(A/N: OHMIGODILOVEYOU!

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Hotaru racked her brain.

What to do?

Kyosuke-Kakashi hadn't looked her way once the entire lesson.

She now stared at the back of his head, in what she was very ashamed to admit, was a very creepy, stalkerish type glare.

Shewas currentlysitting about twenty feet away from him on the edge of a fountain

Kyosuke shuddered at the shudden chills shooting up his spine.

The blonde girl…something with a "U"…from his third period Physiology course, had been staring at him from behind the pages of her Art History book for over twenty minutes now.

It gave him the creeps.

And really put him off his food.

Neither of which was fun.

At last, he could take no more.

He rose from his seat on the bench and put his lunch away.

With a tired sigh, Kyosuke began walking away in search of a more secluded spot.

"Ah!" She thought discouragedly, "He's leaving!"

"Come on." Hotaru thought frustratedly as he walked away, "There must be somethi-!"

She was mentally smacked by both herself and the Kyuubi.

-("Gedda clue, Smartass!")- The Kyuubi exclaimed in an aggravated tone.

"Talk about obvious!" Hotaru cried, dashing after the rapidly disappearing Kyosuke-Kakashi.

Gripping her hardcovered edition of 'The Essential History of Art' she rushed up behind him and…

-FRAK-WHAK-THAK-BAK-WOK-THOK-BOK-THRAK-BRAK-KROK-KA-KRAK-

Kyosuke lay on the ground, several new welts steaming on his head.

"Beatcha-With-A-Book-Corner-Technique! Type One: Book Corner Barrage!" Hotaru declared, tossing her book casually in one hand.

Kyosuke, in a pain induced haze, pushed himself off the ground woozily.

"Urrrrgh!" He growled, whirling around to face her, "What's your problem?"

A very happy expression filled Hotaru's face.

"Kakashi-perv?" she asked, "Do you remember now?"

"Ka-ka…shi?" Kyosuke asked bewilderedly, "I'm sorry, but I'm afraid you've got me confused for someone el-"

Hotaru glared ferociously and stormed over so there was only two inches between them.

Kyosuke had to admit, for someone so short, she was very intimidating.

She reminded him of that anime character, Hiei, from Yu Yu Hakusho.

"No, I'm not mistaken!" She growled, waving her finger in his face.

Hotaru fingered the portion of the scar just bellow the eye, bringing a shiver from the older man.

"Tell me, did you get this protecting a friend?" she asked.

"No, I got it rock climbing." Kyosuke stated.

Her face faltered.

Hotaru bent down, retrieving something of the pavement, "I'm guessing that eye isn't yours, right?"

She grabbed his palm and placed a bright gold contact into his hand.

"His name was Uchiha right?" Hotaru asked quietly, staring into the blood red depths of the Magekyo Sharingan, "You saved him, so he died…returning the favor…right?"

"No, actually." Kyosuke saic cheerfully, "As a matter of fact, this eye is mine. I just find the color gold more appealing.

She looked as though she had been slapped, struck down by his words.

"O-oh…I see." Hotaru stammered, face flushing in embarrassment.

"I don't believe it!" she thought wildly, "How could it be the wrong guy?"

"I-I'm very sorry." Hotaru mumbled, "For…for hitting you…and stalking you…and helping my friends raid your car."

"What was that last one?" Kyosuke snapped.

"Don't worry about it." she muttered.

Hotaru turned on her heel and began to walk of, onlt pausing for a moment to look back at Kyosuke.

"I really am…very sorry…Hatake-sensei." Hotaru mumbled.

"Wait, Wait, WAIT!" Kyosuke cried, reappearing an inch in front of her, "Yeesh! No need to look so depressed! I was only messin' with ya!"

Hotaru looked up at him, face flaming, eyes brimming over with tears of shame.

"Kakashi-perv?" she gaped, "That really is you?"

"Yeah." He grinned, "But the name's Kyosuke now."

-SMAK-

Hotaru slapped Kyosuke-Kakashi across the face.

"BASTARD!" she shrieked, "How DARE you jerk my chain like that?"

