popped up out of someone's mouth. A quirk was usually something that was out of the ordinary that was special to a person. Like a verbal tic that Kushina had. But the way they were using it was not in that same context. He knew that.

He only raised his brows, but the small movement was caught by Tsukauchi and he furrowed his own. "What's wrong?"

"I don't understand." Kakashi blurted before he could think. He cursed inwardly and said more carefully, "I know the definition of the word quirk, but the way you're using it isn't in the same context."

The Detective looked even more confused by the frown on his face. "Do you not know what quirks are?" He asked slowly.

"Not in the way you're using it." What was with this anyway.

XxX

Tsukauchi stared in silent astonishment. His quirk told him that every word spoken was true. How could this kid have a quirk and not know what the context behind the word is? That shouldn't be possible. Everyone knew what quirks were. But his quirk sensed no deception.

He chose his next words carefully. "You have electricity powers, right?"

The boy seemed to go completely blank before nodding. He deduced that he was carefully thinking about what he was going to say before he said it. Him blurting out his answer and immediately reining his voice in gave him clear examples to draw from.

"You used that power against a pro hero. Do you know what that is?"

"Not in the context in which you're using it."

A truth once more. A troubling one. Severe head trauma maybe? Ryukyu had said that he showed severe signs of trauma. The way he flinched at erratic movements and loud noises as well and physical contact as well as the fact that unlike other kids he had no wonder or innocents in his black orbs. They were always blank, desolate full on nothingness. Like a black hole waiting in space for anything unlucky enough to get too close.

"With your powers," he said so the boy would get it. "You attacked a man who brings criminals to justice. That's a crime."

Finally, the boy seemed to understand, but his next question stumped him. "What's the punishment?"

The way he accepted it so easily greatly put the detective off. Even adult offenders looked at least concerned, but this boy only seemed resigned in his fate. As if whatever came to him was just meant to happen.

"Normally, it'll just be a hefty fine and a warning. If the  victim dies then that's jail time." He looked at the boy's covered face carefully. "But for children you'll just need supervision by a pro hero."

This time, the detective could not stop from showing his frown. Not even a look of relief. Just nothing. As if he accepted that fate. What was with his kid? He was an enigma.

"Hatake-San, do you have any parents?" He shook his head. A truth, what a shame. "Who takes care of you?"

"I take care of myself." Another truth and more sadness filled him.

"Where do you live?"

His gaze flickered briefly. "Nowhere no." Another truth and dread filled him.

"And how old are you?"

"13." At this point, he was going to start wondering if he was going to have a panic attack. This wasn't good for the boy. No wonder he seemed to have so much physiological trauma. Perhaps his quirk malfunctioned and killed his parents? Cases like that were rare but not unlikely.

This kid wasn't lying. He had no family, lived on his own, and is 13 years old. With how careful he seemed to be it was obvious he had been living on his own for a while. And nobody realized it. The system failed this boy, but he was going to make sure he wouldn't.

He stood up from his chair, and spoke. "Please wait here for just one moment." Then he went out of the room.

Kakashi didn't know why it suddenly felt so cold.

XxX

Ryukyu didn't know what about the boy that compelled her to stay and await his fate. He was no troublemaking brat abusing his quirk. He was different. He was lost and scared. His mannerisms were something that no child should possess.

A click from a door erupted her thought. She turned to it, mildly surprised, and saw Eraserhead. "Oh, Eraserhead I didn't expect to see you here."

A bored stare bore into her. "So you brought him in, huh. Where'd you find him?"

She ignored the fact that he kinda ignored what she first had said. "Roaming the streets for nearly an hour. A couple of phone calls and I was on it. I found him pretty quickly. He stands out from a crowd."

He nodded at that. "Not many kids with white hair walking around."

"That's for sure." Another click of the door was heard and she turned, seeing Detective Tsukauchi walk in this time. The expression on his face wasn't something that put her at ease. "Well," she said, impatient. "What's what's going to happen with him?"

