Kakashi Oneshots Book 1

The sun was setting over the Hidden Leaf Village, casting a golden hue across the landscape. Kakashi Hatake sat in the quiet living room of his home, the faint smell of freshly baked cookies still lingering in the air. It was a simple evening, but for Kakashi, these moments were becoming more precious with every passing day.

Sitting beside him on the couch was his young son, Kaito, a six-year-old boy with the same silver hair and eye-catching expression as his father. Kakashi smiled softly as Kaito leaned against him, his small head resting on his shoulder. It was hard to believe how much his life had changed since Kaito had been born. He had always been the lone wolf, focused only on his duties as a shinobi, never allowing himself to grow close to anyone. But now, with his son in his life, Kakashi found himself seeing the world through different eyes.

“Daddy,” Kaito said in a sleepy voice, his little hand tugging at his father’s sleeve. “Tell me a story.”

Kakashi chuckled, brushing his hand through Kaito’s hair, his heart warming at the sight of his son. "A story, huh? Alright, how about a tale about a great shinobi who had to save the village from a terrible beast?"

Kaito’s eyes widened with interest. “A beast? Was it big, Daddy? Did it have claws and teeth?”

Kakashi smiled under his mask, always loving how easily Kaito’s imagination could take flight. He leaned back and began weaving the tale in his usual dramatic style. “Oh yes, it was massive. It had huge claws, sharp enough to tear through stone, and teeth as long as a katana. It could make the whole village tremble just by walking.”

Kaito gasped. “Wow! Was the shinobi scared?”

Kakashi chuckled, his voice deepening for effect. “The shinobi wasn’t afraid, Kaito. He knew that no matter how big or dangerous the beast was, he had to protect the people he loved. So, he stood up to the beast, even though it seemed impossible to win.”

As he told the story, Kaito’s eyes remained fixed on his father, captivated by every word. Kakashi kept the mood light and fun, adding in exaggerated details and humor that Kaito loved. It was one of those moments, as a father, that Kakashi cherished—just the two of them, enjoying a simple evening together.

When the story reached its conclusion, Kaito let out a dramatic sigh, clearly satisfied. “Did the shinobi win, Daddy?”

Kakashi nodded, his smile widening. “Of course, he did. He fought hard, and in the end, he saved the village.”

Kaito yawned and snuggled closer to him. “You’re like that shinobi, Daddy. You always protect us.”

Kakashi’s heart tightened, the weight of his son’s words settling in. "I’m no hero, Kaito," he said quietly, his voice softer than usual. "But I’ll always be here to protect you, no matter what."

Kaito smiled sleepily, his small hand reaching for Kakashi’s. "I know, Daddy. You’re the best."

Kakashi's throat tightened, and for a moment, he couldn’t speak. It was overwhelming—the love he felt for his son, the responsibility, the desire to do everything he could to ensure Kaito grew up safe and happy. It was a role he had never imagined for himself, and yet, now it was the most important thing in his life.

As Kaito began to drift off to sleep, Kakashi gently picked him up, cradling him in his arms. The weight of his son in his arms felt both foreign and natural, like a part of him he never realized he had been missing. He carried Kaito to his room, careful not to wake him, and tucked him into bed. Kaito’s eyes fluttered open for a moment, and he reached up, wrapping his small hand around Kakashi’s finger.

“Goodnight, Daddy,” he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.

Kakashi smiled, brushing a lock of hair from his son’s forehead. “Goodnight, Kaito. I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Kaito whispered back, his eyes closing once more.

Kakashi stood there for a moment, watching his son’s peaceful expression, feeling a warmth in his chest that he had never known. It was moments like this—moments of quiet love and peace—that reminded him how far he had come. He wasn’t just the Copy Ninja anymore. He was a father, and that meant everything to him.

He quietly left Kaito’s room and stood in the hallway for a long time, his hand resting against the doorframe. The life he had once led—one filled with loneliness, danger, and endless missions—was now replaced with the gentle hum of family life. It was a role he had never expected to embrace, but one he had come to cherish more than anything.

Kakashi Hatake, the lone shinobi, had found something far greater than any victory or mission. He had found his family, and he would do anything to protect them.

And that was the greatest promise he could ever keep.