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Kakashi was nine when he dyed his hands with blood again. Three years younger than in his first life.
He looked impassively at the scene with orange eyes burning purple.
Two corpses were sprawled on the ground bleeding red on the pavement.
One was a pretty blond woman with a red dress, the pearls that decorated her neck formerly lay scattered on the ground.
Her dead eyes glazed staring at the sky as blood dripped from her chin. Her's was a quick death. Kakashi just needed to be in the right position and with quick hands, he snapped her neck.
The other was a large man in an expensive suit, clearly Italian.
This one was messier than he would have liked. With blood splattering over the wall where the corpse was leaning on. The upper half of their body was blown to bits and scattered on the streets.
Although Kakashi was careful not to let any splatter on him. No matter how naive Nana was, even she would notice if her child was drenched in blood.
The shinobi was experimenting with those purple flames that he gained. Kakashi then learned that its vital ability was Propagation.
It involves increasing of size and multiplication of numbers to anything he applied his flames on. It had many great applications and Kakashi could already list up to a hundred ways to finish off a target within 10 minutes of discovering it.
So he just let his flames brush up against the man and multiplied and magnified something vital—like the blood cells in such a large quantity and speed that their body burst.
This way was very messy and in such a peace-seeking world, would cause too much attention. Next time he needed to find a more demure way to use it.
The reason why these two ended the way that they were was that apparently, they recognized him. As the son of one Sawada Iemitsu.
They tried to kidnap him off the street but just as the woman grabbed onto him, Kakashi did what he does best. When he came about, the two were already dead.
It all happened in less than 3 minutes. Kakashi is getting slow.
He blinked at the scene and fixed the mask he had on.
Kakashi finally managed to convince Nana to get him one of those face masks. Nana bought him a variety of colors but Kakashi only ever wore the black one.
At first, people raised an eyebrow at the get-up but they soon waved it off as a Tsuna-thing that came with the eccentricity of being a child genius.
Kyoya who seems to take on and consider Kakashi as a teacher—after a few battles where he proved to be unable to defeat him and instead decided to learn from him—tried to wear a mask as well much to his father's despair and mother's amusement. But the young Skylark only managed it for two days before becoming annoyed with the piece of cloth and throwing it away.
Kakashi wasn't much of a willing participant in Kyoya's training regimen but the brat could be stubborn to a fault that would have rivaled Sasuke.
So in the end he became the tiny menace's sensei. Boy do Kakashi never run out of names to call the Skylark.
The shinobi sees so many characteristics of his stubborn student in Hibari Kyoya and so much potential that the instructor and ninja in him couldn't help but feel a loss when he thought of such talents not being in use. The wars were brutal, every capable person was sent out. Age didn't matter, if you were capable of using a kunai and knowing where to aim then you would have been shipped off to the flames of battle.
Kakashi sees something in Hibari Kyoka and that is what made him willing to teach the kid.
What he saw on the child was not his students nor Obito. What he sees most is a reflection of a silver-haired child, too talented and so much potential. Stubborn and headstrong. Didn't know how good he got it or how naive he was until he lost everything. Kakashi pushes the thoughts and realization away. Because if he didn't, then maybe one day he wouldn't see the difference and wrap his hands around Kyoya's fragile neck and squeeze. Just like how he wanted to do to his naive self.
Kakashi couldn't just leave the corpses here. It would cause panic in this peaceful town. It wasn't that easy for him to dispose of a body without his jutsu and chakra.
But maybe, a little fire was less likely to cause mayhem than two bloody bodies on the street.
Kakashi grabbed a match from his school bag and lit it up. He dropped it on the two corpses and used his purple flames. To propagate the burning ember into a whirlwind of inferno.
The police and fire department was called when a large cyclone-like fire appeared on one of the more secluded streets.
No one was harmed or houses destroyed and the fire was quickly extinguished. But the whole street was charred black. Only ashes remain of what were the two corpses. Never to be found again.
Retired assassins and hitmen aware of the dying will flame would look at this news and shake their heads.
Tsuyoshi Yamamoto took one look at the remains of the street and hid a dark look in his eyes. He made sure to keep his son inside the house for the whole week afterward.
What he saw was clearly a cloud disposing of a couple of bodies. He just hoped that it was a passing cloud and not one looking to make Namimori its permanent residence and territory. A child budding into a cloud like the Hibari's kid, he could handle. But a fully grown experienced cloud?
Tsuyoshi took out his sword from where he had long hidden it away as he thought he would never wield it again as he left his past. He's willing to die protecting this town that held the memories of his department wife and the place he wanted his son to grow up peacefully. That was a promise.
Kakashi returned home to the worried Nana who had heard of the large flame.
He comforted her and promised that he was nowhere near the fire.
Nana looked relieved and urged him to follow her to the kitchen for lunch.
Unaware that her dear Tsu-kun's nails were caked with blood and the smell of ash and smoke clung to his clothes.