The man took a seat on the small cushion, looking into space with a deep concentrating look. Aizawa was also staring at him, leaning on the wall beside him.

"Ryukyu," he finally said, looking up at her with a sort of look in her eyes. "I'm sorry to ask this of you but I would like you to take the boy as your charge."

"W-what?" She uttered in disbelief, eyes wide. She didn't expect to hear that at all. Even Aizawa was surprised. "What are you talking about?"

His gaze went back to his lap, face contorting as if in deep thought. "His name is Kakashi, and I learned quite a lot from him." He looked back up at her. "Both from what he told me, and what he didn't."

"And what does that mean?" Aizawa ground out, frowning.

"He's been living on his own for years, taking care of himself. Both his parents are dead, and there's a possibility he might be responsible for it. From reports from both eye witnesses and you Aizawa," he breifly turned to the man. "He's proficient with both a blade, handling his quirk, and quick enough to escape three pro heroes in one room. He's 13 years old and with the way he's going, he'll be a villain in no time if we don't step in."

Those last words struck her deep, but so did the ones before. He had that much skill from just surviving on his own. She wondered what he had to do all that time of living by himself? She felt angry thinking about it. But adopting him... she just didn't know.

"I-I don't think I can just adopt him, you know." She really didn't know what else to say.

"I know it's hard, but he knows you more than anyone else. If he's put under foster care, he'd only escape back onto the streets. And if he can escape someone like Aizawa, who's always on guard, then he can escape the average pro. That only leaves you." He finished softly.

Her. She was the finally option for this boy. His words held truth, nothing she could deny or detest, but even though she was fond of children, she never had raised one. She was the only child, the only children she ever dealt with were already nearly adults themselves.

She had no answer just yet, so she was glad when Aizawa took the floor. "He must have some sort of mental disorder? The way your talking about him suggest as much."

He closed his fingers together, his thumbs circling one another. "I have multiple theories of what's wrong with him. I've based them all around PTSD disorder. My main theory, and the only I believe to be correct, is that he either killed his parents of feels responsible for their deaths. He went unnoticed and began to live on his own, surviving anyway he could, which is the reason for his sharp instincts and the way he thinks before he talks and gives out answers that won't give away too much detail. If I were to have told him what my quirk was, he might've would've already guessed it beforehand."

Aizawa narrowed his eye. "That isn't just some survival skills. That's-"

"A genius level tactician." Tsukauchi finished. "A genius, a child genius. Intelligence like that is something I've only seen regularly in someone like Nezu. Just like him, it's scary. You'll see it if you have a conversation with him."

Aizawa certainly didn't like the sound of that. "Just like the rat, huh?" He looked at Ryukyu. "Seems you'll have your work cut out for you."

"W-wait, I'll still haven't decided yet." He had said that as if she'd chosen already.

Tsukauchi looked at her once more, a dutiful look. "You know you have to accept. I'm not one force these types of things, but looking at everything from reports, to statements, Recovery Girl's word, and his brain scan, things won't be good for him if you don't. We're looking at a possible villain if we don't turn it around and help him." He smiled, possibly as soft as he could. "And I think a motherly touch from the most familiar person he knows will go farther than any other avenue. So, what do you say?"

She struggled to get her next words out, not realizing she looked like a gaping fish. She straightened herself up to a hero befitting her rank. "Y-yes, I'll accept him as my ward."

XxX

Kakashi was starting to get bored. He had been sitting in this room for about 2 hours. Tsukauchi had come in and out of the room sparingly, telling him snippets of what they planned to do with him. He wasn't worried about anything. He already gleamed together that he would be put under someone who would be taking care of him. Least he'd have somewhere to stay, rest and lie low so his chakra could start coming back. The mixture of his Chidori, Sharingan, and mental had done a number on his chakra. Probably more than it should've, in his opinion. He likened that to the spiritual part of chakra.

