Midnight Storm (Uncompleted)

Draft

"The capacity to learn is a gift; the ability to learn is a skill; the willingness to learn is a choice."

~Brian Herbert

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I grew...attached to Minato. He was inexperienced like those chuunin substitutes in the academy and it showed. Training was hard. It's been nearly a week and Minato is soo annoying. He'll show me techniques that even beginning genin know but then tell me to use B-class jutsu!

However he was still the Minato-san in my memories. It's been several years since I've seen him up close. It's been awhile.

Sometimes I wonder.

What if Tou-san didn't...didn't die? Would everybody have been much nicer? Would I have a different teacher? Would—

I stop myself. It wouldn't matter. These are just ponderings. This is life.

Namikaze Minato is distant, I am only his student after all. Not a teammate, a friend, or even family. We do not know each other. He trains me to be a better shinobi and like a good student I listen. Right now we are playing a 'game.' A hunting game.

He hunts me and either I run or we mock battle. Only jutsu below C-class are allowed, nothing equivalent to B-class or above. This is just play after all. Minato gives me ten minutes to hide; more than enough time for a mere genin. However I am no mere genin and I do not wait for the man to find me. No I find him.

His golden hair practically glows in the sunlight. A hindrance in most situations but he is fast. Fast enough that his golden hair is no problem in the field of battle. At most his enemies see only a flash of yellow before they are pierced by blades.

Exhilaration crept up from inside me. Leighte as I think abo

Slowly I stalk closer from behind the man. Crouched low in the underbrush, still and silent. Not daring to let out the smallest of breaths or he might see me.

The taste of flesh and blood is a familiar one. One that I had grown used to as a cub. First a rabbit, a few mice, water fowl, then deer and geese. Geese are very mean. Internally I shudder at the memory their many teeth and vicious war cries. Those things are not normal.

Vicious cobra chickens.

However this blood. This was the taste of myself. Sharp iron, warm but soft somehow. I felt it on my tongueFamiliar in that I knew what it was but unfamiliar because it was me. I felt it on my tongue.

It was the first day of our student-

"Oh. Oh no. Are-are you okay?" For the first time since I met him, Minato stuttered.

"I-I apologize Kakashi-san."

It's been nearly a month since I turned nine.

Blue eyes widened. I scoffed.

"I hate you. I hate people like you. So hypocritical.

Weak, how very weak if he can't even stomach this much blood. How did he ever become a shinobi?

If this was how weak why was he my teacher?

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Why is he not moving? Is he playing with me?

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It's been nearly six months since he's become my sensei. Who are these people?