Superficial Revival


As if being revived in my twelve year old body wasn't bad enough, I'm stuck with a Japanese speaking caretaker. I can only speak English. SI/OC.


Chapter One

Pocchari


They all went tense. It was the strongest chakra strike they've ever felt. Well, besides Naruto's of course, but it was still in its range. "So you all felt that as well," The Sandaime spoke as he closed his eyes and laid his chin on his knuckles. "You two, go check it out. Report to me using your radios." He said, pointing at Gai and Kakashi.

"Yes, Lord Hokage," Kakashi spoke for the two and Kurenai, Gai, and Asuma bowed. When Gai and Kakashi was outside the Hokage's door, Kakashi sighed, "Great I'm with you..."

"Let's work together, Copy Cat Ninja!" Gai said smiling, showing all his perfect, straight, white teeth. And in not even in a second, it went 'TING!' And there goes his thumbs up.

"It's not like I have a choice anyway," Kakashi said with another sigh and started out of the Hokage's office, Gai following him glowing with youthfulness.


"... A child?"

"Kakashi, Kakashi," Gai said shaking his head, "This isn't a child, this is a preteen; a preteen glowing with youthfulness!"

"How can she possibly be glowing with youthfulness if she's is unconscious?" Kakashi deadpanned. He could hardly even feel her chakra; he didn't even know it was there. Maybe she was dead…

"I can feel it through her teeny veins..." Gai said, with a fist up and a screwed up face meant for encouragement. Kakashi only rolled his eyes, and made sure he could be heard on his radio which was attached to his ear.

"Lord Hokage?" Kakashi spoke as he shook his head and Gai's antics. He was too busy trying to check for her pulse and making her look "youthful" by... molding her face.

"Ah, this is he," The raspy old voice of the Hokage spoke on the other end.

"There is a girl, I'm guessing between the age of ten through twelve with dark skin, and black hair. Beside her is a green backpack with… who knows what in it. Despite the burst of chakra, there's hardly any chakra surrounding her," he explained, a frown etched on his face, hidden behind his mask.

The Sandaime hummed. "Take her to the infirmary for an examination. I will meet you there."

"Yes Lord Hokage," he spoke firmly. "I'll get her," Kakashi added, already having the obsidian haired female in his arms.

"Ah, so youthful Kakashi!" Gai said, grinning while giving him a thumbs up, "I bet I could beat you there, giving you a five second head start!" Of course, there was never a wrong time to challenge his rival, even when carrying a possible dead girl in his rival's arms.

"Mmm... I guess I can put in another point." Kakashi shrugged with a nonchalant attitude.

"On the count of three," Gai stated, ignoring his calm attitude towards his challenge. "One… two… three… Go!" Gai exclaimed, dashing off before realizing that Kakashi already seemed to get a head start. "YOU UNYOUTHFUL CHEATER!" He shouted after his long term rival.


"So this is the girl you were speaking of?" The sandaime spoke as he eyed the weird girl on the hospital bed with curiosity. She looked weird. Very weird for that matter. She looked like she didn't come from here. Maybe a different culture or so. Maybe from the Lighting Village? Well her skin complexion was in range.

"Yes, Lord Hokage." Kakashi spoke, ignoring the glare he was receiving from Gai for "cheating." "Said girl was found on the outskirts of the village, just a little wayward beyond the village's gates."

The sandaime straightened up as he blew smoke from his pipe. "Check her bag for any weapons, and see if she has a hitai-ate as well. Kakashi, watch over her until she wake up. I would have Gai also take up this task, but he has a genin team to attend to."

"Yes lord Hokage." They both spoke, simultaneously. Whilst searching her bag, they found nothing but a sketch book, a cold, metallic rectangle, and a package of candy.


I couldn't feel a thing. Well, maybe I could; my whole body was burning, was the only thing I could feel. Every inch of my body was in pain. It felt like I was in hell, if it was like this anyway. I could barely open my eyes without my eyes flaring with fire. I immediately closed my eyes, ignoring the slight sting. I could've been blinded; who in their rightful mind would put such a blinding light right above a bed?

"Ah, so you're awake."

My eyes closed even tighter in confusion. What language is this? I'm sure I just didn't end up in some kind of foreign country. At least I hope not. God, I had better not. That would make my life hell as the only language I knew was English.

"You're in pain, aren't you?"

Instead of being confused, I tried to analyze his voice. It seemed like a male voice. His voice was comforting, or curious. I don't know... I couldn't even understand a word he was saying.

"It doesn't hurt to talk, you know."

