Disclaimer: No, I do not own Naruto; and no, I do not own My Hero Academia.

Chapter 2: Bad decisions

To put things into perspective, it's not as though Kakashi had never seen or interacted with a villain before, it's just that when he did, he typically attempted to get out of the vicinity as quickly as possible. It wasn't ideal to draw attention to himself in a world he still wasn't familiar with.

Now, however, things were different. His fingers tingled, legs shook, feet numb. Anticipation ran violently through his body, and he couldn't take it anymore. The months of training without the chance to utilize it made him restless. He was used to constant, tireless missions – and between those missions – constant, tireless training. Kakashi was a creature of habit, and he had been very deprived of those habits recently, being thrown into a different world and all.

As he ran down a slim alleyway among the dozens surrounding him, Kakashi realized his destination was just around the corner and abruptly stopped before revealing himself.

… hold on. Hold on.

Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. He'd been avoiding conflict for almost a year - and now, all of a sudden, he was running headfirst into it? That was something Naruto would do, or maybe even Sakura; but Kakashi? No, this behavior was too irresponsible… Perhaps he should just leave.

His fingers twitched.

He took a step back in the direction he came.

His ears buzzed.

What is this feeling?

Kakashi looked down at his hands, trying to force his hazy vision to focus when-

BOOM!

Debris exploded from the wall behind him, knocking him down and shaking him out of that strange sensation that had overtaken him. "Well, I suppose I have no choice then," Kakashi sighed, slowly standing up and wiping dust off his shoulders and hair. He turned to look around the corner of the now-destroyed wall to analyze the situation.

The villain in question appeared to be a man in his mid-30's. He had long black hair that covered his eyes, and more noticeably, four snakes hovering over him, seemingly connected to his back. Further down the alley, a mother and father stood protectively in front of their son with terrified looks on their faces.

"I only wanted… to play," the villain spoke softly. "Why… why, why, why did you get so mad huh? I just… wanted to play…"

The little boy, now crying, tried to speak but couldn't force his words out. His mother instead pushed him towards her and held him firmly against her body. The father took a step forward and looked straight at the villain with wavering courage. "Please, just leave us be. We mean you no disrespect sir," the father pleaded, surprisingly calmly.

The villain's eyes widened from behind his hair, and he took a menacing step forward. "Your boy… he said… he called me… A MONSTER!" he roared out and lunged forward to attack. The father jumped in front of the attack and one of the snakes on the villain's back lunged forward and slammed the father into the wall so hard that the cement indented and crumpled around him. The mother screamed and the young child began to cry harder.

Kakashi had decided he had waited long enough and stepped forward. "Maaa, you're pretty insane, huh?" Kakashi cringed slightly, the foreign words weighing heavily on his tongue. The villain turned around, shocked by the newcomer, and stalked towards Kakashi slowly.

"Another kid who'll eventually run away from me?"

"I'm not running away," Kakashi spoke softly.

Slowly, a crazed smiled grew on the strange man's face and he took a few more steps forward, hands clenching at his sides and snakes hissing violently. "You really won't run? You'll play with m-"

Kakashi surged forward and sliced the villain's face with one of the few knives he brought with him. The man roared, taken by surprise, and his snakes descended on Kakashi, attempting to strangle and bite him. Kakashi slashed one of the snakes' necks and jumped backwards to reorient himself. When he lunged forward again to slice another snake's neck, his blade caught on its scales and wouldn't go through no matter how hard he forced.

The snakes were suddenly somehow impenetrable.

Kakashi jumped back once more and studied his enemy further. His quirk was obviously the snakes, but there was something… more that he just wasn't seeing. The villain ran towards him and Kakashi dodged, running along the wall of the alleyway and positioning himself behind the enemy. From his new angle, he could see the snake that he had sliced off only a moment ago, slowly regenerating from the villain's back.

Kakashi pushed off the ground and attacked the villain again, but the snakes kept getting in the way, preventing him from making a decisive blow. After a few more times of blocking the snakes' attacks with his knife, Kakashi noticed that the fourth snake had grown back fully, and in the midst of another knife-block, Kakashi had once again sliced through one of the annoying snakes.

So maybe, Kakashi thought to himself, the snakes are only impenetrable when one of them is injured, and once they're all healed, they can be hurt again.

Kakashi dodged another attack and began to concoct a plan that would allow him to strike all the snakes at once, thus rendering their impenetrable period useless. It took about thirty seconds for the newly cut snake to grow back (Kakashi counted), and Kakashi was finally able to begin enacting his plan.

Kakashi prepared to use his chak – no, his quirk to send a pulse of lighting to his enemy, thus paralyzing him long enough to kill all four snakes and then incapacitate the villain, when a strange man, clad in black, jumped into the battle. He proceeded to trap the villain with some sort of long cloth, whilst simultaneously wrapping it around Kakashi as well, pulling him away from the conflict.

Kakashi yelped in shock – not his proudest moment – and tried wiggling himself free. I was so close to defeating that villain, damnit! Kakashi let out a sigh and slumped his shoulders. He watched as the weird man gave the villain a quick chop to the neck, knocking him out, and Kakashi slowly inched his hand to the pouch on his leg. Despite his limited mobility, he was able to grab one of his knives and cut through the strange cloth, freeing himself from its annoying confines. The strange man walked over to the passed-out father, checking his pulse, and then turned to the rest of the family, consoling them, and saying that the police were on the way.

Kakashi, now with the information that the father was still alive and not in a critical condition, started to inch away slowly in the hopes that he could escape unnoticed. It was right then, however, that the man turned toward him with a scary looking expression on his face. "Not so fast there, kid," he said in a gruff voice.

