Hey, everyone!

This fic is to celebrate Kakashi's birthday (9/15)! Happy birthday, Kakashi!

So this story was inspired by me wanting to write another ObiKaka-while having MadaTobi. Which then led to the thought process of how to get Kakashi and Obito with Madara and Tobirama... and then I saw a time travel fanfic and was like, "This is it!"

Plus, Kakashi's birthday was coming up when I had the idea.

Also, very sorry about the title, I'm super bad at making them... -_-'

Actually, there is this underlying joke in it.

You see the title is: "Dawn {暁}" and you notice that kanji right there? Yes, it means dawn.

And guess what one of the Japanese words for dawn is?

...

If you guessed "Akatsuki", you were right!

Anyways, I hope you enjoy this story!

Under a lavender sky, surrounded by gray mountains, on the tiled green floor, the pressure pounds into all within the vicinity. They fight against the gravity.

A beautiful light blue-haired woman stands at a distance from four men and another woman. The blue-haired princess lifts her right arm up, quaking under the pressure as she exhibits the pole—her bone which protrudes out of it.

The blonde and raven-haired young men both tense as their breath hitches at the sudden movement.

The princess then raises her other arm, the darkness within her left sleeve grins madly as it bares its teeth.

The scarred man gasps as his crimson pin-wheeled eyes widen.

With an eerie cracking sound, another gray bone—which contrasts so much from her white skin—extends from her left hand.

Onyx eyes are strained wide, unable to take themselves off of the sight. The silver-haired man chokes, "Oh no."

The darkness smiles, its eerie golden eyes squinting into crescents as if it were laughing.

The princess's hands shake under the heavy gravity as she takes aim at the dark-haired young man and glowing blonde, who are stuck to the ground due to the same pressure which shakes her.

The boys struggle to escape, sensing the pending attack; however, they are locked into place and unable to escape.

Stabilizing just enough and with aim on the two fallen boys, the alien princess launches the poles.

"Dodge it, Sasuke…!" Naruto struggles to utter out as he shakily rises to his feet.

The pink-haired girl gasps as she turns away, too afraid to look.

Both boys barely jump out of the way as the poles pierce the air and into the tiled floor behind them.

"Is the heavy gravity distorting your aim?" the darkness laughs.

"I've now adjusted for it." Kaguya declares as she raises her hands higher and pushes her bone out of her hands. "I won't miss with the next one."

"I won't let you!" Obito growls as he forces himself to his feet.

Kakashi follows his lead silently, forcing himself to dash through the gravity.

There's something that I can still do.

Both men dash as if in slow motion as they fight the pressure pulling them down.

I can at least be a shield for them!

They outstretch their arms as they lunge forward one last time.

Let me make it in time!

The blue-haired alien launches her weapons just as the two men fly forward, shielding the two boys who lie on the ground. She smirks.

A sudden hand grasps both men, causing their eyes to widen as they see the spiritual form which assists them. A girl with brown hair pulls the two men closer, bringing them back into their younger days. —Rin…! She drops the two men in front of the fallen boys.

Thank you, Rin. Kakashi stares forward at the incoming weapons, not hesitating for a second to stand tall. Obito and I will be joining you soon. We can catch up then… Together, the three of us.

Obito turns his head to Kakashi, his red eyes widening as the revelation hits him.

—Kakashi is going to die.

The poles are inches away from their stomachs.

Kakashi turns to look at Obito one last time, his usually sharp onyx eyes soften as his lips quirk up into a gentle smile.

Obito can't help the icky horror which clings to his stomach as he stares at that expression. He won't make it in time—

Simultaneously, the poles pierce into the two men. They dig into their stomachs, cracking them. The poles themselves to begin to disintegrate.

Sakura releases a strangled cry of horror as Sasuke and Naruto stare at the men with wide eyes full of dread.

Kakashi does his best to turn around to his students and give them a last loving smile. "Don't lose."

The bodies disintegrate into a pile of ash as the mind fades from consciousness.

Kakashi awakes to the sound of crickets chirping and the feeling of dirt under his hands. His eyes snap open in an instant when his consciousness returns, finding himself lying on the uneven dirt ground. Kakashi slowly rises, pushing himself up with his hands as his fingers dig into the dirt. It's uncomfortable how the dirt sticks to his small hands—small hands?

