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Changing Times	By : KaiyoNoHime Category: Naruto > General Views: 1086 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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If I owned Naruto I wouldn't be living off of cafeteria food at my college, now would I?

All other characters are original, and mine. But you can borrow them if you e-mail me and ask politely. ^.^

Changing Times

Chapter One: Honey and Steel

The little girl ran around the playground, shrieking and giggling as the game of tag continued despite the galring sun and killing heat. She was the youngest of the group, a mix of children between fifteen and five years old. But she was still the fastest, and the clumsiest. She was never tagged because someone caught up with her inhuman speed, no one had ever caught up with her since she had learned to walk, but usually because she would trip and fall while taunting the other children.

And then she would make a great show of catching up to everyone who was running, and choose who she wanted to be 'it' next. She usually chose a shy, white eyed boy that was cowering behind the slide, trying to avoid them. And then he would pout, and call her cruel names, and she would giggle and slap him before running off to join the other children while they ran from him.

"Setsuko," Kakashi called, pocketing his book. The orange was fading, and he had had to repaint the warning symbol on the cover two years before, but he didn't mind. He knew what everyone in the village thought of him reading such material while taking care of the little girl, but he didn't care. It was his life, and he never let her see the questioinable material, "Come on Setsuko, it's time to go home."

"But Papa! I want to play!" the little girl pouted, her rosy grin dropping as her bright blue eyes watered with her so called 'Puppy-Dog Eyes no Justu'. Kakashi smiled, and held out his hand, beckoning her to come over and head home.

"I know. But you have school tomorrow. You wouldn't want to miss that, would you? Of course, you don't have to be a ninja, I suppose. You would make a lovely ramen cook..." Kakashi trailed off with a grin as the tiny child, her blonde locks bouncing in twin pigtails behind her, rushed up to grab his hand and start tugging him toward home.

"Come on Papa! I have to eat dinner, and take a bath, and brush my teeth! Tomorrow I have school, and I can't miss that! I'll be the greatest ninja in the entire Village, and I'll become the next Hokage!" Setsuko pumped her fist into the air before dashing off with Kakashi in tow.

The silver haired jounin could only grin from beneath his mask, knowing exactly where her personality came from.

Iruka sighed as he looked over the class roster, knowing exactly who was in his class, and who their parents were. All were the children of former students, unavoidable by this point in his career. Greying hair and crows feet were more than enough to prove it. But what he hated the most was being able to remember the funerals for the parents of some of these children. Orphans and broken families were in the majority.

The ninja lifestyle was too harsh for his liking. He wished he could shout at all of his students, and beseech them to become farmers, chefs, and tailors. But not ninjas, where a young death was the most likely.

"U-zu-ma-ki?" Iruka gasped as he sounded out the syllables for the last name on the register. He hadn't expected to see the little girl in his class for many years. She was far too young to be in her last year of training. He had half hoped she would be flunked out long before now, and he would never have to deal with the pain of watching her graduate, and grow to be a ninja, always dancing with Death.

"Sensei! He's making faces at me!" Setsuko shouted, jumping on her desk and pointing at the boy unlucky enough to sit next to her.

"She threw a kunai at me!" the boy shouted back, glaring back.

Iruka groaned.

"Uzumaki, sit down! Lee, stop making faces at her!" Iruka berated, realizing that the boy, ten years old and nearly a clone of his father Rock Lee, had, in fact, NOT been making faces at Setsuko. She had just never had the misfortune to be looked at before by the eyebrows of doom.

"Sensei! Teach us something good! I'm going to be the next Hokage you know!" Setsuko shouted, cheering herslef on.

The other students groaned, a few familiar with her antics, most amused, others cheering the little girl on simply to feed Iruka's growing anger.

"You may indeed be the next Hokage, Uzumaki, but right now you're my student. So please take a seat and take notes silently," Iruka hissed between gritted teeth, trying to get a handle on his anger. He already knew that his temper would only make matters worse.

"My Papa says that a good teacher can always learn from a good student," Setsuko said, sticking out her tongue at a shocked Iruka.

"Papa says? But Naru-" Iruka cut himself in mid word, suddenly remembering that Kakashi was now raising the little girl. He couldn't believe that he forgotten such a fact. Hell, he hadn't even seen the tiny girl since her birth, five years before.

Iruka hated how fast the lives of his students passed before his eyes while he stayed to teach the next shinobi generation.

"Just sit down and try to pay attention, Uzumaki. I'm sure all of these lessons will help you to become Hokage," Iruka sighed, knowing that he had said the magic words. Now the girl would study every word the emerged from his mouth until she knew the facts backward and forward.

