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'Kyuubi thinking' "Kyuubi talking" POV change "Talking" 'Thinking' Time Skip (if any)

"Arashi-sensei?" Kakashi quietly said, not believing who was standing before him. A lot of thought were running through his head. His sensei was there, really there. He knew it wasn't a genjutsu or anything since he didn't sense it to be fake.

"Yep, pretty much," Arashi said, putting his hat on top of Kyosuke's head. Kyosuke smirked, tilting the hat up a bit so it didn't completely cover his face. "And what were you supposed to do, Kyo?"

"Hide," Kyosuke replied boredly.

"What is the point of teaching you if you are so easily distracted?"

"Ask mom. He doesn't concentrate easily and he gets along just fine."

"I'm not asking him, I'm asking you."

"Don't ask me."

Arashi sighed before turning his attention back to the Konoha ninjas. "You know, Naruto did give you a warning yesterday," he stated. "Now answer me this: why would you want to take my son somewhere that he doesn't want to be? He doesn't enjoy Konoha. He hates it there. Not that I blame them. Guess I gave Konoha too much credit."

"You're Naruto's father?" Neji asked.

"And the former Yondaime and the Akatsuki Leader. I'm a lot of things. Naruto's father would be one of them. And I believe that you are a Hyuuga? You and the girl next to you?"

"Neji and Hinata Hyuuga," Neji replied.

"Thought so," Arashi said before he looked down to Kyosuke. "Never underestimate a Hyuuga. They can see things that Sharingan can't."

"I'll keep that in mind," Kyosuke replied. "What about the Sabaku Ninjas?"

"I recognize the red-head as the vessel for the Shukaku, the living sand spirit. You're name's Gaara, right?" The red-head nodded, not taking his eyes that were fixed into a glare off of the blond man. "At least my memory isn't failing me."

Kyosuke scoffed. "Since when does anything fail you, gramps?" Kyosuke asked. The former Yondaime didn't reply.

"Sensei," Kakashi said, gaining the blond man's attention. "Why did you join the Akatsuki?"

"It was a 'no choice' thing. Sure, I couldn't go back to Konoha and keep an eye on my child to see if he would actually live the life I hoped he would live -apparently he didn't-, but I had to do something. I thought that since the Reaper of the Jutsu I used to seal the Kyuubi No Kitsune into Naruto would kill me if I went back to Konoha, back to Naruto, I thought I would do something to become stronger so the Reaper couldn't get me that easily. Then next thing I know, I'm the Leader of the Akatsuki and about sixteen years after that, Naruto comes up to me and asks to join the Akatsuki. Was really surprised when he told me he was pregnant with Kyosuke about four months before the kid was born."

"Quit calling me 'kid'," Kyosuke snarled.

"You are still a kid whether you deny it or not," Arashi stated.

"But I'm not weak like a kid. You said so yourself. I'm good enough to be ANBU Black Opt."

"True," the former Yondaime agreed. "And you are."

"How about you prove your strength?" Gaara suggested. He wasn't going to believe what anyone says about their strength unless he sees it.

Kyosuke looked up at Arashi, who was grinning like a maniac. "Any volunteers?" Kyosuke asked in a smug tone.

"If you're as good as you say you are," Neji said, "then I'll take you on."

"No offense to you, Hyuuga," Arashi interfered. "But Kyosuke would defeat you in a matter of seconds once he finds your blind spot. And he would find that easily. Kyosuke would need someone more of a challenge. How about you, Kakashi? I'm sure Kyo would enjoy sparring with you." He sent a stare towards Kakashi, looking at the silver-haired Jounin directly in the eye. Kakashi knew that stare all too well. Arashi wasn't giving him a choice. Kakashi nodded his head. "Good. Just to let you know ahead of time, Kakashi, Kyosuke isn't a simple child that you don't take seriously. He's a child that you should pay attention to all of his actions and moves. Kyosuke, remember what I told you about strength usage."

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