Kakashi's eyes widen as he stares at his two small, pale hands—hands that do not belong to a 30-year-old Jounin ninja. In fact, they are so small that it's almost as if he had returned to his younger self—

No—it can't be—!

Kakashi rises to his feet even though he is still wobbly and a slight, pounding pain shoots through his mind. He dashes, using his keen nose and other senses he has developed over the years to map his surroundings. There, he had found it—what he is searching for—and sprints towards it, not minding the slight tumblings every so often when he tripped on one thing or another.

Kakashi knows he reaches his destination when his ears pick up the faint sound of running water. Hastily, he pushes himself to the shore and stares. His eyes are dilated and his breaths are short and heavy as he intakes it, panting not from the sudden action but at the shocking image reflected on the makeshift mirror. Kakashi peers at the young figure that can only be him which reflects off the river and is only visible due to the full moon which hangs in the sky.

He looked exactly like when he was a child. His spiky silver hair is as long as ever, his scar is ever evident over his left eye—no, not his left eye per say. Kakashi's breath hitches as he intakes the mystical beauty of scarlet—he had Obito's eye still. But, how? It had been returned to Obito—

Obito!

That's right, he had died—him and Obito both—he was sure of it. Yet why was he alive? No, wait—why was he a kid again?! No—more importantly, what happened to Naruto and Sasuke and Sakura? Were they able to defeat Kaguya?! Are they still alive?! Kakashi felt his mind spin in circles, making him dizzy enough that he needed to catch his head with his hand. The silver-haired man—well, boy, now—reels his mind, trying to organize his thoughts in .a less headache-inducing fashion. Resolutely, Kakashi takes one last look at his youthful appearance before turning his gaze to the full moon.

First things first—

—I need to find out where I am and what day it is.

Though Kakashi thought this, the first thing he actually did was check his inventory. He didn't want to be unprepared in this unknown world where anyone or anything could possibly harm him—he didn't want to face dangers and then find out that he didn't have a particular tool and such. That could cost him his life. And Kakashi wanted to keep himself alive—after all, if he was still alive then that means Obito could also be—which means, Obito is somewhere out there still. He wasn't going to make the same mistake, thinking his best friend is dead, to only find Obito on the other end of the battlefield, glaring at him.

Never again.

The silver-haired boy had found that his inventory had most of his ninja tools—shuriken, kunai, ninja wire, some makibishi spikes, some senbon, and a medical kit—the one Rin had given him for his promotion to Jounin. Strapped to his back is his family's heirloom tantou—the white light chakra saber. When Kakashi had been in Anbu, the sword had broke during a mission and, even after he got it repaired, he never really picked it up again.

After confirming his equipment, Kakashi glances one more time at his reflection in the river. His eyes focus on his left eye—Obito's Sharingan. His eyelids flutter shut for a moment before he opens only his right eye. Kakashi indulges himself with another lingering glance at his appearance before taking off back into the forest.

Kakashi has no clue where he is going—

—but this isn't the first time he has been lost in life.

So, he'll make it back eventually again.

It was when he had dug deeper into the forest that he felt it—a massive amount of familiar type chakra. It was a chakra that Kakashi had learned to live the rest of his life with—even if all who bore that type of chakra left his side.

It was the chakra signature of the Uchiha clan—more specifically, their famed dojutsu—the Sharingan.

Kakashi knew there was no way that it was Obito. After all, there were too many of them and Obito never seemed to get along with any other Uchiha besides Madara—even if Madara did to just use him in the end. However, that didn't stop Kakashi from storming over there silently.

That was a place with quite a few people—which means it is a place to get the information he needs.

However, what Kakashi finds is not the friendly—okay, Uchihas weren't very friendly in the first place besides Obito, Shisui, and Itachi and even Sasuke when he was younger—but still, this wasn't some ordinary occurrence. The silver-haired boy finds the Uchiha—five of them, all adults—surrounding one child in oversized battle gear. The boy had half dark-half light hair and his eyes were dilated as he trembles, backed up against a huge boulder with the adult Uchiha surrounding him.

