Kakashi Days

Prologue

“So this is Konohagakure’s ninja academy,” a tall male stood in front of the gates of the small school. He looked to his lower right where a small girl stood beside him, holding onto his large hand tightly with her petite one. She didn’t look at him and her silver orbs were transfixed on the gathering students outside the school. Her bland expression didn’t reveal anything but the way her eyes sparkled, he could tell she was excited.

The middle aged man couldn’t help but smile. He kneeled down to her height, placing a hand on the top of her head. “Hey now,” he said softly. The small girl tore her gaze away from the other kids and focused her attention to him. “You are going to be alright, right?” he asked not even bothering to hide his worry and concern in his tone. “I mean, you can always wait until next year or the year after that. What if you get picked on because of your age or you can’t keep up with the lessons and fail, or what if an enemy organization takes over the school and takes you hostage-?” he rambled.

He stopped in his midsentence when a small finger was pressed to his lips, silencing him. He looked up and met her half-lidded steel silver orbs with his own hazel ones. Her neutral expression was unweaving and it helped him calm down, somewhat. Taking two of her small hands she placed them on his cheeks. “I will be fine,” she stated in her quiet calm voice, her tone void of emotion.

To others; she might have come off as cold and even intimidating. But to Kumori, Daiki; it was a sign of her comfort and concern.

His cheeks reddened slightly, flustered by her gesture. “A-Alright,” he agreed reluctantly standing up to his full height.

The tiny girl gazed up at him, a faint smile glazing over her lips. “Good boy,” she praised stoically, patting the side of his leg lightly. “I will see you later… Daiki.” She turned away from him and made her way to the other children her age.

From the distance Daiki watched with wide tear-filled eyes. Turning his head to the crystal clear blue sky he smiled slightly. “Your parents would be so proud…” he whispered out loud to himself, a few stray tears running down his cheekbones. He quickly rubbed them away when a streak of navy rushed past his form. Immediately recognizing the dark hair and familiar white and red fan imprinted on the back of his shirt he shook his head. “Torako, you are in for a very exciting year.”