Maybe I should open my eyes and try to talk to him. Or even if I couldn't, I could make hand gestures. I reluctantly opened my eyes, fighting back the pain to close them and I ignored the blinding lights, my eyes slowly adjusting to it. I slowly looked around the room and I blinked. Looking at the items in this God awful room, I could tell that I was in a hospital.

And that's when I noticed the oddly, way too familiar man in my room. He possessed silver, unruly, gravity-defying hair, a metal headband with a leaf symbol carved into it, and a masked face saving for one dull, obsidian colored, lazy eye.

The fuck?

I can't believe a Japanese speaking, attractive cosplayer has come to see me in the hospital! Especially as Kakashi! I'll admit, he's not one of my favorite characters, but he's one of the best looking characters out there. I've even read one Naruto chapter about his face reveal; beneath the mask, he had a little mole on his chin which brought his looks all together.

I began to grin, ignoring the pain on my face. It's the only motion I could do since my body refused to move.

"You're happy? Why?"

My smile faded as I realized he was still speaking Japanese and I couldn't understand a damn word; I couldn't speak to him. My body was refusing to move so hand gestures were out of the question.

"Uh, sorry, I only speak English." I tried, only flinched at the way I sounded. Did I always sound like a baby rat? I mean, I'm sure my voice wasn't this high pitched before.

I ignored how I sounded for the moment and focused on his raised eyebrow. He seems confused as well... He looked like he was thinking about something until he spoke, once again, "Name?"

And again, I remained dumbfounded. I knew nothing of Japanese; all I knew was "konichwa" and maybe a few other words as well. Maybe the easier, commonly used words in anime like "baka" and "aho," stuff like that.

I was pulled out of my personal baby Japanese lesson as he pointed to himself, "Kakashi." Then he pointed to me, like he wanted me to finish. I smirked when he called himself Kakashi. He's not Kakashi. Silly cosplayer.

"Sherri," I stated. I snickered when he attempted to pronounce my name. He said it more like "Cherry." Not to mention he rolled the R. It was cute, I couldn't help but to laugh but immediately stopped when my stomach was in pain.

"Are you alright?"

I blinked, but then I shrugged. I shook my head. "Sherri." I said, smiling, trying to hold back my laughter.

"Cherri."

"Share."

"Chair."

"Ri."

"Rri."

"You will be the death of me."


I smiled when my cute cosplayer friend came in. He sat down in the chair beside and greeted me with only by my name. And I greeted him with his, "Kakashi." I chuckled to myself. How long was he going to keep this up? He raised an eyebrow at me but I shook my head.

For the past few days, he has been coming in to greet me. I was happy to realize that he kept up his Kakashi cosplay outfit. Lately, he has been teaching me some of his language, and I have been teaching him some of mine. For him, I don't believe it's hard for him to teach me since I know a few Japanese words myself. He was learning so fast that I believed he had the upper-hand. Maybe he studied English before?

So far, Kakashi only knows how to say a couple of greetings. Though they are very much informal, you'd hardly see anyone speaking so formal anyway. Well, at least in America.

I found it funny the way he pronounces things. It's not that the words were ridiculously off or anything, it's just that he'd roll some words here and there, and sometimes pronounce some words wrong. Take the word, "milk" for example. There are no "L's" their alphabet, so it's a given he'd pronounce it differently in English. However, when I say "milk" in Japanese, it sounds like I have a bad case of the weeaboos.

It's also hard for him, I'm guessing, because when he teaches me some words, I often sound weird because of my English accent and sometimes because it sounds like the word has an "L" and/ or a "V" so I put emphasis on it and all he does is sigh and shakes his head.

Sometimes, Kakashi comes in here with some medicine pills but I always reject them. It's weird. Sometimes I wonder if he's actually the nurse trying to make me feel better, but at the same time, he's the only one I've seen so I refused to take pills given to me by a guy I met a few days ago. But that's not the only reason why I don't take them, I just hate pills period; they're too much of a hassle. Even if they were for healing purposes, I'd rather my illness to just go away on its own.

However, I believe he thinks I'm weird because I always reject his pills and he tries to explain what's this and what's that but it never works because he speaks Japanese and I'm the confused American person.

Sometimes he even brings me lunch. Often times, I suspect he puts that weird medicine in my food but other times, I don't. The food looks way too edible to dismiss because of stupid pills.

Other than the cosplayer, I think about my mother when he's away. I think this is her doing, honestly. I mean, she knows my weird obsession with anime, so I'm guessing this is her doing. It's really nice of her to hire these authentic, Japanese cosplayers but last time I checked, we don't have money to blow. At least I'm being kept busy while in this hellhole.

