Hello everybody! I'm Warped sanity, but preferably, you can call me Warp. This is my first crossover fic, as well as my first fanfiction in general. I've been a part of the community for a while, reading, faving, and on occasion role playing in some of the newer forums. Hopefully, I'll be making more after this one is completed.
Surprisingly, Naruto will not be making an appearance in this work of fiction. I see so many crossovers, especially in the Naruto and DBZverse that have the main character being transferred to another dimension, sometimes with a companion or so, but mostly solo. I'm not saying this is bad, because the fictions are incredible, and never cease to entertain, even when rereading. But so rarely will you find fictions where OTHER characters are transferred. How interesting would it be to see how someone else would handle the situations and obstacles?
That's what I had in mind for this story. I wanted to test my luck in making this fiction a gateway for side-characters and their chance in the limelight of crossovers.
I have no ownership of either Naruto/Naruto Shippuden, or anything related to the franchise, and the same goes for Young Justice. They are respectively owned by Masashi Kishimoto, and DC comics. The only thing I will claim ownership to is this specific work of fanfiction. I'm not getting paid for it, and unfortunately, never will, this is simply meant for entertainment purposes for the masses.
Key:
"Hello" -Normal speech
"Hello" Speaking in Japanese, or any other language besides English
'Hello' -Mental link
'Hello' Personal thoughts
San Francisco
Oct 9, 10:24 PM
Over the ever bustling city of San Francisco, a wormhole opened, it's blackness matching the starless night sky, so nobody noticed as the figure of a small silver haired boy plummeting quickly, soon to be a nothing more than a splatter on the curb. As Kakashi's eyes began to slowly flutter open, he noticed his terminal decent and all fatigue that occupied his body soon left, only to be replaced by the surge of adrenaline and slight panic.
He formed multiple hand seals within the blink of an eye, one thought rushing through his mind. 'Suiton: Suijinheki!'
From the Kakashi's mouth came forth a tremendous amount of water, that, as it hit the roof of an abandoned apartment complex, slowed his decent down just enough so he wouldn't die upon impact, as he couldn't do much else to help himself. Upon landing on the complex, the already weak structure of the roof caved in from his forceful landing, causing him to crash through two floors.
His decent finally stopped with him landing face down upon the pile of rubble he made, the wind being knocked out of the Jonin completely. Kakashi groaned as he tried to right himself, only to fall back on his rear, settling for that as he sat against the wall, eyes clenched in pain from not only the fall, but from exerting so much chakra in such a short span.
Once he was certain he could stand without collapsing, settling for a hobbling shuffle with as much of his strength he could muster, Kakashi looked about his surroundings. As far as he could tell, the shinobi was alone. He looked and listened for any signs of danger, but the copy ninja only saw the dusty, bare room around him, with a soiled mattress, and dust and cobwebs littering the room. He only heard the water he created spilling through the hole he fell through as well as overflowing off of the side of the building onto the streets below.
Kakashi then checked himself over for any broken bones, of which he was sure he had at least six. Before he even began his self-inspection, he paused, immediately noticing something wrong. His hands were a lot smaller than he remembered. So was the rest of him! "Sekaijū?..?" He questioned before releasing a strangled cry of shock upon another revelation. His voice wasn't the same either! It was his voice, but the one he had when he was much younger!
With newly found urgency, he hobbled his way out of the room, looking around for any sort of mirror or reflective surface. He entered a bathroom and saw a dusty, cracked mirror, and immediately moved to it. He wiped away the dust with his gloved palm and his suspicions were confirmed. He was transformed back into his younger self. His 17 year old self to be exact. Before he started freaking out as a normal person would in his situation, he immediately began calming himself down to think about things rationally. 'Alright, no need to panic. Stay calm, and think. How could this have happened?' Kakashi quickly began thinking of what happened before his untimely fall.
