It was odd, I concluded. Rather odd indeed.

I hummed as I watched the baby move around staring at its own reflection, entranced with its own reflection, and then I winced.

The baby cried, wailed, and screamed for what most probably was hunger based off how the baby's stomach was rumbling.

I sighed, I wished I could have done something to help the wailing baby as its dark grey eyes were brimmed full of tears, eyes red and puffy, but unfortunately I wasn't able to, seeing how I am watching all of this through its eyes.

Then, the father of said baby immediately appeared out of nowhere and lifted the baby up to his arms and cooed to it. Singing a lullaby.

I wanted to face palm or slap my forehead in exasperation and point out, your baby is hungry, not anxious. In the end, he thankfully, understood it once he found out that the baby wailed even louder after a few minutes of constant cooing and lullabies. Although I had to admit, the baby's father had a nice singing voice, a singer perhaps?

I paused, preposterous, especially with how he moves, too graceful to be a singer, too strong to be a singer, and too…silent to even be a civilian. Then again, I was simply just an observer with the experience and knowledge of a fifteen year old who barely has any knowledge of the harsh reality of the world around her, what could I possibly know to even assume anything of this baby's father?

The baby sucking on the sucker of the baby bottle and greedily gulped in the massive amount of milk for a baby and contently released it with a 'plop' and relaxed.

The father chuckled, softly ruffling the baby's short grey hair and shifted his hold on the baby into a position he could softly pat the baby's back and allow it to release a much deserved burp.

I yawned, not even bothering to hide it, for some reason, the baby snapped its head from its relaxed form previously and confusedly looks around, and I follow its eyes wildly looking at everything from the baby's father's face, to the table, and even to the door as if it had heard me.

I shivered. Perhaps I should try to stop making so much noise? In the case I caused the baby to grow up with paranoia, just simply because I had been hurled into its life as an observer, a guardian angel of sorts? For what reason, I wonder, was I chosen as this baby's guardian angel? Surely someone else who had more experience would have been better. I shrugged. Oh well, it was too late to even lament over something that has already happened.

Ever heard of the phrase, don't cry over spilt milk? Yeah. That.

Anyways, I think I was thinking too deep that I hadn't realized the baby had fallen asleep and I was stuck in the darkness, blinding, and empty darkness.

I groaned. Then soon, after this, silly images will pop up, and then I can move, but I'd rather I had not honestly. After all, who would want to witness the dreams of a baby's?

…Please don't say me or else I'll just cry that no one understands I'm trying to actually be mocking for once. Geez.

Then, I felt it. The darkness merged into something with more colors, senses, emotions, and the like.

I find myself with my own physical body once again, and I almost whooped in joy, before noticing the baby was there happily experiencing its dream, and I cursed.

It seems like I'll have to keep on hiding away from the baby, less it realizes I'm not from its mind and its bodily defenses immediately tries to exterminate me due to identifying me as an intruder.

Funny, how this all turned out.

Ah, I haven't told you this, have I? How I got here that is, let me try to tell you that as I try to hide and dodge the baby's dreams.

I was, you know, a simply weird, deranged, slightly insane, and perhaps I had always never acted like a child, but I was a child. Like, as in, literally, was a child, just as of recently before I died and well…became this baby's guardian angel of sorts.

I snorted at the prospect of myself being considered as a guardian angel. Preposterous. Erm, oops, sorry. I may or may not have skipped over the whole thing, let me get back to my whole point of the story again. As I've said, I had always been odd, one moment I would act like I had a stick up in my ass, the next I would act like I was a kicked puppy, the next I would act like a hyperactive child, and the next I would act like a scorned wistful aged person. Other times, I would act completely normal, and yet certain times, I acted completely like someone else I knew, copying their exact mannerism and speech. I was quite a creepy child to be honest, most probably the reason I had never had many friends, and then…well, my mother died, from a disease, oh, you know, the usual. Cancer.

Then, two months passed by with myself slowly becoming even more insane than I probably already was did my death happen. I was being driven home, I didn't have a driving license yet to drive myself home, did I find myself deathly ill and in pain for some unknown reason. I went into a spasm and then blacked out.

The next thing I remember, were people whispering how it was too early for me to go and well…that was it actually, I just heard people pitying me and it pissed me off beyond hell and I…suddenly find myself in the darkness, conscious, aware, but, well…unable to move or see…and then, the moment I see light, everything was blurry and then…everything and everyone was bigger than me and I find it odd that I couldn't control the direction of my body did I realize, I was merely observing this baby. Like seriously, this is uncool man, so uncool. Why did I die, especially when I was being driven to the airport to go to a school fieldtrip? Like seriously? Why?

Anyways, enough of how I arrived here, it seems I've explained enough and dodged enough of the baby and its dreams to find it all dissolve into nothingness and the baby awakes from the soothing voice of its father.

