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Like Dad	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 556 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's note: Something old I digged up when I was going through my list of fics that I'd started. Finally got around to finishing it. Not sure about the ending, but ...
Other updates will be posted soon! I'm working on them, it's just not going as smoothly as I would like it to *sighs*
Warnings: OC's pov; canon divergent after the war; established slash; vague MPreg; splashes of violence; some timeskips
I hope you'll like it! (In spite of the not so good ending ...)
Like Dad
Kazutaka knew his parents were special. Not only because they were both men instead of a woman and a man, but they were also special because of who they were.
Papa was the Seventh Hokage, the most important person in the whole village! He was the one who kept them all safe, the one who would defend them if something bad were to happen. Not only that, but he was also one of the strongest shinobi alive, one of the main heroes of the war.
Dad was just as strong as papa was. He was also famous in his own way, because he was an Uchiha. The Uchiha clan had been very famous apparently, one of the strongest and oldest clans in the village. But they had all died before Kazutaka was even born, so he had never even known his grandparents or his uncle, dad's brother. It was only him and dad still left; sometimes he got sad about that, because from what dad and papa told him, Uncle Itachi and his grandparents – on both sides! – had been really amazing.
What made dad strong was his Sharingan and his Rinnegan. The Sharingan was a Kekkei Genkai of the Uchiha; one of the most powerful in existence. Kazutaka didn't know much about the Sharingan yet; dad stating that he would tell him more once he was older. But he was already seven years old! That was pretty old already, no? Apparently not old enough yet according to dad. He hadn't even seen dad using it yet, because he never activated it when he was sparring with papa and he didn't take Kazutaka with him on his missions.
Dad wasn't the only one who possessed a special power. Papa had the Kyuubi inside him, a nine tailed fox; the strongest of all the bijuu – or so Kyuubi claimed every time. Papa always had to laugh before agreeing that that was true, but Kazutaka had no idea whether papa was joking or actually serious. Either way Kazutaka liked the Kyuubi, because the fox let him often play with his tails. Nine chakra tails would sprout from papa's back then and Kazutaka would be allowed to try to attack them.
He always did his best, determined to get at least one hit in ever since papa reassured him he could never hurt the tails really badly, but the Kyuubi was a tricky being just like in the fairy tales and so far Kazutaka hadn't managed to land one big hit yet. The tails would dance around him, picking him up around his waist and tossing him up in the air a couple of times, until he would drop his kunai or his shuriken. Kazutaka never minded that, because it was incredible fun to be thrown into the air like that, feeling so weightless but knowing that papa and Kyuubi would always be there to catch him in time.
At first dad hadn't been happy to discover how exactly the Kyuubi played with Kazutaka but after he'd seen how careful papa and the fox being were, he would only stand there and occasionally roll his eyes. Sometimes he would make remarks that sounded like a joke but which had Kyuubi growling and papa admonishing dad to stop taunting Kyuubi so much. Kazutaka never minded the jokes; even when growling, Kyuubi still sounded so funny. Probably because it was a hilarious sight to see papa chiding dad while behind him Kyuubi's chakra head hovered and glared at dad.
Kazutaka was the only one to think that the Kyuubi was funny, though. Seven years old he might be, but that didn't mean he was stupid or deaf. He heard what people said about dad, about papa and the Kyuubi. How it was such a "shame" that their Hokage still had the Kyuubi and would be a target outside of Konoha. How dad shouldn't be allowed to walk free because he was "dangerous" and "cunning" and "evil".
Every time he heard them talk like that about his parents, about Kyuubi, it made him very angry to the point when he just wanted to punch them. What did they know about his parents? Papa said it was partly thanks to Kyuubi that he had become so strong in the first place! Kyuubi had helped him win the war! And dad evil? Dad could never be evil! How could he be evil when he always tucked in Kazutaka every evening – the only exception when he was on a long mission – and told him a story? How could he be dangerous when he always made sure that neither Kazutaka or papa got hurt? He didn't really know what 'cunning' meant, but it probably wasn't a good thing because the villagers always spat it out. Whatever it meant, dad couldn't be it, because dad was always sweet and warm and protective, always there for Kazutaka no matter how tired he might be.