-Enter Flashback-
Land of Lightning
October 9, 10:00 PM
A very drained, adult Kakashi Hatake exited the Kamui dimension, to find Obito, his former teammate and comrade now turned insane shinobi world-wide terrorist waiting for him on the other side. While Kakashi had a severe puncture wound through his ribs, Obito obviously suffered the worst of their battle, as a gaping, bloodied hole replaced the space where his heart should have been. He looked ready to collapse, but his eyes, one being identical to his childhood rival, his own gift, and the other, the famed and godly Rinnegan, which he achieved from the one pulling all of the strings behind this war, both shared the identical look of anger at his defeat, and loathing aimed at the one who dealt it.
Kakashi, while in no better shape, had to commend Obito for his resilience. Not many could survive such mortally crippling blows and still be able to talk, let alone stand. Though, if Kakashi could come up with a more accurate word, leaning would be closer to the Uchiha's current position. His right leg was shaking, and bent at the knee. Obito was obviously willing himself to stand in his last moments.
"Damn you Kakashi... I will not let you claim this victory! Even if I die, I can rest knowing I bested you! The Eye of the Moon plan will go on. I only wish you would still be here to watch your frivolous attempt to stop it fail!" With this, Kakashi's eyes widened, as Obito, with surprising speed, given his current state began forming multiple hand seals, to form a jutsu, even the great copy ninja Kakashi hadn't seen before.
As the Uchiha formed his hands into a triangle, vaguely similar to the Yamanaka's hand seal, he called the name of the mysterious jutsu. "Good luck wherever you end up Kakashi! Sacred Ninja Art: Divine Spatial Disruption Jutsu!" A small wormhole began appearing from the triangular space between Obito's hands, and expanded to a large black void which began rushing forward, eating away at the air, Earth, and forgotten kunai and shuriken that littered the battlefield of the Fourth Shinobi World War. Everything was being sucked in at an alarming rate, and the wormhole was on a path straight for Kakashi.
The masked ninja jumped to the side, landing in a slight stumble with a wince, thanks to his injuries as well as his fatigue. But to his chagrin, the wormhole seemed to target the Hatake. It simply changed it's course, and once again began rushing towards him like a hound chasing down a scent. 'Dammit! I don't think I can evade this jutsu... My reserves are pretty low, but I have enough for maybe one or two jutsu left. Hopefully I'll only need this one..' Kakashi thought as his Mangekyō Sharingan swirled, and he summoned forth a great amount of chakra to attempt to dispel the strange jutsu. "Kamui!"
Kakashi attempted to suck the jutsu to the realm he just previously left. As he did, he realized his mistake when Obito only smiled wider as he finally fell, the life draining from his eyes. The silver haired ninja realized his Kamui not only didn't remove the wormhole from this plane of existence, but somehow made it's pull stronger! Kakashi could feel it's strength, even from where he stood. He noticed slight distortions in the wormhole, figuring his Kamui had only somehow enhanced the its effect.
"No! Dammit!" Kakashi yelled in frustration as he was ripped right from the ground he stood on, and sucked into the wormhole, it closing almost instantaneously upon devouring it's intended target.
-Enter Present-
"Dammit Obito! Why can't you ever just accept when you're defeated?... You just HAD to have the last laugh.. I hope you choke on it." Kakashi thought sourly, gazing upon his younger form once more. He then sadly began to think back on the times he and the Uchiha were friends, even though Obito was a pain in the ass, he was a reliable teammate and friend through it all. Now, he had become mislead by the words of a madman, and sent Kakashi through some strange new jutsu to end up in some other land.
Luckily, the only injuries he had were a few cracked ribs and the fatigue from so much chakra exertion. The injuries he sustained from the war were nowhere to be found; probably some byproduct of the jutsus doing.
As he walked down the hallway, silently, as was his nature as a shinobi, Kakashi kept to the shadows, even though he was mostly sure he was alone, the ex Anbu captain didn't live this long by going off of assumptions. He kept to his stealth and made his way downstairs to the main floor, and exited the building, hoping to gain some sort of familiarity with which nation he ended up in, as well as get some fresh air.