"What can I say?" Kyosuke shrugged, rubbing his enflamed cheek, "At least I thought it was funny!"

"How can someone who's a college professor still be such a RETARD!" Hotaru cried, throwing her hands up in a fit of frustration.

"Dunno." Kyosuke smirked, "Just lucky I guess."

"Urrrgh!" she growled, "Your so infuriating!"

Meanwhile, Across the Globe…

"I know!" Kanna giggled, "The Roast of Pam Anderson is soooo funny!"

"I know!" Hajime snickered, "Th' broad didn't even realize her top was see thru til th' very end of th' Roast!"

Kanna began laughing again, clutching Hajime's jacket for support.

"And she wasn't wearin' a bra fer chrisakes!" Hajime snorted, "On National Television! I mean, c'mon!"

Kanna's laughter doubled and she almost lost her footing.

Hajime opened up the front door to the house he grew up in, newly rebuilt, and opened the door.

"Your home!" a voice said smilingly, "About damn time."

"What th' fuck?" Hajime growled, throwing an arm in front of his girlfriend, "How th' hell did you get in here?"

"Hajime!" the voice said peacefully, "Calm down! It's me!"

"I don't know no one named 'Me'." Hajime snarled.

"Hajime!" the voice said again exasperatedly as Kanna flipped on the lights, "It's-!"

"KAKASHI!" Hajime shouted, "You sunnavabitch! Get over here!"

Hajime wrapped the elder man in a bonecrushing hug.

He looked a little different but all of the distinguishing features were there.

The distinctive scar over the right Magekyo Sharingan eye.

Light silvery brown hair falling stylishly into his eyes.

The ANBU tattoo on his right bicep.

The comfortable slouch.

The porno mag (sigh)

"Finally." He grinned, "Where's your sister?"

"Well she's-"

-BRRRRRRRRNN-

-BRRRRRRRRNN-

-BRRRRRRRRNN-

"Hold on a sec." Hajime said, snatching up the phone.

"Y'lo?" he asked casually.

"Hajime!" Hotaru's happy voice cried over the receiver, "You'll never guess what's happened!"

"What?" Hajime asked, eager to hear her new so he could tell his.

"I FOUND KAKASHI!" She squealed.

Hajime's jaw dropped.

"Isn't it amazing?" Hotaru continued, undaunted by the silence on the other end of the line, "He's my Human Physiology prof!"

This was impossible.

Kakashi was right…here.

How could he be in two places at once?

"He and I are going out tonight to celebrate!" she persisted.

That snapped him out of his daze.

"Well, I got to go now!" Hotaru chirped, "I have to run across campus to get to my next class! Wish me luck!"

"Hotaru WA-!" Hajime cried.

"Later bro!" Hotaru cried cheerfully, hanging up with a click.

Hajime dropped the receiver.

"Honey, are you okay?" Kanna asked worriedly, running to his side.

"Anything wrong?" Kakashi (current name still unknown) asked mildly.

Hajime lifted his head, eyes flashing, and stormed towards the door.

As he threw open, he knocked aside a horde of teens, all of which were about thirteen.

"Ack!"

"Hey!"

"Hajime!"

"Watch it ya jerk!"

"H-Hajime-k-kun…"

"…"

"Rrrr!"

The reincarnated members watched in annoyance as they were ignored and Hajime continued on his tirade, Kanna and Kakashi hot on his heels.

Hajime knew that one of these Kakashi's was a fraud.

And he had a pretty good idea how to find out which one.

"Hello." The cheery Airline employee smiled, "Welcome to Skyworks. May I help you?"

"New Haven, Connecticut." He snapped, "One way."

"Same for us!" Kanna and Kakashi (maybe) chorused, "We're with him!"

"Don't forget about us!" the rest of the reincarnates shouted.

"Gotcha." The woman smiled, "Your flight leaves in twenty minutes."

(A/N: Two Kakashi's? Hows that for a plot twist? Which ones the fraud? And how will Hotaru react when she discovers which one the fake is? R&R mah peeps! Ahm OUT!)