Kakashi looked down at the wallet in his hands.

The country he had found himself in had to be really isolated for them to not even use Ryo. Japan Country used something called a Yen, but he wasn't quite sure what the conversion would be. His original plan was to take 400 ryo, so he ended up taking the entire wallet with its contents of roughly 20,000 yen instead.

Because, once again, he was unsure of the conversion rate, Kakashi ended up taking the man's clothing as well. They didn't fit very well and pulled in some unfortunate places, but it wasn't a paper gown. Anything would beat the paper gown. He just hoped 20,000 yen would be able to cover food and a local map.

Kakashi walked down the street and watched a few children run past him, rambling about some movie. Civilian kids were the same in any country, typically quite cheerful and without a care in the world. Completely ignorant of the dangerous world around them. He wondered belatedly what day it was, and what the system of education was here.

Up ahead, he spotted a storefront with a neon sign advertising cigarettes and alcohol. And if Kizamu was anything like Konoha, cigarettes and alcohol also meant food. The automatic sliding doors opened for him and he entered.

"Welcome," the storekeeper said in a bored voice. He looked like he was barely an adult, perhaps running this store as a part time job. Kakashi gave a friendly nod and looked at the wares.

As he figured, this place sold a great amount of food. What he didn't figure, however, was that the premade lunches on the shelf only went for about 300 yen. His riches would get him much further than he first thought.

Sadly, they didn't have anything that resembled his beloved Icha Icha books. They did, however, have what appeared to be medical masks. Kakashi did see quite a few people wearing them outside and grabbed a box. His face had been feeling awfully exposed as of late.

With a boxed lunch, a couple onigiri, and a box of facemasks, Kakashi went to the till. He watched in fascination as the storekeeper held a device with a red light that beeped every time it saw one of the items. A screen listed each item as the device beeped, along with the price.

"Your total will be 983 yen," the storekeeper drawled. Kakashi pulled one of the two 10,000 bills out of his-not-his wallet and handed it over. The kid rolled his eyes and made a sound of exasperation before taking the money. The money box opened by itself with a ching and the boy reached in to grab the change. Kakashi was left with one 5,000, four 1,000s, and a few coins. He stuffed them into the wallet and grabbed his plastic bag before exiting the store.

Once outside, Kakashi set his priorities straight. He reached into his bag for the box of facemasks, ripped it open, and pulled one out. With something finally covering his face, Kakashi could focus on what to do next.


It took going to this town's Red Light District to figure out something was not quite as it should be.

The riff raff were not afraid to speak to him here. His unique appearance in a place where uniformity seemed to be encouraged didn't scare off those that didn't like conformity themselves. He was easily able to find people willing to talk after the offer of a few bills. Kakashi took notes in his mind from his various conversations:

There was no Konoha, there were no Elemental Countries, and there was no Allied Shinobi Forces. At the mere mention of shinobi, he got everything from a little chuckle to a full out laugh. Which led him to his next point.

There were no shinobi here. Wherever here was.

It had to be Kamui. There was no other option other than the fact that something regarding Obito's and his own Kamui had gone terribly, terribly wrong. And now, he was stuck in a world that didn't know his own even existed. For all intents and purposes, he could be in a completely different dimension.

On another note, something else he discovered through his impromptu research was how prevalent IDs are in this society. Even the wallet he had stolen had two of them. Kakashi would probably have trouble staying on high alert and sustaining a henge for days on end after a while, so if he wanted to be able to blend in, he would need some sort of identification.

The first person he found, a scantily dressed woman with scarlet hair, had been more than willing to help.

"See that seedy bar on the corner over there? Ask the barkeep for Marushita," she had said with a seductive smirk, "He'll be willing to give you what you're looking for at a cost."

He thanked her for her time and turned to leave, but he felt a light hand on his wrist. Kakashi paused and turned, allowing her to slide her hand up to his elbow and place her other on his hip.

"And who are you anyway? Seeking out a man like Marushita," she whispered into his ear. The woman was attempting to be seductive. He wasn't falling for it.