The door opened once more, but Tsukauchi didn't walk in alone. Beside him stood two others he was familiar with, well by face, he hadn't actually caught any of their names. Scarf and dragon woman walked into the room, scarf's eyes were strictly on him while dragon woman's seemed to try and keep her's adverted  away from him awkwardly, but at the same time kept looking back at him. She seemed more confident the last time he'd seen her. Something was making her fidget, what was it... he didn't know.

"Can I leave this room now?" He asked. "I'm bored."

Strangely, they all exchanged a glance he could only interpret as something akin to being proud. Maybe he was wrong, but it gave him a weird feeling in his gut.

"Yes, in fact, that's what we all came here for." Tsukauchi said. Kakashi let himself down from the chair carefully, looking as aloof as ever as he looked up at them.

"Well, foster care?"

"No, um," Ryukyu cleared her throat to clear away the awkwardness. She just needed to get used to this after all. Her son. She was going to be a mother. If she weren't in front of everyone she would've fainted at the thought. "You'll be staying with me, as my son."

Kakashi's eyes latched onto hers. He could tell they were being serious. Now he knew why she'd looked so awkward before. This decision must've just been made, and it seemed like it wouldn't change. Damn, now he wouldn't be able to escape whenever he wanted to. He supposed a shadow clone would have to suffice for information gathering.

"Very well." He finally said after a long silence.

They all exchanged glances but said nothing afterwards. Kakashi walked to her side and cast his gaze down. If this were to be decided for him, then what he had to say wouldn't matter anyways.

Their gazes lingered on him a bit longer before they filed out of the room. Tsukauchi was working on finalizing paperwork as he sat across from Ryukyu in the front of the police station. Dozens of officers moved around, some talking and moving about with coffee and donuts while others were writing on papers in concentration. Kakashi scouted them all out. Honestly, none were like Shinobi but from what he'd seen from civilians here, they were far above them. Much keener eyes and senses.

He glanced at the glass door of the entrance. This place was still very escapable. If she weren't here that is. He turned his gaze slowly back to his new guardian as she leaned on the wall, obviously trying not to look at him too much. Escaping her would be troublesome.

For now.

He sat patiently until Tsukauchi came back.

XxX

A little bit over an hour later and they'd arrive at her house. It was, a lot. Big and futuristic, a sight he never thought he would see. Most of what he saw were better and bigger versions of what he saw at his Sensei's house. He never owned such accessories, finding them a waste of space. It wasn't like he even was at his house enough to actually use the stuff. Parts of the house were too, weird to go in.

Ryukyu watched him as his one eye roomed over her living room, not judging, but watching and observing. Like one would observe in unfamiliar territory. It made her sad. He was so young.

She cleared her throat. "Well, I suppose I'll show you to your room. I have an upstairs here, I don't really use it much so your free to explore up there if you'd like." She began walking around her house to get upstairs as she spoke. "Down here is free as well. I have a study though, and I prefer you stay out of it unless I'm with you. Is that fine with you?"

She looked down and saw him nod. Kakashi had no problem. After all, he'd for her to snoop around if it were his house.

He was lead to a large room where she announced that it would be his to do with. Honestly, it was too big. It had simple furniture though, a large bed, long drawers, and a big tv hanging off the wall.

"The room is yours to decorate as well. You'll also need some clothes as well." Now that she noticed, he still had the outfit he'd had on for days it looked like. It looked a bit worn out and slight stunk. She frowned, noticing his weapons that the station gave back to him. She thought back to the conversation she had with Tsukauchi before she took Kakashi home.

XxX

"Wait, Ryukyu. I want to tell you something before you leave." She turned to him walking up behind her with papers tucked underneath his pit.

"That's fine." She told him, wondering what he wanted to speak about.

"I've given Kakashi his weaponry back." Those words surprised her enough that she looked at him as if he was crazy.