"Etou, Kakashi-senpai," I spoke what little Japanese I knew. "Etou..." Okay. I couldn't finish this sentence due to lack of understanding of the language, but I managed to get by by pointing to his mask. I wouldn't be surprised if he had Sharingan contacts. I'd probably kiss him too. I mean, to go that far for one sick girl is amazing and deserves a kiss. At least on the cheek. Maybe on the lips. He's hot.

Back to the real world and out of watered-down fangirl moment, instead of showing me what was underneath his headband, all he did was smile. For better effects, he did the Kakashi eye smile instead. He put his index finger to his lips. "Secret."

Since it sounded like an English term, I could tell he said secret and I only rolled my eyes with a small pout, "Secret my ass."

Sometime later, I was happy to realize that I was getting released from the hospital. I didn't like staying in one place for so long anyway so a smiled reached my face when Kakashi was here to escort me out of the hospital.

By this time, Kakashi knew a bit of English. I'm surprised he learned quickly in just a few weeks. But there were some books on different languages so I'm not surprised if he actually did studied the language when he left the hospital. If I had said a ten word sentence, he'd probably know more than half of those words, exempting the small baby words.

Anyway, I was surprised to see that I was all better. It was just my legs that were damaged (they felt like they've been stomped on by a wild boar or something) but in just a few weeks, they were back to normal with no pain at all. Surprisingly, I didn't even need a wheelchair. I skipped back and forth in the lobby as I waited for Kakashi to check me out the hospital. I was oddly elated for a seventeen year old to be getting overly excited about some legs. I guess I had the right to, after all, I thought they were terminally damaged.

It'd be surprising if there were some real medical ninja healing me when I was asleep. That would be rather... shocking, to say in the least.

When Kakashi was finally through, he guided me outside the hospital and the word "shocked" wasn't even an accurate term to describe the expression on my face. I mean, this place looks exactly like Konohagakure no Sato. This is unbelievable…

"Big?" He asked me in Japanese with his eye smile. With my mouth slightly gaping like a fish, I barely managed to nod. They even had the Hogake Monument.

I frowned. This is wrong. My mom does not have enough money for all this. Even if she did, she couldn't be able to do all this… it was way too authentic.

"Kakashi," I said in English and looked up at him worried eyes, "please don't tell me that there is a Hokage in that building." I pointed towards the huge building we were suddenly walking towards.

"Uhh..." Kakashi stuttered, searching for the proper English words, "Why would not Hokage be there?" He asked me in broken English and I just slumped my shoulders. Where the hell am I? Where were my friends? Where was my mom and dad? WHERE'S THE DAMN STREET?! Not this fucking dirt path!


The man sitting in the chair, looking exactly like the Sandaime, sat in his chair, and chewed on a pipe. His eyes held a smile and so did his face. Kakashi was in front of me and I was behind him. A frown certainly on my own face.

While they spoke in Japanese I contemplated things to find my conclusion. This is certainly not the Earth I belonged to. Not one single damned place on earth looks exactly like Konohagakure no Sato. And there wouldn't or shouldn't be a person who looks exactly like Kakashi and wears the same flak jacket and navy blue pants every day. And then there was the Sandaime. No one had smoked a pipe since the 20th century or the 19th. And no one, and I mean no one, could looked like Sandaime himself. Every wrinkle, mole, and liver spot in the positioned perfectly on his face just like in the anime show Naruto.

... Yup. I'm in one of those weird fanfictions in which a girl falls into the Narutoverse and gets weird super ninja powers and change the plot for the better, or she's a complete Mary-Sue and has an animal as a sidekick and everybody loves/ hates her and she's married/ a girlfriend to the most strongest and handsomest man here and she gets kidnapped 24/ 7. Besides, who would share information that they know the future? That basically screams "I'm an idiot." Those type of characters must want to be kidnapped and used for their power? And the fact that the stupid Mary Sue talks to whoever how they want to and still manages to survive? Dear Jesus, the possibilities of that character's death go on and on…

"Kakashi, if I happened to jump out that window at this height, what would happen?" I asked him. I managed to make a quick theory. If I died, I most likely came here in an alternate universe. So if I died in said universe, there was a strong possibility that I could go home! There are so many if's about my theory, but it's a theory I'm willing to try.

"You'd die, but why?" He asked with a raised eyebrow, his face as dull as any other day.

I shrugged. "I have a weird urge to kill myself."

He didn't spare me anymore glances as he continued to talk to the Hokage. While they were talking, I walked towards the window and was ready to jump out until I felt a strong grip on the back of my shirt. This really wasn't funny anymore nor was I enjoying my time as I was before. I wanted to go home. I didn't want to be by any kind of ninja nor friends with one. Nothing normal ever happens when this shit occurs to people in those fanfiction stories. It was ridiculous and I refused to take a part in it.

