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“My great- great- well,” Sakumo paused then simply settled on. “grandma used to tell me these stories about a Shinobi, a Hell Hound. How do you feel about the name . . . Kakashi?”
Try as he might he could never find the name mentioned explicitly in a text as if great pains had been taken to remove it. Grand-mere never forgot though and told him the stories. Whether fanciful or not he had always enjoyed the tales about the founders. Sakumo had a mind like a steel trap and remembered them to this day.
“The man who was friends with Izuna?” his wife clarifies. “Hmm yes, it’s a good name.”
“Kakashi,” Sakumo said again liking the idea more and more. “Our little Kakashi.” He kissed his wife and pressed a raspberry on his son's stomach right were the birthmark that looked like a dog or wolf's head was.
Kakashi Madara thinks when young Obito first tells him. Obito. Hope swells up and takes wing.
“Bakashi-Hatake yeah he’s my teammate.” Obito prattles on unaware.“I gave him my eye.” He smiles ruefully. Madara who is also an Uchiha recognizes the love interlaced with bitterness in his words.
“Don’t speak of him.” It hurts too much. “Not another word . .” He warns for himself as much as the younger man. “He is gone now.”
Obito looks ready to revolt. “No.” He protests. This is the only time the other has fought his hold.
“He has abandoned you.” Madara continues his chest tight.
Within the younger Uchiha’s eyes, a storm brews at his words.
Madara can’t see that not before it's too late.
He only has the memories of soft silver hair in his hand and of a warm voice in his ear.
That night Kakashi had told him the names of the two that had died of his shame. Rin. Obito.
Madara had clutched those two names to him and sworn to never betray him that way. To never leave.
In the end, he wasn’t the one to leave first. In the face of this, his resolve to tear the entire world apart solidifies.
“Izuna?” Madara breathes like a prayer when he first lays eyes on Sasuke.
“Get the hell away from him,” Naruto yells arms waving as if he could ward the elder Uchiha off.
Madara's nose wrinkles “I can see your taste hasn’t improved brother. First Tobirama now this," disdain oozed from his pores, "loudmouth.”
“Hn.” Sasuke clarifies.
Naruto beams nearly swelling over with pride at his teammate defending him.
Madara shook himself in the face of that megawatt smile, “You're not my brother.”
“Hn. ” Sasuke agrees lunging forward to run him through with a kunai. A curtain of dark hair whips around Madara as he answered in kind.
The clearing quickly becomes a ruin, Naruto flies through seals bellowing challenges and Sasuke indiscriminately sets things on fire.
Madar weaves through the flames Sharingan spinning and chakra roaring through his body. Sasuke is favoring his left shoulder, this time his blade isn't quite fast enough and Madara bares his teeth in delight. "Slow, brother,"
"Hn," Sasuke smirks, and Madara's vision fills with grey.
Chakara as achingly familiar as his own opposes him and Madara stays his hand when team seven's sensei attacks.
He whirls away even as his soul cries out aching against the confines of his body.
Madara watches, seethes, unable to do anything as Kakashi convinces Obito to leave his cause.
Orochimaru is a survivalist with a plan A through E.
In retrospect, it’s no surprise that this whole trying to control the founders doesn’t really work out for him. Perhaps in the bleakest reaches of himself, he’ll admit he didn’t intend it too.
“Where’s Madara” The man demands. His silver hair spills over the hound mask perched on his face. At his hip, he grips a Sabre whose sheath bares the Uchiha fan.
“Sakumo?” Orochimaru squints no, it's not him. The armor he wears is the same Uchiha red as his Sharingan eye. He wouldn’t be caught wearing those colors. The clan's fan is once more proudly displayed on his back. “Kakashi?” He ventures- a long shot.
Narrow eyes regard him, “Yes.” The man answers, removing the porcelain mask, “How do you know my name?" The sword is pulled from its sheath and leveled almost faster then he can avoid, "Where is Madara?"
