Illusions
It was daylight when Kakashi woke up in a ditch. He could see that the clouds were grey, and somewhere behind them the bashful sun hid. Seeing those grey clouds, his color was now grey. Is this a test?
Absently, he noted that he had a kunai, and his hands were sticky. Not thinking, he wiped his hands on the grass, in turn making his color green, now. Oh Lord, why did everything always have to keep changing like this?
The pale-skinned jounin was a little nervous as he felt almost empty inside, and his head pounded and his ears rang as he stood. It always hurt him when he woke up like this. Crawling out of the ditch and onto a gravel road, he began to walk. Sighing, he knew he was lost.
He waited for the rest of his mind to come back to him as he saw a car parked far down the road. If God is our father, Kakashi thought, then Satan must be our cousin. Frowning, he didn't know why anyone else didn't understand these important things.
Reaching the car, he tried all the doors but they were locked. This car was red with a new expensive leather interior. In this abandoned deserted field, his color shifted to red. But, he was still breathing, so he guessed he was still alive.