Summary: What if the Naruto gang woke up in an insane asylum located just outside of Tokyo? What would happen if they all were there because they dreamed of places and things that didn't exist?

All disclaimers apply. Please note that all of the scenes that are in italics are like….a novel version of the manga. Just… from Kakashi's POV.

Italics- dreams


Part III: Year 4

Hatake Kakashi

Groaning quietly, Kakashi trudged into the classroom, sat down at his desk and stuffed his head in his arms. He managed to lay there in silence for a few minutes before a familiar voice made his best friend's presence known.

"What is this? Hatake Kakashi is on time? Heck—early?"

Kakashi pulled his head up from the temporary pillow that his arms made and glared up at him, his dark eyes flashing. "Shut up, Uchiha."

The black-haired, onyx-eyed boy shook his head and sat down next to the silver haired seventeen-year-old. "But seriously, what are you doing here? You're never on time."

Kakashi sighed and put his head back down. "My mom kicked me out. Too tired to argue."

Itachi snorted and leaned back in his seat. "Hatake, you sure have been getting enough sleep? You've been exhausted. Even if you have been late beyond all reasonable explanation."

Kakashi scrunched up his nose in a sign of distaste. "Of course there's an explanation. I've been…"

"… Taking a walk on the road of life," Itachi finished. He then smirked at his friend. "It's an explanation, just not a very reasonable one."

"Tch… whatever." He turned his head back over to Itachi, his head rested on one hand. After a rather long moment of silence, Kakashi spoke. "I haven't been getting much sleep because of these weird dreams I've been having."

"Eh?" Itachi looked startled out of their comfortable silence. "Dreams? Did you, like… I don't know, talk to anyone? They seem to be bothering you."

Kakashi rolled his eyes. "I'm talking to you, aren't I? …Idiot." He the shook his head and yawned. "Sorry. But seriously, thought… I told the guidance counselor and he said I was seeking attention and needed to get back to class."

"Oh. So what happens in these… dreams?"

Kakashi scowled at his friend. "You don't believe me either, do you?"

Itachi rolled his eyes. "Dude, you sound gay. Just tell me."

Kakashi groaned and ran a hand through his silver hair. "Fine. I've been having them for months. And it's weird because they've been getting even more real every time I have one. And it just continues like a story. I can feel pain and… and sometimes I wake up spitting blood of all things cause I got hit in a dream." He shook his head. "I know this sounds ridiculous, but… I don't know, it's just weird."

Itachi seemed to sit in thought for a moment before something akin to recognition flitted across his features. "Kakashi, there was this little girl a couple of years ago… She lived down the street from Touya's girlfriend. She said the kid claimed to have dreams like yours…" He paused for another moment longer before continuing. "I don't think that you should tell anyone else."

Kakashi blinked. "Why the hell not? And don't you dare say you think I'm crazy."

Itachi rolled his eyes. "Fine, I won't say it. But it's mostly because as soon as she told, her family admitted her to some asylum or something. They were kind of upset because they never saw her again."

Kakashi just snorted. "That sounds like a really bad horror story. You know… Itachi… you shouldn't listen to everything you hear…" In a lazy fashion, he put his head back in the pillow of his arms. "Just… let me get a little bit of sleep…"

With a quiet yawn, Kakashi was dreaming.


"HOLY—!" With a gasp, Kakashi shot up from his seat and stared down at his hands, horrified, his eyes dull and unfocused. He blinked rapidly and looked around the classroom to see a majority of his classmates chuckling and Itachi burying his head into one of hands, embarrassed for his friend. He looked back down at his hands and turned them over, as if amazed

"Hatake-san?"

He ignored his teacher and just continued to stare down with a blank expression. He had killed a boy… It was the first time anything like that had happened in his dreams… He had been trying to kill that… that eyebrow less monster… He didn't… "I… I… I didn't mean it…" He muttered quietly, making the few people who heard them raise an eyebrow in question.

"Hatake-san… Are you all right?"

Kakashi snapped out of his daze and his hands began to shake uncontrollably. In an attempt to hide the sudden shaking, he reached up and ran a hand through his hair, just to miss his hair and brush air. Nothing fazed him much but… it was just so real. He could still feel the blood on his face and hands…

"I… I… I have to get out of here."