How could the villagers be so mean to dad and papa when they clearly didn't know them? They didn't see papa pulling funny faces when he made breakfast and he accidentally cooked the eggs or the rice too long. They didn't see dad entering the kitchen in the morning and wrapping his arm around papa's waist before kissing his neck, teasing him about how he messed up breakfast again. They never saw the sweet smiles that dad and papa gave each other, the quick but sweet kisses they would exchange before they would notice Kazutaka walking into the room, ready to eat.
They didn't see dad and papa hugging him tightly and papa leaving office early just to play with him. They ignored dad holding his hand when they walked through the village, whether that was on their way home from Kazutaka's school or going to the stores.
They didn't know dad and papa at all and Kazutaka really hated their mean words and foul looks. Whenever he became too angry, though, he would always cling to the words papa had spoken to him before, when he'd confided in the older man how much he disliked the villagers' behaviour.
"Let them talk. At the end of the day, your dad and I love you. We're family and that's all that matters."
And that was true. Sure, the villagers' nasty words were hurtful at times – but at the end of the day Kazutaka had the most amazing parents in the world and that was something the others could only wish for, he was sure.
Ever since Kazutaka realised just how special dad's eyes were, he had been eager to see them, curious how they would differ from his own. Dad never wanted to show them, though, stating over and over again that Kazutaka was still too young. He would show them when he was older, dad promised, and always changed the subject whenever the young boy would ask when he would be old enough then. He'd even tried appealing to papa to get dad to show his eyes, but that was the sole issue papa refused to budge on.
"I don't mind your dad showing you his Sharingan, sweetheart," Papa always said; his blue eyes soft, "but that's a decision your dad has to make and I'm not going to nag him about it. That wouldn't be nice."
So Kazutaka had resigned himself to waiting for however long it would take for dad to show him just how amazing the Sharingan was. He did attend as many sparring matches between his parents as he could, though, hoping each and every time that dad would forget his presence and would use his Sharingan to spar with papa. He never forgot.
As it turned out, Kazutaka didn't have to wait that long after all to see the Sharingan in action – but it was in a whole different situation than he'd expected.
It happened when they were on their way back from visiting Gaara-ji-san. Papa had to see him for official Kage business and they had stayed an extra day just for fun. Kazutaka liked spending time with the red haired man; he had a lot of cool stories about papa to share and he didn't mind showing off his abilities with sand. He'd been a Jinchuuriki like papa, but unlike papa, he no longer had his bijuu after an evil organisation had taken it away from him.
"Do you miss your bijuu?" Kazutaka had asked curiously during one of their visits.
Gaara-ji-san had looked at him contemplatively; his green eyes alight with so many emotions, the little boy couldn't really make out which one was most prominent. In the end the Kazekage had merely smiled faintly and had murmured, "Yeah, I do."
Even without the bijuu, though, Gaara-ji-san was still incredibly powerful with sand and he and papa had held a mock match before they'd left Suna with no clear winner in the end. It had still been exciting, however, just as exciting as seeing dad and papa spar. Now they were on their way home again, taking a lesser known route through the woods because Kazutaka loved looking at all the flowers he could see here and dad said it was safer anyways. Papa would always roll his eyes, but he never protested taking this route.
Except today it wasn't safe.
One moment, Kazutaka's attention was caught by two squirrels arguing about a walnut and the next, an explosion rocked the earth. He screamed in surprise, losing his balance when the earth shook too much and tumbled down between some prickly bushes, which snagged at his clothes and stung his skin when he wrestled himself out of it.
The second he was upright again, his breathing hitched and fear curled up in his belly when he saw they were surrounded by a big group of masked shinobi. They all had their weapons out: kunai, shuriken, swords glistening in the warm sunlight, rising high up in the sky. They attacked without saying a word.
Papa cursed, his hands flashing quickly through a set of signs and instantly fifteen clones appeared, crowding the place and keeping the enemy away from Kazutaka.
"Papa," Kazutaka said, voice trembling, and he knew he shouldn't be scared now, he couldn't be, not if he wanted to become a great shinobi just like his parents, but there were so many enemies suddenly, so many shuriken and kunai swishing through the air, blood spurting everywhere and …
Papa quickly bent to him, brushing a hand over his cheek. "It's going to be fine, I swear, just stay here okay?" he said urgently and nodded to one of his clones before jumping into the fray, bringing one shinobi down with a well-placed kick.
"B-but …"
Clone papa smiled reassuringly at him, hovering close and blocking him from sight. "It'll be okay; this will be over very soon."
