Chapter 2
1 month earlier.
Kakashi really should've known better than to take up team 7's request for a rematch at the bell test.
He really should have known that a sparring match with the hokage and shadow hokage was not a good idea.
In Kakashi's defense he had said no, or tried to but no matter how old Naruto was the puppy eyes seemed to work all the same.
Combined with the offer to actually see Sasuke long enough to say anything worthwhile, he simply couldn't say no!
Well he couldn't say anything else than that he regretted it with his whole soul, or what was left of it after ANBU.
That sparring match was the reason he now laid here.
Where here was, was a good question.
Kakashi was laying down flat on his back on a hard cold surface, the only thing he could see was gray concrete…?
As most people would've known or at least suspected, the combination of his mangekyo sharingan, Sasuke's tomoe rinnegan and Naruto ridiculous amounts of chakra didn't end well.
And of course he had decided just at that moment to finally be a good sensei and take the blunt part of the attack.
Not his proudest moment.
The last thing he could remember was the horrified expression on Sakura's face as he felt power tugging at him. He had decided that using Kamui was a good idea and tried to warp the… Whatever had happened with the enormous powers that had combined.
And now he was here.
Hopefully not far from Konoha but with his luck… It was more likely he was halfways to Amegakure.
He sensed no chakra which was incredibly concerning…and the smell!!?
Even with the mask on to block his abnormal sense of smell, the stench of gas, smoke, garbage and plenty more he couldn't identify was STRONG.
Kakashi laid there hearing distans sirens and a constant buzz of…something.
He finally decided that getting up was a good idea, the lack of life around him and his horrible headache had stopped him from trying earlier.
And to be honest after he took on the Hokage hat the amount of, or lack of combat had dulled his instincts.
The only combat related he did after passing on the hat to Naruto was the occasional B-rank missions and sparrs with Gai.
And after the 4th great Shinobi war, everything had been remarkably calm in the elemental nations with all the rebuilding keeping the Kages busy.
So sue him for not keeping himself in top form!
He was basically retired anyways, spending his days either with Gai, his team, his ninken or just books. (Not ONLY Icha Icha mind you Iruka-sensei!)
Back to the problem at hand.
Kakashi slowly sat up, put his hands on the nearest reliable surface, gray concrete and hoisted himself up.
He stumbled a little and groaned as he bent down and put his head in his hands. The world was spinning and the urge to vomit was overwhelming.
He hastily dragged the mask down, and emptied his stomach on a pile of trash bags to his left.
After getting rid of the admittedly horrible protein shake Gai had made him drink as breakfast, he leaned against the cold wall and just breathed.
Without the mask the stench was even worse, it invaded even his taste buds and Kakashi was sure that if he hadn't already vomited he would have done so now.
After a few moments he dragged the mask up over his nose again and opened his eye.
He had chakra exhaustion, definitely not the worst he's ever had but enough that he did not wanna risk opening Obito's Sharingan, Yet.
This time he could see a bit better, he had landed in some alleyway, definitely nowhere near Konoha judging by the lack of greens and developed chakra signals.
Now that he put some energy into sensing he could definitely feel a lot of people nearby but their chakra signals were tiny.
Even worse than the civilians in Konoha!
Kakashi hadn't thought that was possible.
This did not look good.
A few hours later In a random library in New York you could see a man with a shock of gray hair, gray sweatpants and a dark blue hoodie with a green west, sitting in front of a computer screen.
It hadn't taken long for Kakashi to realize that his attire got him some questioning looks. He had of course already removed his hitai-ate as it was never smart, revealing his loyalties in unknown territory.
He knew nothing of where he had ended up, and blending in had been a good first step.
Kakashi had stolen some poor family's clothes that had been drying in their backyard.
He removed his west and was suddenly thankful to Jiraiya.
For his birthday, Naruto had made him a sealing scroll that was attached to his classic jounin flak west, the seal was small especially considering what was stored there.
Naruto had packed it full of kunai, shuriken, ninja wire, explosive tags, food rations, chakra pills, med-kit, water skins…Anything you might need on the field, it was all there.
And it made it look like he pulled stuff from thin air which was pretty neat.
Of course Kakashi had taken the freedom of adding the whole collection of Icha Icha there too and some spare clothes.
Teaching Naruto seals had definitely been Jiraiya's second biggest accomplishments, the first being the Icha Icha series of course.
It was hard enough to make Naruto Uzumaki sit still for anything and to get him to study and actually learn seals!
He had no qualms admitting Jiraiya was an infinitely better teacher than himself.
Maybe the Uzumaki genes helped.
Kakashi was a prodigy and he had had the best teachers possible, with both being seal masters yet he never learned more than the absolute basics.
