Chapter 1: Hatake Kakashi

Memorizing things have never been something that I could do too well, so it didn't surprise me when I forgot trivial things like my deadline and having to work twice as hard to complete a chapter. What did surprise me, was when I opened my eyes and saw… bright blurriness that made me close my eyes faster than I opened them.

The blurriness wasn't surprising since I didn't give my eyes the chance to adjust to the light, but fact that the brightness was affecting me confused. I was used to the regular staring to the computer screen while writing stories after all. Then I noticed that I couldn't move properly and that everything, literally everything, hurt. My mouth opened to let go of a groan, but instead a long shrill wail escaped my lips.

…That didn't sound like me at all. Did I get ill? That would explain why everything hurt and why my voice sounded so… weird. So high pitched and weak. The wail, my wail, stopped after my realization and turned into a sigh of annoyance.

Slowly allowing my tired and aching body to move to a more comfortable position in the warmth of the blanket, I tried to reduce the pain as much as I could and tried to sleep it off.

…

When I deemed myself feeling well enough to wake up and actually to do something for a change, I realized something that I should have realized in the few moments I woke up before. I never woke up long enough to eat properly, I actually never did anything aside from sleeping during my 'illness' lately and yet I didn't feel hungry at all.

How was that supposed to be possible?

As every human being, I would have to eat and drink to survive and even with my horrible memory I could at least remember a meal! However, I wasn't hungry. Maybe… just maybe, my best friend, who is also my editor, noticed me being ill and invaded my bedroom to feed me while I was unconscious. It wouldn't be the first time that this happened if that was the case, but a few facts invaded my mind.

I did not remember finishing my last chapter, which meant that Carol could as well try to kill me in my sleep. Or at least attempt to and since we were best friends so no one would suspect her…

She could actually get away with murdering me and they would be blaming me for dying because of forgetting something like turning off the stove or other equally stupid reasons.

And Carol… was horrible at cooking. I considered her cooking a bioweapon that could kill cockroaches at sight and considering that I didn't finish my newest chapter of my new book…

She could be feeding me that.

At that horrible thought, my eyes flew open.

Horror filled me when my eyesight was good enough to allow me to see where I was and when the realization hit me, it hit me hard. I was in a hospital, I could recognize the smell of medication everywhere.

What happened?

Was my illness that bad? But I hadn't been in a hospital since… forever. Alright, maybe so now and then because I broke a leg or something like that, but never because of an illness. I was a very healthy woman, thank you very much.

At least it meant that I was safe from Carol's cooking.

In my attempt to sit up, I noticed that my body did not want to do what I ordered it to do. My head stayed stubbornly on the hospital pillow and the simple action of trying to lifting a finger proved to be harder than remembering the last time that I ate something.

As I was about to give up and sleep again, an large unknown face hovered above mine with a kind, but tired smile and twinkling eyes. He seemed to say something that I couldn't understand while I was busy with trying to recover from the shock. How could the face of a man be so large? God, don't tell me that giants really did exist because if they did, they were going to kill me first because I killed them in… that game of which I couldn't recall the name.

Before I could recall the name of the game that I used to play, I was lifted up by the giant. Slight panic overcame me when I was lifted, but it was when I looked in the dark eyes of the giant white haired man who lifted me when the panic really got me.

I was going to be eaten.

Then the giant smiled pleasantly. It was decided. I was going to be eaten and the giant would enjoy eating me. Stricken with fear, I felt the wetness escaping my eyes and prayed to god to make it painless. I didn't think that my life would end with being eaten by something that should be a fictional creature that I used to fight against in games.

I decided that, if I would ever survive this, I would only play games like… Pokémon. It was still a fighting game, but harmless and I doubted that a Pikachu would be capable of eating me.

The hands that lifted me stiffened as the prayers left my lips as hiccups and the giant seemed to hush something. Huh? Why would a giant hush? Weren't they supposed to roar or something like that?