Upon exiting the building, the first thing Kakashi noticed was the air quality. The boy almost gagged, with how much pollution filled the air, leaving little actual "fresh air" to breath. He compared it to Konoha, and how easy you could almost attain a blissful high from how pure the air was, compared to this strange land. Next, he noticed the buildings. None of which held any sort of familiarity.
Kakashi rationalized he wasn't in any of the Five Great Shinobi Nations for multiple reasons. He couldn't be in Suna, because the climate wasn't harsh enough. The day time was blisteringly hot and dry, and at night, the land grew extremely cold and windy. Not to mention the lack of endless sand, as well as the buildings weren't domed.
The Land of Lightning was at first a possibility given the dense fog and temperature, except he couldn't hear a single sound of battle, since that's where the war was currently held, and not a single building was suspended on any of the vast mountains, Kumogakure was well known for.
Kiri could have been the closest fit, given the mist and all the closely compact buildings. But this place lacked any rooftop vegetation, which most buildings in the Mist had.. Iwagakure was a definite no, as the village was surrounded by, built by, and lived by rocks and rocky formations and mountains. And lastly, but most certainly, it was not Konoha. He knew that for certain because, well, any shinobi worth his Hitai-ate knew what his country looked like.
'Maybe I'm in one of the lesser villages?' Kakashi thought, debating on whether or not he should ask someone where exactly he was. The copy ninja's musings were cut short, as the unmistakable cry of fear broke his concentration, before it was cut short, replaced by a crashing sound, and then sounds of a struggle. All the while, Kakashi's sharp nose detected the scent of fear.
As a ninja, his first job was to protect civilians, and this instinct was triggered the minute he heard the scream. the masked shinobi scaled the wall of the nearest building, with slight difficulty, due to his injured ribs. He dashed across a few rooftops to a corner alleyway, where the smell of fear was strongest.
Looking down into the alley below, what Kakashi saw caused his eyes to narrow in disgust. A young Asian woman, probably in her twenties, was being held by the throat against the rough, chipping brick wall on the building opposite of himself. She tried to scream for help again, but could only manage a strangled gurgling sound, as the hand that clutched her throat held her tight enough to cause bruises to form, as rough, grimy fingers dug into her soft skin, threatening to crush her windpipe. Her body jerked every now and then, in a feeble attempt to get away from the 9mm pistol that prodded at her side.
The holder of the pistol was a large pale skinned man with a black skullcap on. He sported many tattoo's, with some of them being on his face and neck. He was a colossus of muscle and stature, easily breaking the six foot mark. He was accompanied by two others: a skinny man in probably his late thirties, with greasy brunette hair and weather damaged skin. The man dressed in a tan hoodie with a black t shirt and jeans. He was gangly, and only about 5'5" at best. But the rather large though a large hunting knife made him look a bit more threatening, as he held it as only one with experience would. And lastly an Asian boy, younger than his two partners, at the oldest probably 19. He had a cruel smile on his baby face that just didn't belong there. He was built like a swimmer, his hair was slicked back, and he dressed in black leather, as if his life were inspired by the 60's. This boy held an aluminum bat, with a cocked on his shoulder as he watched the large man begin to undress the lady.
Just as the man with the gun was about to undo the second button on the woman's mint green blouse. Kakashi decided he had seen enough. The boy jumped down, landing on the lid of a nearby dumpster, purposefully making a loud crash with his entrance to gain the thug's attention.
All three jumped, before swiveling their heads to see what had caused the commotion, before staring wide eyed at the boy before them.
He stood wearing a forest green, strangely shaped flak jacket, over a navy blue long sleeved shirt and matching blue pants and gloves, with metal plates on the backs. They could see a strange emblem on the metal backs, vaguely shaped like a leaf.
But the oddest part about the boys appearance, was his head. His hair was pure silver, obviously not from age as he was just a boy. It was untamed but it still worked for the boy. As well as a cloth face mask that came from his neck, all the way up to cover his nose, and a headband tilted to cover his left eye for some reason. The headband had the same emblem as his gloves, giving him the overall appearance of a weird ninja.
