The first thing Kakashi noticed as he woke up is the fact that his head felt like it had just been absolutely cracked open. His mind was going in circles as he tried to remember just what the actual hell he did. All he knew is that he needed a cup of strong ass coffee. Kakashi rubbed his eyes and hissed at the light, squinting as he made his way to the kitchen.

If he had been in his right mind, he would have noticed that this wasn't his apartment, or better yet, he would have noticed that he wasn't out fighting a fucking war anymore. But you know, who needs to remember that anyway? Kakashi, through all his stupidity, didn't feel he was shorter until he realized he couldn't reach the coffee from the drawer that agin, shouldn't fucking be there.

"What the fuck?"

The next thing Kakashi realizes is that his friend, Uchiha Obito, was in his house. He blinked slowly, his mind processing that Obito was younger than he should have ever been. "Obito?" He muttered, his eyes squinting at the Uchiha who damned the world. Kakashi threw a spatula at Obito, who was sprawled our on his floor. A low whine emitted from Obito as the spatula hit his nose.

Not that one.

Anyway, Kakashi was certain he was passed out drunk because he wasn't a kid and neither was Obito. "What the hell? What did I fucking do this time," Obito grunted, his voice too high pitched to sound normal. Obito's eyes fluttered open, his eyes landing on Kakashi. "Woah. Why the hell are you... eleven looking?" Obito's eyes narrowed as he quickly stood, his chakra flushing out the alcohol in his system.

"I don't know, I think I'm passed out right now," Kakashi hummed. Obito looked at his ungloved hand and let out a small growl. "Kakashi do you remember the last thing we did last night?" Obito asked sharply. "Uh..." Kakashi blinked sluggishly. "Get rid of the alcohol in your system you fool, you're a ninja." Kakashi blinked owlishly before a 'duh' look flashed onto his face. Kakashi used his chakra to regulate the alcohol levels in his body. 'Okay... not a passed out drunken dream then,' he thought.

Kakashi winced as his hand went up to cover his sharingan (the one that wasn't there). Obito's eyebrows narrowed. "We're absolutely moronic." Kakashi's memories rushed to the front of his mind, making him nod in agreement to Obito. "Do you think we accidentally made the Kamui look like this?" Kakashi asked hopefully, denial thick in his voice. Obito grimaced. "I don't think we did that. From what I put you into the Kamui first and you tried to send me to the place we already were. And if memory serves..."

Both Kakashi and Obito paled. "I ripped a hole in the Kamui," Kakashi said grimly. "Which is a place in which time is stilled anyway," Obito continued. "You don't think that we..." Kakashi trailed off, hands tightening around the cup of coffee in his hands. Obito nodded, a frown firmly in place. "I think we're both idiots." Kakashi snorted a little, taking a sip of the bitter drink. Obito's face loosened up as he let out a sigh. "Well, for all intents and purposes, I should be six feet under."

Kakashi choked on his coffee.

"Obito!" He hissed. "What? It's true! I was fucking bleeding out as we drank our hearts out!" Kakashi frowned as he placed the cup of coffee on his counter. "Well... we're here now. In a time with," he choked for a second. "Rin and Minato-sensei," Obito whispered, eyes widening. "Fuck, Kakashi we... we time traveled for real." Kakashi wouldn't believe it if Obito wasn't in front of him. "You sure we aren't in that genjustu you and Madara were planning on launching?" Kakashi asked weakly.

"The Tsukuyomi doesn't send someone into their childhood. It puts them in the present they want and gives them the future they yearn for," Obito grimaced. Kakashi sighed and leaned against the counter. "I don't want to go out and see them." Obito nodded, walking over to Kakashi. "Me either," he whispered, stealing Kakashi's coffee and taking a chug of it. Kakashi simply shrugged. "Do we have anything to do today?"

"How should I know?" Obito shrugged back. "Neither of us have the sharingan anymore," Obito pointed out lazily. Kakashi nodded. "It hasn't happened yet, then. We're probably both Chūnin right now." Chūnin... that sounded so long ago. "Bet you'll be a jounin soon," Obito said casually. Kakashi looked around his old apartment. "Why do you say?" He hummed, eyes trailing to his under the couch stash.

Stash of what? Oh come on, you must know. Give it your best guess.

"You have a summons on your fridge, for the 16th," Obito said softly. "The day before you announced that you made jounin." Kakashi's eyes traveled to said letter and paused. "Yeah... I guess so." Kakashi's mind heads to the Kannabi Bridge mission assigned to him as soon as he announced that he made it to a jounin rank. "What day is it anyway?" Kakashi left to his room, knowing a calendar would be there. "It's the 14th!" He called, looking around distractedly. His eyes landed on his official genin team picture, softening as he stared at Rin, Minato, and even Obito.

"Good to know Bakashi!" Obito yelled back, his voice muffled. Kakashi's eyes went back to his calendar and narrowed. "Obito!" He shouted. "What?!" Obito shouted back. "We have a training session at 8 am! What time is it?!" Clattering could be heard from the kitchen. "Uh... 7:50!" Kakashi never changed as quickly as he had in that moment.

Kakashi ran back to the kitchen, fully clothed and in his gear. The time was now 7:54. "Go to your apartment and get ready, you're always late anyway so no one will care! I have an image to uphold!" Kakashi growled, forming hand signs to take himself near his team's usual training grounds. "Yeah yeah," Obito waved Kakashi off. Obito's eyes darkened as he felt Kakashi's chakra ebb away.

It's not that he wasn't happy to be given another chance, he was, he just... shouldn't be here. He wasn't wanted by anyone, much less needed by anyone. If he'd stayed dead like he was supposed to be, everything would be far better. Obito sighed, running a hand over his face. His... smooth face. It felt weird, not just because of his lack of scars but because he was so used to wearing gloves. He'd need to buy another pair soon.

Obito looked around briefly before sending himself to his own apartment. Obito frowned as he looked around his small home. It felt... wrong. Too personalized for his taste. The walls were a light shade of orange, a pastel almost. He'd have to make them white. He had a lot of plants, plants he wouldn't be bothered to take care of anymore. He'd plant them in the forest or something. And there were far too many mangas present on his bookshelves. He'd sell those or donate them to a library.

Obito forced himself to ignore the remnants of his childhood and marched into his room, pulling out his old outfit and accessories. He headed into the bathroom to brush his teeth, shower, and get through all of his daily necessities. Obito's eyes narrowed as a thought passed through his mind. It was going to be a long day, he was absolutely sure of it.

End of chapter~

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Ngl from here on out expect updates to come out slower, especially because I start school again in three days.