Iruka made a mental note to speak with Kakashi later.

"So, how was school today?" Kakashi asked, smiling beneath his face mask, catching the little girl in mid air as jumped at him with a giant grin. He was glad that she was having an easier time that Naruto had had as a child, even though she, too, possessed the Kyuubi.

It seemed that some curses would simply never go away.

"I learned nearly EVERYTHING in the world! Iruka-sensei knows even more than everything too! And I'm going to grow up to be the next Hokage! The last Hokage was a woman, you know! And," Setsuko continued to babble on about everything she had learned that day while Kakashi just smiled and nodded, eyeing a cloaked figure at the edge of the school grounds.

He knew who the figure was, and was content to let him watch Setsuko. He had no claim on the little girl anymore, he had given that up years ago.

"Kakashi-san?" Iruka asked, coming up behind the jounin. Sestsuko smiled, and jumped off of the man, racing off to join her friends in some childhood game.

"She's growing up so fast, isn't she?" Kakashi sighed, waving at Setsuko as she giggled.

"Too fast. Soon she'll be overseeing her face carved into the monument," Iruka smiled, noticing the grim line on Kakashi's lips.

It was a sensitive topic for everyone.

"She has a crush on the youngest Uchiha, you know. Akira, I think," Kakashi commented, knowing full well the boy in question, a mere eight years old, was in the same class as Setsuko.

"Second youngest. Hinata had another son last year," Iruka corrected, watching in awe as Setsuko easily outraced Rock Lee's eldest.

"Another? That makes what, six kids now? Someone should remind Sasuke that he doesn't need to repopulate his entire clan at once," Kakashi chuckled, wincing as Setsuko fell out of a tree. She would be flaunting those bruises at dinner.

"Eight, actually. And Hinata was so hoping for a daughter. But, who knows, maybe this year. Sasuke does seem more than a little... determined in that industry. You should check up on him, he is your student after all," Iruka pointed out, much to Kakashi's annoyance.

After all three had become Chuunin he had dropped out of contact with them. Until the sorrowful events around Setsuko's regretful plight. Kakashi could only sigh, and push the memories to the back of his mind, trying to block them out. Setsuko would come asking about them soon enough.

"Former student. They've made their own lives for themselves, for better or for worse," Kakashi reminded his old friend, looking back toward Setsuko as she called for him.

"Look at me Papa! Look how high I climbed all on my own!" the little girl giggled, waving from one of the top branches of the tree.

"Excuse me for a moment Iruka," Kakashi grinned, walking toward the playground, a lecture already at the tip of his tongue, "I thought I told you not to climb so high unless I was nearby, young lady. No ramen for you tonight!" Sestsuko pouted, distracting herself a moment too long as she lost her balance.

"Papa!" the little girl shrieked, her wails echoing through the air as she hit the ground with a sickening thud, Kakashi running as he heard the crunch of bones.

"Sestuko!" Kakashi screamed, the children crowding around her and the cloaked man as the silver haired jounin pushed through.

"I want my Papa! I want my Papa!" Setsuko cried, pushing away the man helping her, ignoring the mangled left arm hanging at her side.

"Hold still," the cloaked man ordered, his voice both harsh and soft, liked honeyed steel.

Setsuko winced as he grabbed her arm, the limb glowing as it quickly healed itself, leaving no scars or bruises. But Setsuko still screamed, trying to escape from his arms as she saw Kakashi approach.

"Papa! It hurt!" Setsuko sobbed, Kakashi gathering her gratefully into his arms while cursing himself mentally for not paying more attention to her antics.

"Thank you for helping my daughter, Hokage-sama," Kakashi said quietly, bowing to the blonde man before him.

"Keep a closer eye on her, Kakashi-san. It would be dreadful if something serious were to happen," the Hokage whispered, staring out at his former sensei with cold cerulean eyes, devoid of the laughter and life that had occupied them only half a decade before.

Tsuzuku (To Be Continued)

Author's Note: Wow, this is the first fic I've published in nearly a year. And the first Naruto fic I've ever put up before.

I must admit that my writing style is much different than what I normally see in the Naruto category. I don't write fight scenes well, and try to avoid them at all costs if I can. I also don't care for happy endings. They tend to annoy me. >.<

And I'm afraid my love of Gaara tends to override whatever main idea I was thinking of in a fic.

But I do promise to try hard on this fic, and get at least one chapter a week completed.

So leave kind reviews, and I'll try to write a good story. ^.^
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