"Maaa, I had the situation under control…" Kakashi trailed off, keeping his gaze directly above the man's left shoulder. "You didn't really have to get involved or anything."

"You used your quirk without a license. That's illegal and I could turn you into the authorities, but I won't do that since you're just a kid."

"How do you know that I don't have a license?" Kakashi eye-smiled and tilted his head to the right. The man looked at him intently for a moment and furrowed his brows.

"You don't," he stated as a matter of fact.

Kakashi sighed in disappointment – it really was a stupid law that he had absolutely no intention of following, but the weird man didn't need to know that. "Well since you aren't going to press charges or anything… I'll just be going then…" Kakashi eye-smiled again and slowly started to back away, when the man quickly paced forward and planted a hand on his shoulder, holding him in place.

"Like I said, not so fast," he said as sirens started to sound, slowly increasing in volume, "you have to give a report to the police as a witness. Just leave out the part about you using your quirk and everything should be fine." As he stated that last line, he lightly squeezed Kakashi on the shoulder.

A threat? Or… is he trying to comfort me? That is actually hilarious.

Kakashi looked up at the man and started to analyze is facial features with more scrutiny. He didn't recognize the man from the news but maybe… "Are you a hero, by any chance?"

The man turned towards him slightly, hand still on his shoulder. "Yes, I'm Eraserhead," he confirmed

"The underground hero?" Kakashi asked, raising his eyebrows. If he was an underground hero, that would explain why he didn't recognize the guy from the news or anything like that.

"You recognize my name? It's rare for kids your age to know about underground heroes – usually they like the flashier ones."

"Maa well, I think underground heroes are cool." Kakashi returned his expression to his eye-smile once again. Underground heroes were the ones most like shinobi, and for that they had a bit more of his respect in his mind than the flashier ones who were constantly working on their image.

The silence between them became awkward as their conversation slowly dwindled into nothingness and Kakashi continued to smile." Great, we're both antisocial, Kakashi thought, not even including the fact that the foreign words he was speaking still felt weird and sluggish coming from his mouth, since he never got much practice at actually speaking in this new language. Chirabatta's body was used to it though, so he supposed that's why he didn't have a weird accent.

"You're a strange kid," the hero said, breaking him from his musings.

"You're a strange hero," Kakashi stated in retaliation. Like the weird guy with a floating scarf and scruffy demeanor was one to talk.

Finally, thank the gods, the police sirens reached their peak, and the alleyway was bathed in red and blue lights. Eraserhead – what a weird name - removed his hand from his shoulder and walked over to the police officers that were speedily exiting their vehicles.

"This villain was tormenting that family over there. The father was knocked out and probably needs to go to the hospital and it couldn't hurt to also make sure the wife and son weren't injured. This kid," Eraserhead pointed at Kakashi, "witnessed the events before I was here, and even got involved in a fight with the villain – he should probably go to the hospital as well."

Kakashi's eyebrows shot way up his forehead. Yeah, there was no way in hell that was happening. The officer in charge then began to chew him out, saying something about it "not being safe", and that he needs to "be careful and not worry his parents" blah, blah, blah – he just tuned it all out. When he noticed Eraserhead staring at him a little too intently for his liking, Kakashi decided it was time that something needed to be done.

"Ah! The villain is escaping!" Kakashi yelled out, pointing at where the villain was currently still passed out. The cops and hero all immediately turned their attention away from him, and before they could realize that it was a ploy, Kakashi was already dashing away.

"Kid, wait- ah goddammit whatever, I don't have the time for this. What a brat…" Kakashi heard the man mumble under his breath as he rounded the corner out of sight.

"Well, that was a mess," Kakashi sighed as he looked up at the cracked wooden ceiling of his home. "Yeah, I should probably not do that, like, ever again. I must be getting really antsy if I'm getting this restless..." Kakashi looked at his hands in contemplation and recalled that feeling he had felt right before the wall of the alleyway had exploded behind him. It had felt has though his heart was beating a thousand times per minute. His blood had been so hot he thought he was on fire, and his hands wouldn't stop shaking. Kakashi clenched his fists and let himself fall backwards onto his makeshift bed. "Let's just worry about that later."

He was tired. He supposed it was due to a combination of his fight with that villain, his rigorous training sessions, and overall lack of sleep and food. Still though, this wouldn't have phased him in his previous life, and his newfound weakness frustrated him immensely.

"Yeah, that was dumb," Kakashi closed his eyes and tried not to think about what awaited him in his dreams. Truth be told, he hadn't gotten much sleep since coming to this new world – despite all the time and care he had put into making his bed. He could say that it was because, like with his hunger, he was trying to grow his resistance to sleep deprivation, but that would only be half true.

Truthfully, he had been having nightmares again. He didn't know why – he had long since become content with his traumas. Well, about as much as anyone could in his situation – but he had died content, and maybe even happy, surrounded by people who cared about him. It didn't make sense that his nightmare's would be returning now, after all this time. He even dreamed of Obito's death, despite knowing full well that he hadn't died that day during the Kannabi Bridge mission. Perhaps it had to do with the fact that he was in a young body again, but he really couldn't say. Whatever it was though, it was quite the annoying handicap.

"Really, really dumb..." Kakashi mumbled as the grip of sleep pulled him into darkness.

A/N: Yes, yes, it certainly had been a while. I was bored, and thus Chapter 2 was born! I honestly haven't been watching MHA so I'm going to go do that now so I can hopefully continue writing this fic. I also noticed one of the comments stating that shinobi aren't honorable which is completely correct. I changed that line in the last chapter from honorable to loyal because I feel like that definitely fits better.

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