A Mask with Another Mask |Naruto Fanfic| REWRITE

Chapter 1

No one POV

"Hey, look it's him!"

"Yeah, the bastards son!"

"He shouldn't be allowed to be here! The Hokage should just get rid of him, both of them!"

"How dare the Hatake brat show his face around here!"

Civilians conspicuously pointed and whispered profanities as Kakashi walked down the streets, acting as if he wouldn't be able to hear them. However, with his heightened senses, it was easy to hear their whispers. Although, even without such ability, it really wouldn't be hard to figure out what they were saying.

Kakashi kept his head up, clearing all emotion from his face in an attempt to seem unfazed. Though the way his body tensed up would say otherwise. He continued to walk down the street until someone stepped in his path.

Kakashi looked up to see amiddle aged man who appeared to be a jonin, red faced and glaring with the promise of excruciating pain.

A chill went down his spin.

"You! It's all your fault! If your worthless father hadn't abandoned his mission my daughter wouldn't have died," the man yelled. Civilians turned their heads, looking towards the scene unfolding before them.

Inhaling sharply, Kakashi clenched his hands into fists and gritted his teeth together, trying not to loose his composure. Because even though he knew that breaking the rules made you scum, he still didn't like when people insulted his father. Because no matter what, no matter how he treated him or what decision he made, Sakumo was his father. The person who raised and was always there for him. The person he looked up to and loved.

The man continued, "What?! Not going to say anything! This war and all these deaths, it's all because of that traitor!"

Traitor

The word echoed through his mind, a bitter laugh making its way up his throat. It was always that one word. Traitor they called him. Traitor they called us. After every thing the White Fang had done, had sacrificed for this village. For his home, his pack this is how he is treated for one little mistake. It been years and yet they still haven't forgotten. Kakashi dug his nails into his palm, trying to repress his irration, but no matter how hard the Hatake tried he could not suppress the anger that was slowly bubbling over and engulfing his mind.                                                                                           

Kakashi snapped.                                 

With a undertone of spite, he spit the words out like poison, "What makes you qualified to label someone a traitor?"

Hearing this the Jonin stopped his rant and looked at him in shock, not expecting to hear such words, but his expression soon contorted into pure rage, "You little brat! If your going to side with that bastard then you should just go to hell with him!"

The man's fist collided into the chunin's face, knocking him onto the ground. Startled, Kakashi sat frozen for a second looking at the Jonin who was preparing for another attack. Instincts kicking in, he scrambled to his feet and tried to get away. However, he didn't get far as the man yanked him back by his arm, taking out a kunai, aiming it at his heart.

"Die scum!"

Kakashi glanced at the kunai, eyes wide . With adrenaline pumping through his veins he yanked his arm from his bruising grip and tried to put distance between him and his attacker.

But he wasn't fast enough.

Searing pain flared up in Kakashi's left arm as the kunai sliced through his arm guard into his flesh. But he didn't have time to agonize over the pain as the offender got ready for another strike. Ignoring his injury he ran as fast as he could, away from the crowd that had formed.