Hi everyone!!! :D Thanks for reading this story! This is my first try EVER at writing a fanfic, so I apologize in advance if it's terrible......

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DISCLAIMER: I don't own the Naruto manga... or Kakashi... (I wish!) Masashi Kisomoto does...


Kakashi Hatake was waiting. He had been for a while, but he had infinite patience..... well, not really, but he could, at least, outwait his opponent. His mission- to apprehend a Kohona missing-nin and return him to the village. He was concealed in the leaves and branches of an enormous oak, waiting for the rogue ninja to stumble into the trap he had laid hours before. As a breeze ruffled the summer-green leaves, he shifted in the tree, gazing out at the path ahead.

Suddenly, he heard a careful, nearly silent footstep, and he whipped around to see the missing-nin. At last, his quarry had appeared. After watching for a few more seconds, he decided that the ninja wasn't going to walk directly into his trap- he'd need to drive him into it. He reached up and pushed up his hiti-ate headband, revealing his sharingan eye, and leapt from tree to tree silently above his enemy's head.

Dropping to the ground, allowing himself to make an audible thump, he drew a kunai and tensed as the shinobi spun toward him, eyes wide, reaching for the sword hanging at his side. The missing-nin charged, swinging the broad sword at Kakashi's head, but Kakashi easily avoided the blow, ducking under his opponent's outstretched arm and wrenching the sword from his grasp. He tossed it off into the brush and sprang back, landing on his feet a few yards away. He then pulled serveral shuriken from their holster at his side and flung them, trying to drive the rogue back and into the trap. The ninja stepped back slowly, casting suspicious glances over his shoulder.

His eyes focused on a cleverly disguised rope. With a smug grin on his face, he stepped over it and turned back toward Kakashi, still retreating, but now with confidence. Kakashi just returned the smile and took another step forward. Confused by Kakashi's reaction, the rogue turned and looked behind him, spotting the thin, near-invisible wire seconds too late.

The disguised rope had been a decoy. Stumbling over the wire, a weighted rope spun from a tree, wrapping around the missing-ninja, impossibly tangling him. Kakashi advanced, and the panicked look in the other ninja's eyes intensified. Struggling with the ropes, he brought his hands together and began weaving a complex pattern of signs. Realizing what he was doing, Kakashi lunged forward, trying to stop him.... but he was too late.

Just as he reached the shinobi, the air shimmered, thickened, and everything went dark. For a few seconds, there was nothing but blackness and a rush of air. The darkness faded as quickly as it had arrived, whatever jutsu the rogue shinobi had used taking effect and dropping Kakashi Hatake, the great Copy-Ninja, onto his behind in a puddle in the middle of another dimension- a place known to us as..... New York City.