He knew he shouldn't worry, because dad and papa were amazingly strong, the strongest ever, and already five enemies were out for the count, but there were just so many and …
"Naruto!" Dad suddenly yelled.
For the first time dad actually sounded panicked and before the clone could cover his eyes, Kazutaka whirled around, his mouth dropping open in shock when he saw that one enemy was about to stab papa in his back. Papa who was wrestling with two enemies right now, who couldn't turn around to protect himself from the third one and none of the clones could aid him because they were all fighting other people. Heart in his throat, his stomach twisting viciously, Kazutaka was about to run to papa to do something, to help him, even when he didn't know what he could do, but he had to do something, had to help papa before he got hurt, had to –
Red flashed and suddenly there was something purple encasing papa, a giant arm wrapping around him completely, lifting him right out of the battle, and then dad was there, his eyes blood red and purple and spinning dangerously; his handsome features twisted in a snarl when black flames surrounded several of the enemies. They shouted in alarm, tried to jump out of the circle, but more and more black flames just got added until one of the enemies' mask caught on fire and he started to scream.
Kazutaka's breath left him in a painful woosh when he was suddenly picked up around his waist and Clone papa jumped into the tree with him, keeping him carefully pressed against his chest as they climbed higher and higher.
"We'll wait here until the battle is finished, okay?" he said, his smile soft and reassuring. "It'll be over very soon now, I promise."
Kazutaka didn't really want to be stuck here, this high up in the tree when he couldn't see what was going on, when he couldn't see how dad and papa were doing, but at the same time he knew they were all right still. Because if they weren't okay, if papa would be too hurt, the clone wouldn't be here anymore. The clone was here still, though, keeping him on his lap, humming softly to him, and so Kazutaka just closed his eyes and hid his face in the clone's shirt, ignoring the sounds of the battle raging underneath them.
What he didn't ignore, however, was the sight his mind kept returning to: that of a blood red eye swirling back and a bright purple one, flashing dangerously.
The Sharingan and Rinnegan.
"Do you think I'll get the Sharingan too?"
It was his bedtime. It had been hours since they'd returned from Suna, hours since that mean group had tried to attack them. They hadn't succeeded, because of course dad and papa had been stronger than them, but it had still been rather somewhat scary. Once he got past the fear, though, aided by the fact that both his parents had come out of that fight with only some bruises and scratches, Kazutaka hadn't been able to think about nothing else but dad's Sharingan he'd seen. The Sharingan which had shifted forms so quickly, it had been almost dizzying to witness it.
He knew the Sharingan had a base form and the stronger the person was, the more forms it could take, but that was the extent of what he knew and he definitely had never seen the various shapes in action before.
He had today, though, and it only reaffirmed his belief that dad was absolutely amazing and such a badass! The Sharingan was so cool, he couldn't wait to have it himself one day!
Papa looked at him surprised, stepping away from where he'd gone to draw the curtains close. "Why do you ask that?"
Kazutaka tilted his head to the left, wrapping his arms around his raised knees. He wasn't feeling all that sleepy yet, not with how excited he still was about finally having seen dad's Sharingan. "Because it would be so cool to have it!" he declared; fingers digging into his kneecaps. "Dad can do a lot with the Sharingan, can't he? That purple arm, that was his Sharingan, right, the one that helped you? And those black flames, that's also because of the Sharingan, right? Do you think I'll be able to do all of that too once I get the Sharingan? How do you get the Sharingan, papa, is it something I can try now?"
"Whoa, whoa!"
Kazutaka shut up immediately, flushing when he realised he'd been rambling, not letting papa actually answer, but he couldn't help it! To think the Sharingan was capable of all those amazing moves … How much more could it do? What kind of amazing powers was it capable of?
"Kazutaka, why do you want the Sharingan so badly?" Papa questioned and sat down next to him on his bed.
The young boy blinked at him, bemused by the what he thought to be stupid question. "Because it's cool and I want to be strong like dad," he said. Wasn't that obvious? He knew he couldn't be as strong as papa because he didn't have Kyuubi in him, but he could try to be as strong as dad, no? He just needed to know how to get the Sharingan and once he knew that, he would be just as strong as dad and dad wouldn't have to be the lone Sharingan user anymore.
Papa smiled, squeezing his ankle through the blanket, but his smile was odd, like he wasn't entirely happy.