"You all should leave now. I will only give you this opportunity. once, and only because I really don't feel up to fighting anyone at the moment.." Kakashi said in a warning tone. Though he spoke in a different language, his tone and posture were clearly translated. The large man with the gun and the skinny one with the knife couldn't understand him, but their youngest member could.
"Hah! This kid says he's we should run from him. he's giving us the opportunity." he snorted out, causing his cohorts to laugh as the large one made no moves to drop the woman.
"Who does this little shit think he is? Batman?" The skinny one remarked, pointing at him in a mocking way. The large one pointed his pistol at Kakashi with a smirk. "Go play ninja somewhere else kid. Forget what you saw and just walk away before I put a bullet in your teeth."
'They are speaking some other language... But I can tell they don't plan on taking my offer.. What a waste of time.' Kakashi grumbled in his head as he began releasing a bit of killing intent.
The thugs immediately stopped their laughing and began shaking, paralyzed by fear. Suddenly the alleyway became eerily quiet. Kakashi calmly walked in front of the entrance and only exit to the alley, completely blocking the only means of escape. The thugs felt as if the walls were shrinking around them. They looked upon Kakashi and felt as if they were locked in a cage with some starved beast, who had set it's sights on them. The woman they held captive immediately fainted from the pure terror she felt, and the large thug dropped her in his moment of fear, leaving her sprawled against the brick wall. The man then shook his head, and spoke up over his fear, though his voice dripped with the emotion as he spoke to his accomplices.
"T-the hell are you waiting for?! L-lets fuck this kid up!" He said, pushing his partners ahead of them, and causing them to snap out of their frozen states as well. The skinny guy with the hunting knife rushed forward with a pathetic war cry, and lunged forward with the knife, attempting to stab the boy.
Kakashi rolled his eyes and decided he would toy with them. He put his hands behind his back and went back to his deadpan expression, ducking and weaving easily around the punk's wild slashes and stabs, moving just out of the way of each swing to avoid being cut, causing the wielder of the blade to scream in total frustration as his swings became even wilder and more frantic.
Kakashi saw fit to end the man's foolishness, as the next time he swung, Kakashi raised his hand, letting the metal back of his glove deflect the blade and with sharp reflexes, Kakashi grabbed the man's wrist, and yanked him forward, pulling the skinny man toward's himself as he jumped up to let his knee greet the man's face,. The man yelped in pain, but Kakashi wasn't finished. He used the man's collar bone s a sort of spring board., and he leaped into the air, preforming a nearly flawless back flip, to which his busted ribs protested to by bringing Kakashi a sharp sting of pain as upon his decent, he landed an ax kick to the back of his assaulter's neck, effectively knocking the goon unconscious.
After looking down at the crumpled body at his feet, he looked at the remaining two thirds of the criminal trio he ran into. Though he didn't speak, the masked boy's tilted head and expressionless face was easily translated.
Who's next?
Speaking in Japanese, Kakashi understood the Asian greaser wannabe who had translated for him before as he shouted, running forward with his baseball bat raised. "You're mine you little son of a bitch!" He was clearly upset with Kakashi for taking out his friend. He swung the bat downward, aiming to crush Kakashi's skull. The young Jonin dashed to the side, letting the bat hit the ground, and bounce upward due to the impact. Once it bounced up, Kakashi wrapped his hands around the boy's, effectively locking his hand around the bat, as Kakashi's other hand gripped the weighted end of the bat, and began pushing it into the teen's face, harshly and repeatedly, essentially making the boy hit himself.
Kakashi stopped the slightly comical display once the boy's face was smeared in blood and he had knocked a few teeth loose, letting him fall right next to his unconscious friend as he groaned in agony.