"Don't," he said with a stern voice and I slumped under his grip. "If yourself want to die, you could died in hospital." He stated rather rudely. I could tell he was offended by my suicide attempt.

The Hokage said a few things to Kakashi as he continued to grip the back of my shirt. I could only understand a few articles and a few verbs. Nothing else. Kakashi bowed and dragged me out of the room.

"You value you yourself live?" Kakashi asked and I couldn't help but to snicker at his slip up.

"It's life," I corrected him, "besides, I didn't know where I was until now. And I can't be here. It's wrong for me to be here."

"Why is it so wrong?" He asked me, ignoring me correcting him.

"I... I can't tell you but it's very wrong." I said with a nod. I quickly changed the subject, "So where are we going?"

"Hokage-sama ask me if you a commoner," Kakashi said and turned to me. "I say yes. Since you're young, he asked me do you want to attend academy while there still time. What's your say? Since you don't value your love, you might as well."

I ignored his errors, "I do value my life, not just in this place." I began to massage my temples, "I just have a theory. And no, I rather not be a ninja."

He nodded. "So what's this theory of yours?"

I scratched my head, "I can't tell you; it's one of the reasons why me being here is definitely wrong."

Kakashi sighed, "You're being much hard for a young teen."

"Young teen? I'll have you know that I am seventeen." I said, wagging my finger at him. He only looked at me crazily.

"If I last remembered, seventeen year teens are not four feet high, and chubby." He deadpanned, pinching my cheeks.

I slapped his hand a way with a frown. Now that I can understand him, he's very... He's irritating me. Let's leave it at that. "I have always been short?" I said, rubbing my very much violated cheeks, "Besides, is 'chubby' just another way of trying to call me fat? I thought you were nice. Jeez, Kakashi… do you say shit about me in your language?"

"You stubborn," He spoke, grabbing my hand as he vanished in leaves, me leaving along with him. While doing his little shunshin jutsu, I felt light as a feather and when it ended, however, the weight dropped on me like a rock and I immediately had a headache.

"Don't do that again..." I groaned as I laid on the nearest couch. Turns out, we were at Kakashi's apartment, I'm assuming in the Hatake Clan residence. It wasn't overly messy, sheesh, it wasn't messy at all. It was a nice apartment.

He shrugged as he handed me a mirror. "Here, Pocchari (1), see for self," He gave me a weird nickname and I rolled my eyes. I'll ask him the meaning of it later.

I received the mirror and immediately dropped and I could hear Kakashi sigh. "Another mirror broken..." I could barely hear him say.

I. Am a kid. Once again.

After all those years! Trying my hardest to gain respect and I lost it all because of God knows what! I groaned to myself, sliding of the couch, ignoring my headache. Headaches were the least of my problems now.

"What is happening to me?!"

"Puberty." Kakashi said with an eye smile.

I only gave him a blank stare before frowning for the nth time today, "This isn't funny, Kakashi!" I groaned once more. "I'm twelve again!"

"Again?"

"Yes! Again! Me being twelve happened five fucking years ago!" I shouted, pulling at my hair.

Kakashi pulled my hand away from my hair with a reassuring smile, "Don't kill self over this."

I began to cry. And I'm not the one to cry at all. But... I cried. I cried because I lost my family. I cried because I lost my friends. I cried because there is a high possibility of me being kidnapped and/ or used. I cried because I was in the Narutoverse. I cried because Kakashi made stupid slip ups. I cried because I sounded stupid whilst speaking Japanese. I cried because I was twelve again. I cried because I lost all my respect.

"Can yourself stop crying? I'm uncomfortable." Kakashi said, I could feel his uneasiness just rolling off of him.

I sniffed with a small smile on my face at his uneasiness. "Shut up, Kakashi... If you were in my place you'd be frustrated as well." I said, wiping my tears away.

"Then I are happy I are not," Kakashi muttered as he sat down.

"Quit saying stuff wrong!" I groaned, the urge to cry fading away.

"Well your language is difficulty to learned." He said, scratching the back of his head. I rose an eyebrow.

"You learned most of it in the duration of two weeks." I said. "But hey, you have the sharingan, it helps, right?"

He tensed, narrowing his eyes at me. "How you know?" Dammit, I need to remember not to make any slip ups. But this would be an easy recovery; everyone knows who Kakashi Hatake was.

"I'm not stupid. You're Kakashi Hatake: The Copycat Nin," I said casually, rolling my eyes. "Even an idiot who takes sarcasm seriously could know that."