"What's wrong, papa?" Kazutaka asked, frowning. He didn't think he had said anything wrong. "You're cool too, but I know I can't be as strong as you because I don't have Kyuubi. But I can be as strong as dad when I have the Sharingan," he hastened to explain, worried that papa might be hurt about what he'd said about dad being strong.
"You don't need to have the Sharingan to be strong," Papa assured him, but that didn't really answer his question.
"I know, but it would make me a lot stronger!" he protested, leaning forwards. "So, how do I get the - "
"You don't want the Sharingan, Kazutaka, trust me."
Kazutaka jumped in surprise, gaping at dad who was standing in the doorway; his face unnervingly blank. He wasn't glaring, but he didn't really look happy either and Kazutaka licked his lips nervously, wondering what he had said wrong.
"But I do," he protested meekly, worrying the blanket between his fingers. "It made you a lot stronger against those mean guys today and I - "
"The Sharingan isn't worth it," Dad said clipped.
Papa looked at him. "Sasuke …"
"Why not?" Kazutaka demanded, frowning. "It's what helped papa today when you used it, so it's really worth it! It makes you stronger!"
Dad closed his eyes for a moment, seemed to inhale deeply, and when he opened his eyes next, Kazutaka gasped softly when instead of black eyes, he was staring right into the red Sharingan.
"These eyes?" Dad pointed at them, sounding bitter. "You only get them when you go through something really horrible, Kazutaka, and I never ever want you to be in a situation like that."
"What do you mean, horrible?" Kazutaka asked in a small voice, curling his knees as tightly against his chest as he could.
"Sasuke, maybe this is not - " Papa tried to say, but dad shook his head and came closer.
When he spoke, his voice was soft and somehow hurt as if he was thinking about bad stuff. "You only develop the Sharingan when someone who is really close to you gets really badly hurt or is in a lot of danger. When you think you're going to lose that person … that's when you develop the Sharingan. Sometimes it happens because you lost that person who's really important to you."
"Is that – is that what happened to you, dad?" Kazutaka could barely raise his voice above a whisper; a horrible feeling settling in his tummy.
Dad nodded slowly. "That's what happened to me, yes." He looked at papa then, who was staring back with large eyes. He gripped papa's hand, curling their fingers together. "I got my Sharingan because during one of our first missions, your papa got really badly hurt and he was in a lot of trouble; I was afraid I was going to lose him. So I got my Sharingan to protect your papa."
He leant forwards then, loosening his grip around papa's hand to stroke Kazutaka's hair back. "But Kazutaka, I never want you to be in a situation where someone you really love is hurting badly," he said, voice soft but intense. "The powers of the Sharingan? They aren't worth seeing the people you love in pain, okay?"
"But it helped you save papa today," Kazutaka said meekly.
He hadn't known this about the Sharingan. No wonder dad had said he would only tell him when he was older. If you only got the Sharingan because someone you loved, was being hurt … That was a horrible way to become stronger.
No wonder dad never looked happy whenever Kazutaka talked about the Sharingan.
"It did and there's nothing wrong with the Sharingan," Papa said; his eyes soft when he glanced at dad. "But your dad is right: neither of us ever want you to be in a situation where you have to watch someone you love being in pain so much. If you ever get the Sharingan, that's fine. If you don't, that's fine too. You'll be one hell of a shinobi either way, I promise," he smiled and held out his bandaged hand for a fist bump.
Kazutaka smiled weakly, bumping their fists together. "I'm sorry, dad, I didn't know," he whispered, looking down at his blanket, feeling ashamed. "I just wanted to be like you."
Dad sighed; the small gust ruffling Kazutaka's hair. "I'm not mad, Kazutaka. Just … don't worry about being strong, okay? You're going to be great, with or without Sharingan."
They hugged him tightly before wishing him goodnight and leaving together; their hands linked together.
When Kazutaka laid down, curling up underneath his blanket even though it wasn't so cold anymore, he thought about the Sharingan still and how you could only get it if someone you loved was hurt or in danger. For the first time since knowing about the Sharingan, he wasn't so anxious anymore about gaining it.
Not if it meant that he had to watch his loved ones being hurt.
"Go," Papa said lovingly, shooing away dad. "You're such a worrywart, oh my god. I'll be fine!"
"Well, excuse me for being worried," Dad snipped; his eyes narrowed as he quicky looked around them. "This isn't just people from Konoha visiting the fair."