I hear the father coo the baby's name and I furrowed my eyebrow in confusion, Ka…Ka…Shi…? I felt myself pale at that.

What. What. What.

This father must be pretty insane to name his child based off a fictional character I thought. Like seriously, so insane and odd. Definitely odd.

Then I find myself seeing this baby's father's face clearly than before. Probably because it's morning right now and thus clearer image of the father and I almost shrieked, had I not forgotten the baby could actually hear me, and the fact that I know who the father was even more silly because then it leads to the proposal that, why yes, despite how odd everything had been, it had to be even more odd.

I WAS IN A FREAKING FICTIONAL WORLD.

What the actual fuck?

Then, I paused and mused, contemplating about this carefully, or at least as carefully as my clumsy self could.

Noticing the baby, who was most probably Hatake Kakashi, genius prodigy blink up at Hatake Sakumo, Konoha's White Fang. It seems like my previous assumption of him being someone peculiar was true after all, heh, it seems like I was right for once. Although I would have wished I was right on something less…absurd as this situation is.

Then Hatake Sakumo flashed a smile to baby Hatake Kakashi and cooed at him again.

I groaned, I did not want to be here, and then for some unknown reason, my wish was granted, in the most peculiar way. Nevertheless, granted.

I find my vision of Kakashi's father, Sakumo, disappear and find myself in quite a particularly blank…place.

Was I in his mindscape? Was the first question that popped up into my mind, and the first thought being, Man, this is boring. Then, I noticed and saw several familiar objects, probably Kakashi's toys and daily things his baby self notices the most, and I whistled.

If this was Kakashi's prodigious mind, and for a recently newborn baby, this was pretty amazing, I concluded, nodding as sagely as I possibly could.

The items littering the blank canvas of a mindscape Kakashi has were a lot, it wasn't as blank as it previously was as I thought, I conceded. His mindscape was simply too wide, because apparently several familiar objects was underestimating the true amount. It was like an avalanche, it looked like a tiny speck of a dot here and there, but it was actually a huge butt load of them.

There was his room, the mirror, his bottle, his bed, crib, his father's outfits, and there were sounds, his name, lullabies, etc, etc.

I felt amazed at them before I trepidatiously went to touch them and find myself immediately organizing the littered mess in the copy of a home Kakashi had made in his mind and put them in their right place.

The bottle of milk his father had took, into the cabinets. His toys, into the chest. His scrolls, into the shelf, etc etc.

After a while, I find myself satisfied with my organization skills before wincing once I heard several huge thuds appear at once in the mindscape.

I whistled at the constant streaming meteoroids of knowledge that entered into Kakashi's mindscape in an abnormally fast rate and I immediately found my hands full.

This was going to be trying.

But worth it, I reasoned and smiled. After all, as long as his knowledge came in, especially Japanese, the better it is for me. So I started, and things went into motion and I find myself decorating the place and memorizing the information that entered his mindscape.

Right after I made that decision,

I find myself getting tired, and tried to go back out, only to, well, find myself unable to do so. I panicked. Shit. What if I'm stuck here for all eternity?! What do I do then…?!

POOF! In appeared a person, who I'm pretty sure is Kakashi. The difference being, he was freaking older! As in, no longer a baby older! How old was he now? Three? Four? Five? God damn it Kakashi! You and your prodigious self, you!

He looked around, an adult with blonde hair, who I'm guessing is most probably a Yamanaka, accompanied him as they both toured Kakashi's mindscape I painstakingly organized and maintained. They better be amazed, that's for sure!

"Hmmm…Interesting." I hear the Yamanaka say. "Your mindscape is quite organized for such a young age of two years, Kakashi-kun. You are truly, indeed, a prodigy."

Kakashi snorted at that, before swiftly turning his back towards the Yamanaka feeling slightly weirded out by Yamanaka's praise.

I hid in one of the buildings in Kakashi's mindscape as I watched them walk around.

"Incredible, your mindscape is like a replica of the very places you've been to, it seems like you have near-photographic memories if not for the blanks here and then." The Yamanaka noted.

Two year old Kakashi hummed at him, before suddenly straightening himself as he passed by the building I hid in.

My heart drummed and I tensed. Did he notice me…?

"What's wrong, Kakashi-kun?" The Yamanaka asked him.

He stared at the building I was in and my entire body trembled in fear. What happens if they find me? Would they kill me? Can they even kill me, since we're all in Kakashi's mindscape?

I gulped as I felt Kakashi walk towards the building. Better not take the risk!

Trying to calm my breathing as to not let them know I was here, I stealthily went out of the window and dropped down to the ground, the bush, surprisingly soft, broke my fall and I hid in it, trying to lay as still as possible.

Please don't let them find out I'm here, please don't let them find me!