Chapter Text
It all started a month back, when Itachi appeared to have forgotten that he is a sweet, gentle child who abhors killing and always looks to be a hairsbreadth away dissolving into masochistic rituals of remorse.
No, well, maybe it all started when the already quiet child became functionally non-verbal, flinching at every gentle word or gesture like they’re knives aimed straight at his eyeballs.
Well. Maybe it all started when Hatake Kakashi, ANBU Captain Hound, neck-deep in a prolonged suicide spiral, was handed a boy of ten for his highly specialised assassination and frontline combat squad. That seems like an appropriate beginning. It all started when Hatake Kakashi, fresh off of a particularly nasty case of a cracked Shinobi serial killer who brutalised an untold number of girls and boys across the Land of Fire, took one look at the sleek, well-bred kitten of a boy and something in him sprained. You will keep this boy alive, Shinobi, got scorched into his mindscape. You will keep him alive, which means you will keep yourself alive.
And so, one Hatake Kakashi stumbles out of his own terminal depression, one step at a time.