Now, Kakashi was no Naruto—who rushed to someone's aid when they were in danger—no, Kakashi was Kakashi. He is a hardened Jounin ninja of Konoha—who has seen blood and carnage since the age of six and has lived to not only see his loved ones die but to kill one of them—even if it wasn't actually his fault. Nonetheless, Kakashi who was dubbed the "Cold-Blooded Kakashi" could not stand to see such injustice as several adults outnumbering one child. Naruto wouldn't have let him ignore this—heck! The old Obito wouldn't have either. So, Kakashi reacts.

He draws his blade and dives into the battle just as the adults step closer to their prey. Kakashi catches how the boy's eyes widen even more as he tenses at the sight of him. Swiftly, the silver-haired genius draws his blade, aiming carefully for the adults' necks with the dull edge of his tantou. His spiky, silver hair glimmers under the moonlight as he jumps from ninja to ninja, successfully knocking each unconscious before they can get more than a half glance at him. Kakashi knew he had to move fast—faster than fast if he wanted to accomplish this at all. After, all of the men had their Sharingan activated, so he had to use his edge of surprise in order to knock them unconscious.

But, no matter how hard the task was, he had done it. He had knocked them out.

Perhaps this was due to all the fighting he has done against Sasuke, Obito, and Uchiha Madara—whose ability with the Sharingan was far superior to these Uchiha clansmen.

Kakashi shrugs off the thought, finding it not the time to contemplate such things as he turns towards the armored boy he had just saved. The boy was still shaking, clearly still stunned by the whole experienced—either that or traumatized.

The silver-haired genius knew that they didn't have much time left. Even if he had just knocked the Uchiha ninja unconscious, Kakashi did not know their abilities and could not predict how long it would take for them to regain consciousness. If he had to fight them, he may lose—especially in his child form. Kakashi could tell from his earlier attack that he has still not adjusted to his new—well, old—body yet. Therefore, Kakashi quickly finds himself slinging the boy's arm around his shoulders before he body flickers away from the scene.

He takes the flabbergasted boy back to the river clearing he had found earlier, placing him on a rather large rock so he could sit down and Kakashi could examine him.

Now under the open moonlight, Kakashi could see his face clearly.

As he had observed before the boy had half dark-half light hair, with the dark side being brown and the light side being a sort of pearly gray. His eyes are brown and soft looking as his earlier dilated eyes begin to return to their original state and the boy calms down. His expression is stuck in an astonished gape but, considering the boy's earlier panic, it was an improvement. Except, now, Kakashi had to wait for the boy to contemplate what had just occurred.

Thankfully, for Kakashi's patience, it didn't take long for the boy to snap out of his dazed stupor. The boy smiles shyly as he bows slightly to the silver-haired boy. "Thank you for saving me back there!"

Kakashi shrugs, "I was just at the right place at the right time—besides, I couldn't let a bunch of grown adults pick on a child."

The boy tilts his head at this statement, blinking. "Huh? But aren't you a child too?"

Kakashi is once again reminded of what state he is in. "Ohh… yeah… Maa~" The silver-haired boy shrugs. "That doesn't change the fact that it's wrong."

"But this is a pretty regular occurrence… especially in this time of war…" The boy mutters before a light bulb flashes in his mind. "Oh! You're not from around here, are you? I mean, you don't dress like any clan around here too, so…"

I'll go with that. Kakashi decides to take the easy path—after all, he was in an unidentified area with no clue where he was and what day it is. "You could say that." His onyx eye stares into the boy's brown eyes seriously, "Now, what's this about a war?"

"Ah—umm! That's right! Right now there are huge clan wars all over the country and there is an especially dangerous one between the Senju and Uchiha clans—" The boy explains.

A dangerous war between the Senju and the Uchiha? That sounds just like the Warring States Era… It couldn't be, could it…? But, that would explain why the Uchiha are all alive when I know there was a massacre. It would also explain the lower morals of this time than during mine…

But still, the concept of landing in the past was still hard to wrap his mind around. How could Kakashi have ended up in the past? Was it because he died? How did he even end up here? Did Obito also end up in the past? Or could they have ended up in different times altogether—No, Kakashi, don't think about that right now.

You have something else to take care of now.