"I know, I know," Papa said placatingly and brushed their lips together, winking at Kazutaka when the boy giggled. "But Karin needs your help and there are way too many people around for anyone to try something."
That only made dad narrow his eyes even further; his hand twitching on papa's hip. "Or this makes it the best way to try something precisely because they can slip away in the crowd."
"Man, you really are pessimistic," Papa sighed loudly, shaking his head. "Look, I'm not planning on staying at the fair for long, all right? Kazutaka and I, we're just going to take a look around and then we're going back home."
"Yeah, it's no fun without you, dad," Kazutaka piped up. He loved fairs, but he liked attending them with both his parents even more.
That wouldn't happen until tonight, though, because Karin-ba-chan needed dad's help with something so he would be gone for a while.
"Can't help being worried," Dad muttered, scowling, even as he dipped his head down to kiss papa again. This time he also rested his hand against papa's stomach, which in recent weeks had started growing, becoming more noticeable.
It was still too early for Kazutaka to feel his baby brother or baby sister kick, though, which he was still disappointed about. He had made papa swear to immediately come get him once the baby started kicking, because he didn't want to miss that!
"We'll be fine," Papa promised, patting the hand on his stomach. "Go now, the quicker you've helped her, the quicker you can be back."
"I still don't like this," Dad murmured, but he acquiesced with one more kiss on papa's lips and a ruffle of Kazutaka's hair, making the boy immediately fuss with it and dad snorting about it.
"I'll be back soon," he promised and he jumped up on the nearest roof, going that route instead of trying to squeeze between the mass of people wandering around the streets, admiring the various stands presenting their goods.
"All right," Papa grinned cheerfully and grabbed Kazutaka's hand. "Let's go see what we can bug dad into getting us later tonight!"
"Yeah!" Kazutaka cheered, hoping that sweets stand of last year would be back. Those chocolates back then had been so delicious!
Even though the fair had only opened half an hour ago, the streets were already quite crowded and open spaces were rare to come by. It seemed like all the villages had come to Konoha today to visit the fair and Kazutaka couldn't help but hope that it would be less busy tonight. That would make it easier to go around and dad would also be less annoyed if there weren't too many people around. Since papa was expecting a baby, dad liked it even less when people came too close to papa. Papa's and dad's former sensei, Kakashi, had taken to teasing dad about that – and then running away when he made dad a bit too annoyed.
"You've seen anything you like yet?" Papa asked as they wriggled past yet another group.
"No, nothing," Kazutaka replied, shaking his head. He wondered if the stand with the yummy chocolates was in the other street.
"Well, we still have some streets to go," Papa smiled, nodding in greeting to some of the villagers calling out to him.
As they rounded the corner to the next street, Kazutaka started to feel somewhat weird. It was as if someone was watching them, which wasn't weird on its own when papa was so famous, but this type of watching … It felt wrong somehow, bad. It didn't feel like all the other times before and he furtively looked around, wondering who was staring at them. He couldn't immediately see anyone looking in a weird way at them, though, which made him frown. Was he imagining things somehow? It had to be, right? Like papa said, there was no way anybody could do something, not when it was this crowded.
But somebody did.
At once it was as if everything was happening too slow, as if someone was messing with the time. A red hue slid over his eyes and he should be worried about that, because why was he seeing everything in red, what was wrong with his eyes, but he didn't think about that. He couldn't think about that, not when he saw a woman – not someone from their village, he didn't recognise her at all – creep closer to papa; something glinting in her right hand. It was a kunai. She was holding a kunai in her hand and she was aiming it at papa's belly. She was going to hurt papa, she was going to hurt Kazutaka's little brother or little sister, might hurt them both badly enough that Kazutaka would lose them.
He couldn't let that happen.
"NO!" he screamed and he flew at her, using every bit of force he could find within him push her down, just like he'd seen papa doing to dad several times before when they sparred.
It worked. Even though he was still only eight years old, had only just started some basic training, his element of surprise – papa always said that was very important, being able to surprise the enemy – was enough to knock her off balance. She yelped, falling down on the ground, and the kunai went flying through the air, clattering harmlessly next to an old lady.
"Kazutaka!" Papa called out alarmed, grabbing him from her, dragging him away when he sent a vicious kick to the woman who'd been about to hurt his papa and his sibling!
"She was going to hurt you, papa! She was going to stab you in your tummy!" he yelled furiously, whirling around to face him. "I saw her with the kunai! She wanted to hurt you!"