Kakashi let his eyes slowly roam from his incapacitated foe to the last standing member. The largest of them and also the wielder of the pistol shook with pure terror. He raised his gun to fire and put an end to this nightmare, but before he even got a chance, Kakashi had already made his move. He formed a seal with his hands and all of a sudden, a plethora of leaves began to swirl around the man, and Kakashi seemed to disappear among them.
When he couldn't Find Kakashi once the leaves finally cleared, he began swiveling his gun arm around, panicked as he knew the young, obviously legitimate ninja could take him out whenever he saw fit. Then the Genjutsu started.
Kakashi knelt beside the woman who was the main focus of the whole ordeal, as a few feet away, the thug viewed his worst fear, whatever it may be. Kakashi didn't know, nor did the Hatake particularly care as he gently shook the woman to rouse her from her unconscious state. While she began to wake, the man who at first held her captive screamed bloody murder in the background, firing wild shots down the alley that found no mark. This continued for a few more seconds until the thug fell to the ground, unconscious.
When she woke, at first she tried to scramble away from Kakashi, curling up in the tightest ball she could muster as she frantically rebuttoned her blouse. He raised his hands in a sign of peace and spoke, hoping that the woman would understand him or better yet, even speak the same language as him like the youngest thug did.
"I'm not going to hurt you.. You are safe now, I promise." Kakashi said with a warm expression. She couldn't see his face but the woman could tell that Kakashi was smiling by the way his eyes crinkled and the way his cheeks rose beneath the mask. He gestured his hand back at the pile of thugs. She couldn't help but release her emotions in that moment, flinging herself at Kakashi and wrapped her arms around his shoulder, weeping in gratitude and fear at what could have happened if Kakashi hadn't shown up. Kakashi's eyes widened, but he allowed her to get it out of her system, even comforting her slightly by patting the woman's back. "Th-Thank you so m-much! I don't-... I don't know what would have ha-happened if you hadn't s-saved me!" She sobbed out in Japanese. "It's fine, don't even mention it." Kakashi said, rubbing the back of his head modestly. "Now, what's your name." Kakashi looked up at the woman as she released him, smoothing out her blouse and standing up, looking down at Kakashi as she realized her savior was just a boy!
"My n-name?.." She sniffled, clearing her eyes of tears as she exhaled, calming herself. "Aya. Aya Hirano." She answered the small ninja. "Aya-san. Would you tell me what village this is?" Kakashi asked hopefully, wanting to find his bearings and hopefully get back to the battle in time to help Naruto and the others before it was too late.
At the mentioning of a village, Aya gave a puzzled expression as her head cocked slightly. "Village?.. We're in San Francisco, if that's what you mean."
Kakashi was confused, but he was a master at self control, and kept his expressions in check. 'San.. Francisco?... What?' Kakashi wondered to himself as he pressed on. "What country are we in?" He asked, never hearing of such a place. "America, of course." Aya said matter-of-factly.
"...Thank you Aya-san. You've been a big help. Do you need me to escort you home?" Kakashi asked politely as he thought things over.
"No, no. My apartment is close by, I think I will be alright from here." Aya assured Kakashi as she walked past her assaulters and towards the exit of the alley. "Thank you aga-" She turned to face her savior once more, but all she saw was the group of thugs, and a few leaves swirling in the same place the young shinobi just stood.
Dashing across the rooftops, back to the abandoned apartments he started from, Kakashi spoke quietly to himself.
"I know where I am... America... But where the hell is that?"
And that would conclude the first chapter! I have hope for this story, but I'll only continue it if you guys like it. Leave a comment and let me know what you all think so far. I don't plan on updating on a regular schedule, but I'll try to push out chapters as quickly as I can without burning out or losing motivation. To let you all know, this story begins BEFORE the creation of the Team, so Kakashi will be 18 when he joins, and yes, he will join. The jutsu that Obito used to send Kakashi to this dimension is not a canon one. I created it to start the plot in a believable way. The japanese phrase "Sekaijū?" is translated into "What in the world?" for those who were wondering what Kakashi said further up in the chapter. I will see you all later, Have a good day!