Curiously, I opened my eyes and I met the sight of another giant behind the first giant who wacked the head of the latter. He said something that made absolutely no sense to me and gestured wildly to the first giant. The said giant smiled sheepishly and carefully moved my body to a more comfortable position.

Words that sounded like Chinese to me were hushed in a warm tone as the giant slightly lulled me and the panic of which I didn't know that it was gone came back.

The man acted like a father.

Don't tell me… that I was reincarnated?

Reincarnation wasn't an unknown subject for a writer like me, but for it to happen to me instead of to my characters? No, that was simply impossible. I didn't remember dying for god's sake! My memory may be horrible, but I was sure that I would remember something like dying.

Maybe I was dreaming… yes that sounded about right… but this dream was… surprisingly… realistic.

Before I could think more about it, sudden drowsiness overwhelmed me and I was lulled to sleep in the warmth of the surely imaginary arms of the man.

…

I was wrong. It wasn't a dream at all. The man who lulled me to sleep in the hospital was real and apparently my father and the worst thing of all… he looked familiar. Now, my memorization skills are close to nonexistent apart from some academic related stuff and my facial recognition, but I did remember the obsession of my best friend and editor. An obsession called… what was it called again?

I didn't remember what her obsession was called, but I knew that it had something to do with a guy called fishcake. But Carol was my best friend and I wouldn't judge her because of her obsession towards fishcakes. No, wait. Her obsession was towards this guy who was fishcake's… teacher? Mentor? Something like that.

I couldn't recall the name now, but I did remember his face. Who wouldn't forget a face when several pictures of the guy was plastered all over the screensaver of Carol's phone or when every time she came to my house to collect my drafts she would update me about that guy.

Which was way too often now I was thinking about it. Maybe I should try to remember my deadlines better… no, wait. That would be impossible since apparently I was reborn, which meant that I was dead. Most likely. And an infant with chubby hands that were unable to do anything. Yet.

Anyways, the face of my father? It was a perfect match with the face of the guy on the screensavers from the white hair to the… rest of his unmasked face. And the fact that my father was an anime character wasn't the weirdest part yet. The man gave me a knife. He gave an infant a fucking knife that could hurt any other baby than me in the most horrible ways and simply smiled when I tried to grab the thing and throw it back. Unsuccessfully thanks to these still useless hands.

Once again he was saying something that I couldn't understand and I gave up. If I wanted to reprimand the guy for giving his child a knife, I should understand this weird language first. He should at least have waited for his daughter to be old enough to understand that knives hurt when they cut… I was a daughter, right?

Shit, I didn't know whether I was a guy or a girl! I didn't think that I was ready to be a guy after living years as someone of the female gender! I meant, forgetting years of living as… how old was I again?

No, worse, what was my name?

Why didn't I remember my name? Or my age?! And all the other trivial stuff?!

My new father panicked when he saw my panicked expression and pulled me back to the new reality as he pulled me into his arms again. I had to stay calm if possible, try and see what I did remember instead of what I didn't. So what did I remember?

I was a writer, but for which genre? Probably romance or something like that… probably. I liked gaming? And… I liked sweet food, that I knew for sure. 1+1=2. E=mc^2. Once every month, pain will come and make me crave for dango or chocolate. The best way to prepare instant ramen was by boiling water and pouring it in the cup. My best friend and editor, Carol, was a hardcore otaku and fishcake's teacher's self-proclaimed greatest fan. I still couldn't remember the guy's name, but I didn't really think a lot about it since I was more of a Pikachu girl.

…Why did I remember the unimportant stuff like puberty, but nothing about my family, appearance, age or how I died?!

…

After months of trying to recall more memories of my now past life, I came to the conclusion that even with a new set of brains, my memorization skills were still close to nonexistent. Especially when it came to names, though I could recognize faces just fine. Making connections to faces and actions? No problem. Making the connection between name and face, however, was more difficult for me.

The basics of my educational knowledge fortunately remained untouched, which meant that maths, physics, chemistry, biology, trivia about many subjects and most knowledge about western languages were still available to me. Thank god for that. Besides not remembering a lot about my past life, I still had basic knowledge that could help me in my new life.

