Yes

As Ino-controlled Kakashi knelt before him, Baby’s smirk widened, his red eyes glinting with finality. This was it—the moment he had prepared for, the moment he would claim the Sixth Hokage himself.

Without hesitation, a silvery tide erupted from Shikamaru’s mouth, his former vessel shuddering as Baby’s liquid-like essence poured forth in a glistening, relentless flood. Shikamaru’s body collapsed to the stone floor like a discarded husk, lifeless and limp. The shimmering parasite twisted through the air, writhing with unnatural grace, before splitting into twin streams that surged toward Kakashi with predatory intent, darting for his nose and ear.

Even trapped in his own body, Kakashi’s mind was a battlefield. The instant Baby left Shikamaru, he focused everything on breaking free of Ino’s Mind Body Switch Jutsu—a technique that demanded her full concentration. With sheer, honed willpower, he **** his chakra outward in a sudden, violent burst, lightning crackling around his fist. The act sent a sharp backlash into Ino’s mind, her gasp echoing through his lips as her control snapped, her consciousness flung back to her own body, hidden in the shadows. Kakashi lurched forward, gasping, his vision clearing as his body returned to his command. His hand instinctively clawed at his face, reaching for a kunai—but it was already too late.

Baby struck.

The silver slammed into his face with a wet, invasive slither, forcing itself into his nose and ear canals like cold, slick tendrils of liquid fire. Kakashi choked, his body seizing violently as the parasite burrowed deeper, threading through his sinuses and skull with a relentless, obscene intimacy. He could feel it curling through his nerves, sinking into his veins, wrapping around his very being. “Get out!” he snarled, his voice hoarse and ragged, his Sharingan flaring as he swung desperately at the air, chakra sparking uselessly against the intruder.

But Baby’s power had grown beyond Shikamaru’s, beyond anything Kakashi could match in this moment. The silver spread, a meticulous cruelty overwhelming his battle-hardened resolve. His blood boiled, his chakra network fluctuated wildly, his DNA unraveling and reforming under Baby’s command. His cells betrayed him, reshaping with every shuddering breath, every twitch of his straining muscles. He staggered, clutching at his head as his breathing turned erratic, a strange, uncontrollable warmth flooding his body—an alien heat that pulsed through his core, teasing at the edges of his slipping will.

Baby’s voice purred inside his mind, a velvet whisper laced with dominance. “Stop fighting, Kakashi. It’s useless.” The words slithered through his thoughts, intimate and unyielding, as the parasite’s essence tightened its grip. Kakashi gritted his teeth, his once-unshakable resolve trembling as he tried to push back, to resist. But his own body no longer listened to him—it listened to Baby, yielding to the invader’s will with every beat of his racing heart. His vision darkened, his senses overwhelmed by the sensation of being rewritten, remade into something… different. Something new.

Ino darted forward from her shadowed perch, her breath shaking, her blonde hair spilling loose as she dropped to her knees beside Kakashi’s collapsed form. The once-proud Sixth Hokage lay twitching on the cold stone floor, his limbs jerking faintly, his chakra fluctuating wildly as Baby’s silvery essence shimmered at his nose and ear, threading deeper with relentless precision. Her red-glowing eyes gleamed with fervent devotion as she slid her arms beneath him, cradling his limp body against her chest with a tenderness that belied her enslavement. She brushed his silver hair away from his sweat-slicked face, his head lolling against her shoulder as she held him close, her fingers trembling with awe. "M-Master, I’m sorry," she whispered, her voice a soft hymn breaking with guilt. "I—I wasn’t strong enough. H-he fought back harder than I expected. I failed you."

Kakashi’s body stiffened beneath her touch, his Sharingan flickering erratically before steadying into a piercing, crimson glow. Then, it stilled. For a moment, silence hung heavy—then his eyes snapped open, a slow exhale escaping his lips as a knowing, predatory smirk curled across his face. Baby was in control now. The air thickened with his presence, the faint ozone of Kakashi’s latent lightning chakra mingling with the scent of old stone. His chest rose with a deliberate breath—his own no longer—and his posture shifted, sharpening from the Hokage’s weary slouch to something more powerful, more menacing.

Baby flexed Kakashi’s fingers, rolling his shoulders as he adjusted to the battle-hardened vessel, testing the sinew and strength with a casual grace. The sheer depth of Kakashi’s muscle memory, the efficiency of his movements—it was perfection. He tilted his head, the Sharingan spinning lazily as he settled fully into his new form, his voice emerging as a smooth, velvety blade laced with dark cruelty. “There we are,” he purred, “all mine.” Ino knelt before him, her red eyes wide with reverence, tears welling as she pressed her trembling hands against his chest, silently seeking his approval even as fear crept into her expression.

Without warning, Baby surged forward, Kakashi’s hand snapping out to seize Ino by the throat. His grip was iron, fingers digging into her soft skin as he lifted her effortlessly off the ground, her feet dangling, her breath catching in a choked gasp. Her legs kicked weakly, her hands flying to his wrist—not to fight, but to steady herself, her red eyes locking onto his with a mix of desperation and surrender. “You faltered,” he growled, Kakashi’s timbre now a low, velvety snarl infused with Baby’s malice. “Kakashi was formidable, yes—but I trusted you with a simple task, and you failed me.” Ino’s body trembled, her chest heaving as she struggled for air, her throat tightening beneath his unyielding hold, yet her gaze never wavered, shining with absolute submission.

“You disappointed me, Ino,” he mused, tightening his grip just enough to make her breath hitch, her body arching slightly in the air as she gasped. Her hands gripped his wrist tighter, not to escape but to beg, her voice rasping through the pressure. “I—I swear, it won’t happen again, Master!” Baby chuckled softly, a sound of silk and steel, his red eye boring into her soul as he watched her shudder, her form suspended in his grasp. “See that it doesn’t,” he murmured, loosening his hold just enough for her to draw a ragged breath. Then, abruptly, he released her. Ino crumpled to her knees, coughing and gasping for air, her hands braced against the stone as she looked up at him with fervent adoration, her voice hoarse but steady. “Master, I live for you.”

Baby sighed, rolling Kakashi’s shoulders as he reveled in his newfound strength, the untapped potential of this enhanced vessel now fully his to wield. “Now then, Ino,” he said, his tone smooth and casual, as if the moment of punishment had never happened, “let’s ensure you don’t disappoint me again.”