"Just most weeks ago, you asked what was under my hitai-ate." He said, pointing at his forehead protector.

I sat back coolly. "I didn't realize who you actually were until those weeks ago," I stated vaguely. "I don't often forget faces but I kinda forgot."

"Yourself only twelve. How would've you know of me?" He asked.

"Well for one, you told me your name," I said holding up my index finger, "and for another thing, I am not twelve. I'm seventeen, believe me or not. I've been through puberty and all that other jazz."

Kakashi sighed, not believing my shit. "Where do you come from? You have a weird name, ne?" He asked and all I could do was shrug.

"Where I come from, most of our names don't actually have meanings, unlike yours," I explained, nodding towards him. Before he had the chance to ask me any questions, I spoke. "Let me teach some more English – yours is slightly off."

"Alright," he said, closing his eye, "You could use helping up on your Japanese a lot as well."

"No shit."

"Is that a swear?"


"Say, where are you going?" I asked Kakashi as he headed towards the door. It was later in the evening and it turns out, I have to stay with the old coot for a while until I'm able to work and pay for my own apartment. Until then, I'm stuck with Kakashi and his petty house sitting. I guess things went down with the Hokage.

"Out. I'm needed for the Hokage," He glanced at me and narrowed his eyes. "Do not leave from this apartment. Do not wander anywhere. DO NOT go in my room. You're welcome to watch TV and raid the fridge."

I grinned when he said the latter. "All I need is the fridge, Kakashi-senpai," I said and nodded and quickly trotted towards the kitchen. He left when I responded. Turns out, all there was were foreign foods I've never tasted or heard of. I groaned. "What's all this shit?!" I said to myself.

I continued to groan as I raided through his cabinets. He never said I couldn't or I could go through it so I might as well. When I found an apple, a red one at that, I settled for it. And I hate red apples. But hey, it was the only thing I saw that wasn't too foreign that it looked inedible.

After eating the apple, I passed the TV. It's probably in Japanese and I was still below an amateur in learning different languages. Instead, I headed towards the spare room that Kakashi had. It was empty. Not anything. I just shrugged and laid out on the floor.

It wasn't long until I began to fall asleep. I was having this wonderful dream about a character, Deidara, meeting my parents. Unfortunately, my father wanted to see Deidara dance so he shot at his feet. Earlier, he thought Deidara was a girl and was confused and began asking me questions.

But that all ended when I could physically feel my temperature rising at a suffocating degree. My breathing became heavier and ragged. I struggled for air. Not only was it burning on the inside, it was burning on the outside.

My breathing came out more like grunts and pants. When it was too much for me to hold in, I screamed as tears flowed down my eyes. I couldn't stop screaming. It felt like hell dropped its load on my body. I was relieved to see that I was becoming unconscious. I guess my body can't take it either and decided to shut down for a while.

Now I knew how microwaved food felt.


"Hmm..." I hummed in content. I felt that lovely, natural feeling of waking up in the morning with no disturbances and no one waking you up their selves. Just you. It's truly amazing. The feeling was absolutely heaven, I must say.

When I began to sit up, my mood went down south and it was the exact opposite of heaven; it was definitely hell. And I suddenly recalled the events from last night. I... Was I being lit on fire or something? Hell, it's quite possible here; people breathe fire here and there so the theory I had wasn't completely idiotic. But... Kakashi probably secured the apartment or something, knowing him.

"You're up."

I turned my head to realize Kakashi was in the room. I nodded, "Yeah. You must've taken me here?" I asked him.

He nodded as well and took a seat next to the bed I resided in, "My neighbor had informed he heard screams from my apartment. I quickly went in to notice you were knocked out cold. When I picked you up, your body was hot." He said, looking over me for any burns. "It actually burned my hand."

He took off his glove to let me examine his hand I frowned to notice he had superficial burns on his hand. I grimaced, "Sorry. But even I didn't know what was going on. Suddenly I was having this wonderful dream about a hot blonde and bam," I explained calmly, "my body was burning."

"You didn't have to be detailed," he sighed. "I'll have the nurses run you over while I go get some food for you." He said and stood up.

"Oi! Get apples! Green apples! I despise of red apples. They're disgusting," I said and wagged my finger at him.

He chuckled, "And you were seventeen."

"Believe me or not."


A/N: This a revamped version of my story Do Me Good. I had it removed from my other account so I could post it on this account, new and improved. The grammar was horrible and so were the details. The grammar is still probably not that great, but let me tell you, it's better than before.

Please, review (-: Criticism is welcomed and hella needed.

(1): Pocchari means "Chubby" in Japanese.