"Madara is alive and trying to take over the world.” Orochimaru began pleased. His Jutsu must have some malfunctions that's all the directive was still there. Another distant explosion and Kakashi quirks his head as if the sound is familiar. “Attempting to destroy the world rather.” Orochimaru amends.
The shinobi laughed and twirled his blade,“That’s my Angel so huffy. He gets these little fits sometimes and takes over a village or two then claims the world is next." Kakashi continued as if they were having Dango over tea and not discussing the fate of the world. " He’s very passionate always rages a bit and blows a few things up. It’s adorable.” Kakashi sighs and Orochimaru would almost consider it lovelorn.
“YOU'RE NOT KAKASHI-SENSEI!" Naruto bellows at the top of his lungs pointing dramatically.
“Hn.” Sasuke confirms and the usual flat line of his face twitches when his shuriken misses.
It’s true the man Naruto’s gesturing at does share the same spiky silver hair except it’s a bit longer and somewhat wilder. That mask is there just over his nose and mouth. There’s still the Sharingan eye and a scar.
The grin he gives them is feral and not an expression they’ve ever seen Kakashi Sensei wear. Sakura privately thinks of the few times she’s caught a glimpse of that same scary depth in their Kakashi’s eye.
“No.” The man agrees. “I’m Kakashi The Hellhound of Konoha, of the Uchiha. ”
The most startling difference besides the visible eye is the Warring States era red armor with slight white accents and a huge Uchiha fan embezzled on the back and front like a claiming mark. He has a Katana strapped to him and a Sabre in his hand.
“Hn.” Sasuke articulates.
“Sasuke’s right.” Naruto barrels on. “You can’t be Kakashi he’s Kakashi. Besides, there’s no way your an Uchiha with that hair. ”
“Maa- perhaps we are both Kakashi.” The man taped his chin, “Not an Uchiha? I’m sure my husband would disagree.” The, not Kakashi-sensei but still Kakashi said.
As for why that had never been in any history lesson well. . .Sakura resolved to beat up the next historian who tried to call two male ninja ready to tear the world apart for each other 'friends'.
All the other founders draw up short, wind whistles and Hashirama trips over his own jutsu so quickly does he stop dueling the ancient Uchiha clan head.
Tobirama growls. “About time you showed up he’s more unhinged than usual.” Then the Senju takes an interest in Sasuke that has Naruto bristling and spitting.
The most startling reaction, however, is Madara. “K-Kakashi.” The man breathes. He’d looked stricken when team sevens Sensei first appeared and had, for the most part, avoided fighting the man yet now his face is overwrought with anguish.
The man, Kakashi, tilts his head and smiles softly. “Yes, Angel?”
Madara lets out a noise somewhere between a sob and a scream. “My Kakashi.” He sags then draws himself up closing the distance across the battlefield flying towards the man.
“What’s all this nonsense about pulling down the moon not that I don’t appreciate the gesture, very romantic but-” Hands tracing all over his body cut off his words.
“Kakashi, Kakashi, my Kakashi,” Madara repeats his name like a mantra gripping him. “I have no need for the moon when I hold the stars in my hand.” He pulls the mask down and hauls him in close for a searing kiss.
“Hn,” Sasuke exclaims.
“What the hell bastard!’ Naruto shouts interpreting his speech via star signs. “What do you mean worthy of an Uchiha- why I’ll show you worthy of an Uchiha!”
“Aww young love,” Sakura simpers then promptly knocks them both out.
“Obito,” Kakashi says. “I’ll settle for another copy of Icha Icha.”
“You pervert.” Obito rolls his eyes then recognition hits him. “Oh, what the hell Bakashi?" He sputters blushing. "As if you're good enough to make me steal the moon-cheap skate- you’ll have to settle for eggplant for dinner tonight.”
Tobirama shakes his head and goes to find the long-haired man who summoned them in the first place, he had determined eyes and a clever mind, just his type of friend. Besides he didn’t want Madara to lose Kakashi twice they had a sword fight to settle.