He shoved his chair back hastily and stood. Not even bothering to gather his things, he wove his way through the desks while ignoring his teacher's calls and fled from the room full of confused classmates.

The cool-headed Hatake Kakashi had officially cracked.


"You don't understand! He… he just appeared out of no where! And I killed him. A fucking kid, Rin!"

"Hatake-san, calm down."

Kakashi clutched the phone to his ear and paused in his pacing. "The hell…? Calm down? Are you serious? How in the hell…? I can't! That was… and he… he didn't even…!"

"Kakashi! Will you just… chill?"

Kakashi sighed. His shaking had long since stopped, but now he was trying to figure out the dreams. Why was this happening to him? And then it's not like Rin was helping much… Whenever he woke up from a dream, he called her in an attempt to reassure himself that she was still alive. "Look, Rin-chan, I've got to go and… and calm down or something. I'll talk to you later."

Without another word, Kakashi slammed the phone down in its cradle and took a deep breath to calm his nerves. Sitting down on his bed, he closed his eyes and let himself calm down, his head in his hands with his elbows braced on his knees. He hadn't stopped pacing since he got home from class that morning. Then he had finally decided to call his confidant—Rin, his friend from childhood who had moved when they were younger. Never mind the fact that it was nearly lunchtime…

Shaking his head and deciding that a walk and some food would do him some good, Kakashi grabbed his wallet and made for the door. He paused with his hand on the doorknob when a sound from the first floor of his house came to his attention.

Footsteps…?

It couldn't be his parents. His father was out of town and, hell, his mother wore high heeled shoes all of the time, even in the house. He didn't get why she liked them so much, but he figured if she wanted to chance breaking her ankle, it was none of his concern. The woman took more care of his shoes than him most of the time. But he loved her. She was his mom, after all.

Shaking the random thought from his head, he held his breath and listened again to be sure his ears weren't deceiving him. Definitely footsteps. Narrowing his tired eyes, he quietly locked the door to his room, and grabbed the phone. When he looked down at it, he cursed when he realized that the phone didn't work. A quick look at his alarm clock (the one he never really used) told him that the power was out.

Cursing some more under his breath, he slowly turned and made his way toward the window, his footsteps as light as a feather. Quietly, like he had done so many nights as a year one high school student, he opened his window and looked out. Seeing no one, he stretched one long leg out onto a branch of the tree that was so conveniently next to his window and pulled his other one after him before slowly making his way down the tree.

Cursing himself for not being able to do the things he could do in his dreams, he paused. Looking down, he decided to take a peek into the kitchen window from above. His blood froze when he realized it wasn't such a good idea: a head covered in a skull cap and eyes covered with sunglasses staring right back at him.

Throwing all caution into the wind, he let himself fall the rest of the way down the tree and landed on his back, the air instantly knocked out of him. Gasping for breath and ignoring the black and the stars that seemed to take over his vision, he blindly stood and made his way away from where he knew the back door attached to the kitchen was.

Blinking rapidly, he managed to clear his vision enough to see the tall wooden fence in his backyard. Reaching up, he grabbed the top of the fence and began to pull himself half over the ridiculously large fence. (He told his mom that no one cared what they were eating for dinner, but no.) Kakashi felt his school jacket catch on a loose nail and rip as his ankles were grabbed and he was pulled roughly back into his yard. He grit his teeth when his chin slammed into the top of the fence with the force of the pull and he fell backwards until his head hit the soft grass. He turned on his side and spat up blood. He had bit a hole in his tongue when he hit the fence.He managed to stand again and turned and tackled the rather large man to the ground. It was all in vain when he felt someone hit a pressure point in his neck.

And then his world went black.


Eerily aware of his surroundings, Kakashi peered at the boy who was currently attached to his arm by the hole he had put in his gut.

He was dead.

His mismatched eyes shot to Zabuza and widened when he saw the man lift his sword high above his head, his intention clear.

'He's going to cut through the both of us!'