"So, you're a Senju?" Kakashi arches an eyebrow at the boy who jolts at this. The boy averts his eyes and scratches the back of his neck. Kakashi then realizes that if they are at a time of war then it's clearly dangerous to share one's clan name to another ninja—in case the ninja is also from an enemy clan. To ease the boy's nerves, Kakashi decides to introduce himself. "Don't get your panties in a bunch—I'm Kakashi. I'm not from any clan alive now." Well, it was the truth.

Kakashi is truly not from any ninja clan alive at the moment. The Hatake clan had started out as a family of farmers and samurai who began in a small village near Konoha. However, over time the village came to fear the samurai for their authoritarian protection and so the Hatake packed their bags and entered the new founded Konoha, assimilating into the population. The samurai had shifted into ninja over a long period of time as swordsmanship was mixed with ninjutsu and so the Hatake clan became a ninja clan. Therefore, it is accurate to say that the Hatake do not exist as a clan yet, and so, are not alive as a clan.

The boy visibly relaxes at this and even seems to be scolding himself for believing the other boy was an enemy. After all, Kakashi had just saved him from being killed—there was no way he would have done so if he was an enemy. Resolved, the boy gives the silver-haired boy a smile. "I'm Itama. Nice to meet you, Kakashi." The boy's silver hair reminds Itama of his older brother—Tobirama, which may more or less be the reason why Itama feels much more at ease around him. The scar is concerning, though. Itama notes as he stares at Kakashi's shut left eye with a scar hanging over it. His brown eyes shine with worry that Kakashi catches.

Holding a hand up to cover his closed eye, Kakashi reassures the Senju. "No need to worry about this, I had lost it a long time ago." Itama's eyes widen at the statement. Oops, I guess that was the wrong thing to say… The silver-haired genius shakes his head, trying to gather what remains of his sly wit. "Nevermind this, I have a question for you."

Itama tilts his head and blinks. "Yes?"

"Could you tell me how to get to the nearest village?" Kakashi asks, "I got lost on the way and I need to work."

"Work…?" Itama questions, obviously confused. "You aren't a ninja? Oh—no clan…" The Senju boy realizes his mistake and quickly tries to cover it. "Then, what do you do?"

"Hmm…" Kakashi hadn't really thought of it yet. However, he needed to find a way to feed himself some way other than hunting. "Maa, whatever can earn me some bread. Anyways, can you or can you not?" Kakashi did not want to stick to this topic. The less the boy knew, the more time Kakashi had to think of a backstory.

Itama nods, "Yeah. I can show you the way if you want?"

"No, it's fine. I just need directions and I'm fairly confident I can get there on my own." Kakashi shrugs off the offer.

"Okay…" The boy finally agrees and explains to Kakashi how to get to the nearest village. The boy also drew out a map in the dirt as he found that there were no real landmarks besides—well, trees.

Once he was finished, Kakashi sees Itama off. The boy gives a longing look of concern to the silver-haired boy. "Will we be able to meet again?"

Kakashi blinks at this. He hadn't expected the boy to be so persistent to worry over a stranger in a time of struggle and death like this. A small smile hides under his dark mask as Kakashi nonchalantly shrugs. "Maa, I'll be sticking around the area—so, maybe."

"I hope to see you later then, Kakashi." Itama smiles and waves.

Kakashi waves back silently as he watches the Senju boy leave. Stay alive and well, Itama.

Maybe we really will cross paths again, someday.

The silver-haired boy tilts his head towards the sky, noticing the changes in color. When he had first arrived, the sky was a pitch navy darkness—cold and consuming and whole. Now, the sky was gradient—the cold navy blue fading into hues of pink, lavender, orange, and cyan as the sun gradually rises in the sky.

What a beautiful dawn…

It was as if the sky was welcoming a new beginning.

So, how was the first chapter?

I bet you guys didn't expect for Kakashi to save Itama!

As I said before this is an ObiKaka, so no there will not be KakaIta... actually that sounds more like Kakashi x Itachi than Kakashi x Itama... okay! There will be no KakaItam (there we go!) Despite the way the first chapter ends...

Also, I hope I portray Kakashi well. I think I am too used to his younger self that I write for Kakashi Chronicles... In this fanfic, he is meant to sound/act more like his older self.

Again, I'm very sorry for the title...

Please tell me what you think and what you predict will happen next!

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