Kakashi finally found a reliable source of information about the flames and the mafia world in total when Nana brought him to a sushi restaurant of all places.
As the good Shinobi that he was, he began to gather all the information he could the moment that Nono and Iemitsu left their doorstep four years ago.
He searched for high and low on the internet and every information gathering device that this world offered yet found nothing. It was a clean slate.
The Vindice were very serious with their job.
Because Iemitsu didn't even stay in the house he barely got anything from the old man's room. The only significant thing he found was a small briefcase hidden under the floorboards along with a loaded gun.
The briefcase had an elaborate gold insignia that showcased a single golden bullet as its main. The word Vongola was inscribed under the insignia on a banner.
When Kakashi picked the lock of the briefcase, he found a couple of old papers and a picture.
The paper's content was written in Italian and briefly talks about 'familigias' and an organization called 'Varia'. From there Kakashi was able to piece together that Iemitsu was in a crime organization in Italy known as the mafia while Nono was Familia's boss. It also discussed flame but not to a great extent.
It informed him that the flames came in seven colors with each giving its users an ability depending on the color of the flame.
The picture was an old black and white photo of a man that greatly resemble Kakashi's new appearance. It was unnerving. They could pass off as his twin aside from the more foreign tilt to the man's genetics. Kakashi would eat his mask if the guy wasn't an ancestor of his.
But that brought in more questions. Just how involved was Iemitsu with the mafia? Was he someone that just joined or was this a matter of their bloodlines and their ancestors have been in the Vongola for a long time?
If that was the case then it looked like Iemitsu was hoping to cut off the Sawada Families' ties to the Mafia by leaving himself as the last participant.
But according to what he listened to years ago. If Iemitsu had found that he had gone active then it was either the man would be forced to bring him to the mafia or do an alternative.
Analyzing what he had known about Iemitsu, the latter was more likely.
The man was too arrogant and controlling to let something ruin his delusions of a happy simple family. He would have done anything to keep his dear Nana and Tuna-fishy away from the big bad mafia. Anything.
Back at the restaurant, they decided to visit the said establishment because Kakashi had topped his school again.
Nana wanted to celebrate and decided to bring Kakashi to the place where she would buy sushi from.
Admittedly, the young prodigy was excited as well because the sushi that Nana brought to the house tasted better than anywhere else he had tried in this new world.
That was why they arrived in Takesushi and Kakashi met the first 'hunter' he had seen after Iemitsu and Nono.
This one was a deadly blade, someone who knew the art of swordsmanship well enough that they integrated it into everything he did. A true swordsman. But someone who had the audacity and ability to retire. A sharp blade sheathed into its scabbard, lightly rusted but still deadly.
Their eyes met and a killer met another killer. They would always recognize each other. The blood never truly washed off your soul after all. Eyes jaded and things such as innocence and morals bathe in black tar.
Kakashi smiled at the man but there was no warmth in his eyes. The man looked like he was ready to puke with a pale face.
"Hello, Yamamoto-san! I brought my little Tsu-kun today. He's been a really smart boy and scored top at school again. That's why I thought it'd be a nice idea if I brought him here to celebrate"
The man turned his head to Nana with wide eyes, unbelieving as the reality settled over him.
Yes, the child with the eyes of an experienced assassin who was bleeding cloud flames all over was Nana's kid. The little Tsu-kun that she liked to gush about.
Yamamoto turned back their sights back on him and Kakashi greeted him innocently with an eye smile and a finger salute. As if the earlier meeting that oozed bloodlust was nothing but an illusion.
The whole meal was a tense affair but as oblivious as always, Nana didn't notice a thing.
Their eyes met again as Nana and he left the restaurant. It was a promise to meet again.
That was why the man wasn't as surprised when Kakashi climbed out of his window at nearly midnight.
The man sat properly on the tatami mat with his blade laying on his lap and hand.
When the man unsheathed his blade, Kakashi took out the kunai and blade he had secretly bought from the underground market.
In the night, only the sound of faint blades clashing into each other resounded in the room. Too skilled assassins battling with silent killing intent.
No need to worry about witnesses since Yamamoto had made sure that his child had ended up staying with a friend that night.
The battle ended with Kakashi having a slight cut on his cheek and elbow. Yamamoto didn't fare well as he ended up dropping to a knee while painting the tatami mat around him red. A large gash over his chest and leg as well as a dislocated arm.
Kakashi retracted his weapon back into his pockets and smiled at the man.
"Maa, now that's done. How about you be a nice uncle and tell me everything you know. I seem to have missed a memo somewhere about these flames you see"
Yamamoto froze, then looked for signs of mockery and lies. When he saw none, he suddenly burst out laughing, shoulders shaking and a non-injured hand over his face as he bent over.
"You little monster", he spat out with eyes burning blue.
And that's how Kakashi learned about the mafia, dying will flames, and the Vongola.