For an example, knowing what the differences were between girls and guys helped me to understand that I was a girl. I didn't know what was more relieving, the fact that I was still a girl or the fact that I didn't have to go through the horrors of learning maths again. Or physics, thank god that I didn't have to learn that again.

Months, I didn't know how many months, of listening to incomprehensible sentences proved to be useful and now I could at least decipher some words that my father used. Kunai was the name of the knife that my dearest dad gave me to play with. I lived in Konoha, or was it Konohagakure? Konoha gakure? Something that meant hidden leaf.

I still knew very little of the foreign sounding language that dad used, most words didn't make any sense to me. Words like kashi and other words that sounded so simple were like Chinese to me, I should have tried to learn the language when I still could.

But I knew that chakra was the name of the interesting light that sometimes sparked from dad's body.

Dad was awesome. He wasn't the most responsible guy in the world, but he could do magic tricks with the light coming from his body! Maybe he would learn me how to do it sometime in the future. I meant, who wouldn't like molding magic like molding clay?

But even though dad was awesome, a magician and a pretty fun guy, I could see that he wasn't always the best company for a child to have. Apart from the giving his only daughter a kunai as a toy, he would have been a good father if it wasn't for his gloominess so now and then.

Sometimes, he stared at the picture of a young woman and tried not to cry. The scene of my father holding back his tears was heartbreaking and the saddest thing was the fact that I could only vaguely understand what he always said to the picture after long months of deciphering repeated words.

"I miss you, dear. She looks just like a mix of you and me. -kashi is… . Please look after our … from heaven."

I knew what that meant. I had a father in this life, but no mother.

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The first time that I saw other faces than my father's, was a little while after I learned how to crawl and terrorize the floor. I never realized how fun it was to see dad panicking and trying to find me while I was hiding in the most obvious places. That was of course, until he gave up and pulled a… roll of paper? Something like that from seemingly nowhere and preforming funny tricks with it.

I didn't know that dad was into gymnastics.

Then, out of nowhere, dogs appeared with a small explosion of smoke.

I knew that my father was a magician!

Dad ordered the dogs something that I didn't understand and the dogs replied. It was funny to see my father converse to the dogs that he summoned out of nowhere… Then I realized that the dogs were actually talking, that the dogs could speak the language that dad used. Better than me even. The indignant gasp that escaped my lips immediately alarmed the sharp hearing of the dogs and I was found.

"What are you doing … -kashi? Come here." The smallest dog sighed when he retrieved me from the lower cupboard. I responded with a pout and a nod and prepared to crawl out of my hiding place. The time that I was crawling out of the lower cupboard was the first time that I wasn't paying attention to my father, but to my surroundings.

That was when I first saw my full reflection in a shiny plate. Although slightly deformed, I definitely recognized the chubby face and the white tufts of hair in the reflection. I looked like dad, almost exactly even and the worst part… I looked like the guy who Carol obsessed over. In fact, I looked more like the guy than my father did. That was plain visible even though my cheeks were still chubby and small differences were to be seen if I stared long enough in the slightly deformed reflection. But when i used my hand to cover the lower part of my face...

Kashi. Hatake Kakashi, the name finally came to my mind and made me stare at my deformed reflection in something akin to horror. My facial recognition was great compared to the other parts of my memory and I trusted it. Even if it said that I was Hatake Kakashi.

At a tender age of nine months, my first word in my new life was an almost horrified "Kashi."

Hey guys, doubleyy here.

I really shouldn't be writing this, but this idea popped up in my mind while I was (supposed to be) doing my homework and refused to leave until I had written it. So the idea was: what if Kakashi was an entirely different person? And so, Kakashi(fem) was born (I think that I will be calling her Kashi in the A/N's. I don't know if I will continue this, but if I do you can expect a lot of canon deviation. And with a lot, I mean a lot. Especially since I don't know a lot about Kakashi's past. Anyways thanks for reading and please review.

Doubleyy out.