Papa gasped, his blue eyes widening in disbelief. "Kazutaka, your eyes …"
"My eyes?" Kazutaka blinked, reaching to touch them. They didn't feel any different. The red haze had also cleared up so why was papa looking at him like that?
Looking like he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
Before he could question him, though, Shikamaru and Kiba came running along and someone in the crowd was keeping the woman pressed down to the ground, preventing her from running away.
Everything happened quickly after that. The woman was taken away by both Shikamaru and Kiba, followed by some ANBU and papa brought Kazutaka with him to his office where they waited for dad to return. There were quite a bit of people in the office, though, more ANBU guards, and Kakashi and Tsunade-baa-chan, and so Kazutaka could only sit there confused, uncertain why papa kept shooting him those weird glances.
It was dad who eventually cleared up his confusion. He and papa spent a long time talking in their room while Kazutaka distracted himself in his own bedroom with some books. He didn't know what had happened to the lady who'd tried to hurt papa, but he doubted she would make that mistake a second time. Shikamaru had looked really scary when he'd gone in to interrogate her.
"I heard you protected papa," Dad spoke, coming into his room.
Kazutaka looked up, biting his lip. "She was trying to hurt papa and the baby," he said softly, rubbing the corner of the page between his fingers. "I didn't want papa to get hurt."
"You did really well," Dad praised him. "It's thanks to you that papa and the baby are safe."
He flushed underneath praise, ducking his head.
"Kazutaka, can you tell me how you knew that woman was going to attack papa?" Dad asked and sat down in front of him, crossed his legs.
Kazutaka looked up, furrowing his eyebrows. "It didn't feel right," he said, thinking back to that moment. "I felt like we were being watched in a bad way and I was looking around. Then I saw her coming closer to papa with the kunai and …" he trailed off, wondering if he'd imagined things.
"And what?" Dad prompted, tilting his head.
"It was like everything was going really slowly and I saw everything in red," Kazutaka answered honestly. "It was really weird, but it didn't hurt and I stopped seeing the red colour after I pushed her down. Is that normal, dad?"
Dad smiled faintly, looking both sad and proud at the same time as he reached to brush Kazutaka's hair back. "Can you do something for me? Can you think back to when that woman tried to attack papa? Can you remember how everything saw red?"
"Yeah, I can," Kazutaka muttered and scowled, because he didn't like thinking about it, didn't like remembering just how close that lady had come to hurting papa really badly.
When he looked at dad, he was holding out a small mirror. "Dad?"
"Take a look," he said softly, holding the mirror up to him.
Kazutaka obeyed even though he didn't understand why he needed to look into the mirror. He did so anyway and the second he saw red eyes instead of the blue they should be, he recoiled, ripping his gaze away from the mirror to stare at dad.
"You developed the Sharingan to protect papa," Dad said, still soft. "Just one tomoe because it's new."
"I have the Sharingan," Kazutaka whispered awed, looking back into the mirror. His Sharingan was definitely different from dad's because dad has three tomoe before they changed shape and he only had one, but he definitely had the Sharingan.
But he remembered how dad hadn't wanted him to have the Sharingan, how he'd told him months ago that he never wanted Kazutaka to be in that situation, and his tummy started squirming uncomfortably.
"Are you mad at me, dad?" he asked in a small voice. He knew his Sharingan was gone again, because there was no longer a red hue covering everything when dad raised his head up.
"I'm not mad at you," he stated firmly. "You protected papa, how could I ever be mad about that? I just wish you didn't have to do that, but it's okay. I'll teach you how to train it, okay? Because training with it can be difficult."
"You've got a really great teacher, though," Papa piped up from the doorway where he was looking at them with a smile and his arms curled in front of him. "Now you're just as cool as dad," he teased; his smile broadening.
"Yeah," Kazutaka murmured, smiling too when dad merely rolled his eyes, not really annoyed.
Maybe the Sharingan wasn't that bad after all if that meant he could protect papa and his little brother or sister. Just like dad he was going to become strong enough to protect his family. And now dad no longer had to be the only Sharingan user. Kazutaka would be with him, getting just as powerful as him.
He was going to be just as cool as dad, just you wait!
The End
AN2: Like I said, not entirely confident about the ending, but I hope it wasn't too awful!
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I hope to see you all back in my future stories! Please stay safe and take care of yourselves!
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Melissa
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