Kakashi jumped back as the large man swung his sword down and ignored the crash that resounded as it hit the ground. Turning, he placed the dead boy down and pulled his hand out of his middle with a disturbing and bloodly 'splash.' Kakashi blinked and stared down at Haku, studying his feminine features quickly before running his hands down the boy's eyelids, closing his eyes with that action. He faintly registered Zabuza laughing insanely somewhere behind him. Kakashi took that moment to chance a glance at the twelve-year-old blonde staring at the bloody scene in disbelief.

"Naruto, stay there… This is my fight!"

Kakashi glared up at Zabuza as the man's large form came charging at him and he couldn't help but to once again marvel silently at how well the man could move while holding that large sword. Shaking the thought away, he braced himself and waited for the missing-nin to get closer before he could make his move. He seemed to be resolute in what he was about to do. As soon as Zabuza got close enough, Kakashi sent out a kick that hit him directly in the gut, sending Zabuza back and knocking the air completely out of him.


Awake, Kakashi winced and brushed a hand at his bruised chin and slowly sat up in his bed while opening his eyes at the same time. He blinked rapidly to clear his vision of any of the sleep as visions of what happened slowly came to him. He scowled and looked around the room. From the looks of it, he, Hatake Kakashi, was kidnapped. How fucking ridiculous was that?!

He was startled out of his thoughts when the door began to open. He glared hard at it as it opened to reveal a dark-haired, dark-eyed doctor standing in the doorway.

Enraged, he rose from the bed, shot across the room, and grabbed the doctor's clean, white lab coat. "What the… Where the fuck am I, you prick?" The man just peered at Kakashi, making his fury rise even more. Before either could say a world, two men came from seemingly nowhere and grabbed Kakashi roughly by the elbows, dragging him back to his bed. "What the hell? I want some answers, damn it! Why am I here?!"

Thrashing around, he managed to get his arm free from one of the men and let it crash into the side of the other one's head. Startled, the other man let go of him as well and Kakashi took the chance to run toward the now empty doorway. He scowled and quickly decided to turn left, trusting his instincts.

Before he could get very far, three more men appeared before him and two grabbed his arms, only managing to make his rage rise. He didn't want to be there. He didn't ask to get kidnapped. So what was so important about him that they so desperately needed to keep inside of this… this place? The place looked suspiciously like an insane asylum. Before he could make a move to hit any of them, he was sent to the ground and held there. Scowling, he began to kick in a desperate attempt to catch one of them somewhere. He heard one of his feet connect to the third one in the face when the man turned around to tell him something (to be still, no doubt).

When the man reached out to grab his legs, Kakashi kicked out at his face again and was satiated when he heard the man's nose make a satisfying 'crunch.' The man screamed out and grasped at his nose before he was berated by one of the two men holding his arms. The injured man (Kakashi decided to call him "broken nose") reached out again and finally caught Kakashi's kicking leg. He continued to struggle when the men held him down on the ground and a nurse seemed to appear at the end of the hallway, a needle in her hand. He continued to wiggle as much as he could when she, with a surprising amount of strength, forced his right shoulder into the ground and jabbed the needle into his arm. He cursed himself as he—once again—fell into unconsciousness.

"Hey! What can a guy do to get some food around here! Do You people hate me that much?" Kakashi shouted out at the empty room, lounging comfortably on the couch.

It had been about a week since Kakashi had been there and they had insisted on coming into his room to give him food and necessities while he was asleep because of his escape attempt. Even when he was asleep, they strapped him down in case he woke up while they were in the room with him. Though… ever since Kakashi got to that place, he tried not to sleep. He was getting sick of those dreams and the feelings of distress they gave him—but apparently not his dream self. Never mind the fact that he simply didn't trust the people that kidnapped him. That would just be pure stupidity to trust them.

Now, they had dragged him out of his room and stuck him inside of some sort of… lounge. It had couches, chairs, tables… even board games of all things. They were stacked neatly on a shelf that was bolted to the ground in the corner. He knew because the first thing he tried to do was move it. Maybe he could have thrown it at the door or something.

Yeah… right.