"You said that he had a mental illness, right? Don't we need to put him far away from any more fighting?" She asked. If fighting was one of the reasons for his trauma the logical thing to do was to keep him from it.

He disagreed. He knew one more thing about the kid she didn't. "His short sword seemed to be something he wasn't willing to leave the interrogation room for. It looked to be some type of family heirloom. Their was an insignia on the hilt. It looked like a land spilt by sections."

Her eyes widened. "And his last name means field or farmland."

He nodded. "Separating him from it would cause more trauma. But it took a few favors to get this past. I called Nezu."

The UA Principal? "Nezu? Why would you call him?"

"I've asked him to take the boy into UA." Her breath hitched. "The boy has obvious talent, but a dark past. Without something positive in his mind, he will inevitably become a villain. The goal of becoming a hero and saving people should be more than enough of a positive influence."

She made a face. "Why not another Hero School? UA has been attacked by the so called League of Villains and since their target was All Might, it wouldn't be far fetched to say they would attack again."

"Both me and Nezu know that the situation with the League is far from over. In fact, it's only beginning. And that's why I wanted him to join. He'll be surrounded by kids that he's better than. One's he can protect and that can give him something positive to fight for. Of course, I'll ask Aizawa to monitor his actions and respond accordingly, but he's likely to do that anyways."

She sighed, rubbing her head. "I-I can't say I fully agree, but I know you're smart and know what your doing far more than me. But, he's going to be my s-son, so if I feel he should no longer attend UA then he won't."

He nodded. "That's understandable. Also, I forgot to say this but make sure to buy him clothes and turn his other weapons and his clothing in to be fixed and upgraded for a Hero Costume. Like I said before, he can keep his heirloom, just not out in public. It'll cause unnecessary questions."

She nodded.

XxX

Kakashi nodded and went more into the room to look around for anything he'd missed from his first time looking at it. She came up behind slowly, rubbing her arm.

"K-Kakashi." She called out. When he turned around, she knelt down to him, slowly reaching for him until her hand rested on his shoulder.

He froze up, he didn't know what to feel about it. He wanted to push her off but-

"I-I know you just met me. But I want to know that I'll always be here. I won't ever leave." She told him sincerely, her heart aching from the look in his eyes. She wished she could see his face. Beneath the mask.

Her smile stretched thin when he pulled away, his eyes blank just like the first time she met him. He adverted his gaze to the ground, never picking them up until she was leaving. She didn't realize the red, glowering eye barring into her back.

As she closed the door behind her, she began to panic, quickly pacing through her house until she reached her own room. She closed the door behind her, wondering worried that she had crossed his boundaries and moving too fast. She probably was from the way he reacted. She wouldn't have done if she'd known that he would react like that. But, strangely, she didn't regret it.

She'd never thought of having a child in a long time. She had a motherly instinct though, maybe it came from her Quirk. It was fierce, violent, something she found hard to control even with her intern. A sigh escaped her lips and she sunk into her bed, nearly flopping on it. What a long day.

She was fast asleep in seconds.

XxX

Kakashi stared emotionlessly out of the window, star lighting up the sky more than the crescent moon. He sat on the large window seal, slowly caressing the steel of his Clan's Heirloom; his father's blade.

Truly it was a beautiful sight, he thought, after counting how many starts he could see. He only wished he felt something toward it. Even it's beauty couldn't draw any emotion from him. He gripped the hilt tightly. He already knew why. His failure. He wouldn't be able to think, to love, to fight or anything else until he killed that Stone Ninja. It was the only thing on his mind, but he had to recover first. His chakra had been healing nicely. It would only be a couple of days now until he was fully recovered, and ready to take on the other Ninja.

He gripped the left side of his face, over his left eye socket. Over Obito's eye. Now his eye. His body was acclimating to the change in his chakra flow in his pathway's system. One of the reasons he was taking longer to recover, but he wouldn't dishonor Obito's gift. He didn't deserve even that.


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