Chapter 2
Oh god, oh god, oh my freaking god!
Hatake Kakashi was leaning there against the tree not 20 feet from me.
A FICTIONAL CHARACTER was in front of me. A character from a story that I had read half-heartedly at best.
‘You’ve slipped and fallen’ I told myself. ‘You have a concussion, or better yet you aren’t even conscious. Yes! That’s it, you are dreaming. Now to wake up…..’
‘Why won’t you wake up?’
I pinched myself, hard. It hurt, a lot.
Looking back up I saw that the man was still lying there. Next to him, sprawled out on the grass, were two other characters I recognized. The bright pink hair (please be a wig, I whispered to myself) and stylized uchiha fan quickly let me know who these people were.
I crouched down next to the Hatake Kakashi.
‘Dressed as Kakashi, it’s cosplay’ I thought to myself. ‘Fictional characters don’t just pop out of their books and appear ….magically…..in the middle of the woods……….’ Smacking my forehead with my palm “get a grip mal.”
‘Triage’ I focused my mind towards the three men and one woman scattered by my feet, ‘focus on triage, do they have a pulse?’
I flitted from person to person. ‘Good, good, all of them have regular, if weak, heartbeats.’ I was so thankful that I was going to school to be a nurse and not a lawyer like mother wanted.
I pulled out my phone next after making sure that none of the cosplayers ‘not real, not real, not real’ were bleeding out on me.
“damnit” I cursed to myself, no cellphone service. I bit my lip as I was wont to do when I was upset or frustrated. Now what? I couldn’t leave them here; they were defenseless, injured, and unconscious.
‘What to do, what to do?’ I finally decided to run back to the car quick and drive it back up the trail head. The path wasn’t too rocky, but I still was glad that I had 4 wheel drive.
I hurriedly bundled the four strangers into my jeep, buckling them in. When I started moving kakashi ‘he’s just a cosplayer god damnit’ he shifted and opened his eyes.
They were grey, almost the color of the sky on a cloudy day.
‘eyes, two of them, no sharingan, huh’ I thought to myself while his eyes raked over me and our surroundings, cataloging and judging with just a glance despite how tired his eyes looked.
His face mask shifted, and when he spoke it was not in the English I was half hoping for but another language entirely, one I knew quite well, Japanese.
“Who are you?” he asked forcefully. “what do you want?”