He was startled out of his thoughts when the door began to slowly open. He threw his legs over the side of the couch and stood with caution, ready to run out the door at any given chance. Instead of the usual doctor or some sort of adult walking into the room, Kakashi was startled when a young girl timidly made her way into the room. She was probably about in her early teens, even though she was rather frail. But the thing that shocked Kakashi the most about the girl was the familiar shocking green eyes and the vibrant pink hair that was pulled back into a bun at the base of her neck.

"… Sakura?"

She smiled and blushed up at him, staring openly up at his face. "Kakashi-sensei!"

Before he could even respond, she launched herself at him, her arms winding around his neck tightly as if she were afraid that he would disappear like a dream.

"Ah… Sakura-san…"

She blushed scarlet and separated herself from him quickly and bowed. "Ah! Gomen nasai, but... but… you're the first person that I've known… well, sort of known… since I've gotten here."

He blinked. "You're that little girl who had the dreams?"

She looked up and nodded. "Uhm… About three years ago, I think. I'm thirteen now. Not twelve like in my dream. And you look pretty normal under that mask, huh?"

'And cute!!'

For once, Sakura had to agree with her inner self. Although Kakashi had a bruise forming on his chin, his skin gave off a healthy color on its own. She noticed that, just like dream-Kakashi, this Kakashi also had a scar over his left eye. When mentally comparing the two, she noticed that right eye was the same dark shade of the one that she was used to seeing, emotion seem clearly. The left one was a lighter shade, seemingly dead to the world. A glass eye. Her eyes trailed down his narrow chin and slightly pink lips; everything below his nose was covered in smooth skin (all theories about Kakashi's face made by Team 7 have been disproved!). She figured that wherever he lived, he must've had a fan club much like Sasuke's in Konoha.

Choking down a snort, she smiled up at him (he was still way taller than her).

He chuckled a little at the younger girl. "Yeah. I'm Hatake Kakashi. Seventeen-years-old." He paused and felt a little awkward just standing there. "Hey… do you think you can tell me where the hell I am?" He then winced. "Sorry. I shouldn't be cursing. You're only thirteen."

She smiled and sat down at a chair that was at the table next to them. "It's okay, Kakashi-sensei. Technically, in the dream I was 14 before it started over." She shrugged. "Anyways, this is the CLINIC. I have no idea what it means… probably something stupid… maybe nothing at all…"

He looked up at the ceiling in thought. "The CLINIC… So you've been here for…?"

"This is going on my fourth year." She leaned against him and studied him. "I've never seen you here before this, anyway. When'd you get here?" She asked excitedly, green eyes sparkling with her mood.

"Er… about a week."

"So when did you start having the dreams?"

He sighed and shook his head before focusing back on her. "Months ago. I lost count, actually."

"Oh… oh! That's when my dreams started over! One day I was on a mission by myself and the next day it started over and I was twelve, back in the academy." She tilted her head. "You know, it gets weird seeing the same fights every time and knowing what the turnout will be… knowing I can't change it…" She rubbed a fist across her eyes. "Gomen. I think it's my fault that you're here." Wiping her eyes, the younger teen smiled at him. "Arigato, Kakashi-sensei."

He gazed at her before looking up at the ceiling again. "No problem, Sakura-san… no problem." He thought for a second before looking back at her. "And… you don't have to call me Kakashi-sensei. We're practically equals now."

The smile that appeared on Sakura's face was enough to brighten anyone's mood. "All right… Kakashi."

End Part III


Next Chapter: Part IV: Year 5- Uchiha Sasuke

Author's Notes: Hm… so a friendship begins! I'd like to think I made Kakashi seem more… human? Less of an I-can-be-a-cold-blooded-killer-when-I-wanna-and-will-always-protect-my-teammates-no-matter-what Kakashi. XD Right. So… Review please. I won't accept flames, but I DO accept constructive criticism. And just so everyone knows: this chapter is almost a complete rewrite. I added and deleted so much stuff that it almost makes me sad. :-D OH. And if anything seems to be missing, tell me, because I saved what I edited on the ff. net editor and then some stuff disappeared.

Finished: January 9, 2006
Edited: August 1, 2007
Published: August 1, 2007