So all he needed to do was put on the most flexible (and comfortable) clothes from the clothing rack, stuff his old attire, minus his sleeveless undershirt that connected to his mask and the flak west, in the seal and leave.
He had seen people wearing something similar to the west here so it wouldn't stand out enough to risk attaching the sealing scroll anywhere else.
He didn't trust these pockets.
Some ratty overused shoes he found behind some dumpster, soon replaced his navy sandals.
This world was weird.
And old.
And big.
And round apparently.
But mostly weird.
At first he had walked around on the street, following the stream of people (there were so many!)
And all of them were so unaware and trusting!! None of them wore combat friendly clothes! None carried weapons and many had music in their ears so they didn't even know what was happening around them!
And no one batted an eye!
Kakashi felt like an alien as he walked down the smelly street next to the metal boxes on wheels.
(they were called cars he eventually learned)
When he had just walked around and even shadowed some people he decided to head to a library, they've gotta have those here right?
They did have libraries, though not many used them for actual information gathering it seemed, as people mostly just sat around on their square flat "phones" there.
He had started off by browsing the shelves, looking for anything really but a problem he had suspected already based on the unreadable street signs, quickly arose.
The language.
Of course this weird place had to have a completely different language and alphabet!
Fuck.
Exactly then, the friendly looking woman he had spotted behind the desk earlier, came up to him.
"Excuse me, I thought you looked a little lost, anything I can help with?" She tilted her head a bit to the side and her dark hair followed.
Fuck! Kakashi did not recognise a single word! The language seemed harsh and barbaric with many angles, nothing like anything he'd heard before!
"Uhm- I don't understand" Kakashi replied in his own language while scratching the back of his neck in a nervous gesture, hoping to put her at ease.
"Oh, you're Japanese!" She said and nodded to herself.
Kakashi, still understanding 0% of her words, just kept looking at her.
She took a step back and waved her hand in a follow me gesture.
He hesitantly took a step towards her, she smiled, turned around and began walking. He hesitantly followed hoping he didn't read the gesture wrong.
She led him further into the library, expertly walking around the shelves and smiling at other visitors, Kakashi followed a few steps behind.
She stopped in front of what he guessed was a very modern TV of sorts, she smiled at him again and started the machine with a press on a button with a perfectly manicured finger.
He eye smiled at her hoping she caught the motion.
She seemed to and smiled back while the TV thing alighted and unfamiliar letters swirled on the screen.
She quickly took the mouse in her hand and pressed on some buttons while flicking between options.
Soon the letters became familiar and Kakashi finally understood what they said.
Windows 7.
What Windows??
That did not make him any wiser.
The woman pressed on a button and the whiteness of the screen blended him, "Google" stood in bold colorful kanji on the screen.
She slowly stood straight, put a hand on his shoulder and pushed him against the black leather chair In front of the screen.
He hid a minor flinch at the touch and obliged the gesture, sinking into the chair.
She smiled at him and left with a wave.
It did not take Kakashi many minutes to get a hang of this computer thing and if he opened the sharingan just to look at and copy the other computer users in front of him, no one would ever know.
He learned that his language did exist here just with another name "Japanese" . The woman had apparently changed the settings to that exact language which made his job infinitely easier.
This world was plain weird.
Noone used chakra. Incredibly high tech by Kakashi's standards (the TVs were no longer box shaped!). Unbelievably many nations and rulers. Their planet, as he learned it was called, was dying! And so much more!!!
This world was plain strange.
And lax, in all regards.
Even though they had been at war not even 100 years ago!!
But it did serve Kakashi's purpose, to gain information.
And boy did the information exist! It just didn't stop! Articles on animals, cultures, science, theories, mathematics, psychology, health care and more!
All open for anyone to read!
Kakashi got distracted time and time again when browsing the Web, as he learned it was called.
When he finally left the library, the sun had set and the streetlights were on, the flashing billboards and car headlights making Kakashi dizzy.
The trip to this place plus the exhaustion from memorizing the entire English dictionary with help of the sharingan was catching up with him.
Kakashi just needed somewhere to settle down for the night, get some hopefully good sleep and figure out the rest tomorrow when his thoughts weren't spinning and a headache wasn't pulsing behind eyes.
Money was stupidly easy to gather here, pickpocketing had never been more profitable! These people were absolutely obvious to their surroundings and as a result Kakashi walked from town Square 150 dollars richer than when he entered.
Kakashi drew a sigh of relief when he got away from the folkmasses, the constant anxiety plus his dislike of touch and people in general worsened his headache.
He checked in at a cheap hotel on a random well lit street.
Stammered his way through words he'd never heard before and only knew in theory from reading and listening in to people's conversations.
Kakashi did not have the energy to think much about where he would be sleeping, and as soon as he'd done a quick check of his surroundings, locked everything lockable, his head hit the pillow and he was out like a light.