"I don't have an identity. That's the problem," he said softly, playing into her game just a bit. But when her hand migrated to his face and found it's way under his mask, he caught her wrist in a strong grip. She cried out at the sudden movement, but then smirked at him.

"Everybody has an identity, Mr…"

"Kakashi," he said, if only to have her stop her advances. She let out a little laugh.

"Don't forget, Ka-ka-shi-san," she said in a sing song voice. He nodded and walked away.

Kakashi followed her instructions. He waited until the street was dark and crowded. It was easier to be anonymous in a sea of faces.

This bar in particular seemed to attract the worst in humanity. A couple seemed to be fucking in the corner and doing some sort of drug simultaneously. One man was clearly hustling the darts board, and another was casually threatening some people at knifepoint. If anything, it actually reminded him a bit of back home.

The barkeep was rubbing some glasses dry with a cloth and looked up as Kakashi approached.

"What can I get for ya?" he said in a friendly voice. Far too friendly for a place like this.

Kakashi ordered a Whiskey on the Rocks. He honestly didn't have a clue what it was, but a man further down the bar had just ordered one. The barkeep made a sound of approval before heading off to prepare the drink.

People came and went out of the bar, but it never got too loud. A low mumble of voices mixed with the clinking of glasses filled the room. Kakashi contemplated taking up the hustler on a round of darts, but realized he would draw attention to himself by winning too easily.

"So, what's a lonely fella like you doin' in a place like this? Lookin' for somethin' to ease your sorrows?"

The barkeep's voice and the sound of a glass sliding along the counter pulled him out of his thoughts. Kakashi hummed before taking a sip of the whiskey. Years of training helped to keep him from wincing at the taste.

"Something like that. I'm searching for someone who might be able to fix a small problem of mine," Kakashi replied.

"Looking for a lady-friend?" the barkeep asked with an all knowing smirk.

"Not quite," Kakashi said, "I'm looking for a man by the name of Marushita."

The barkeep let out a long whistle at the voice, followed by a smug look on his face, "You're goin' straight to the top. What does a lonely guy like you want with the big guy?"

"A little birdie told me he might be able to solve a problem of mine."

"Hmm," the barkeep hummed at him, "Wait around. I'll see what I can do."

Kakashi raised his glass in appreciation and downed the rest. He slammed it down on the bar and, with a warm feeling in his cheeks, decided he'd play a round of darts after all.


Kakashi walked away from the dart board with his winnings of 89,000 yen. With his total savings now at over 100,000, he wouldn't need to worry quite so much about his next meal.

His face felt pleasantly warm. As a ploy to get him to lose, other patrons (mostly women) had been bringing him drink after drink. He was the best they'd ever seen, they told him. They were obviously in league with the hustler. What the patrons didn't know was that Kakashi would easily be able to hit a bullseye with a sharp object no matter his sobriety. Being a professionally trained shinobi typically had that effect. Of course, he had been steadily burning it off with his chakra. It wouldn't do to be legitimately drunk when he was on a mission.

The same barkeep as before flagged him over.

"Marushita will see you now," is the only warning he got before he was unceremoniously shoved through a curtain of beads.

The first thing that hit him was the smell. The air in the small room was earthy and absolutely full of smoke. It burned his nostrils and made his eyes tear. Kakashi was tempted to hold his breath if not for the fact that he'd pass out before getting what he needed.

He spotted a lone man sitting on a small, stiff-looking couch. The man's arms were covered from his wrists in a series intricate tattoos depicting flowers and fish. Perhaps they were a familial marking of sorts. The images snaked up his arms and behind the sleeves of his t-shirt. Kakashi idly wondered how far along the man's body they went.

Without a doubt, Kakashi was sure this was Marushita.

"Well?" the man said after a beat. Cutting to the chase, Kakashi thought.

"Maa," Kakashi did his best to portray a relaxed air. His hands found his pants pockets and he slouched his back just a touch, "I happen to have found myself in a bit of a problem. I'm told that you're the person who gets people out of them."

The man let out an ugly laugh, "I suggest you go to the whorehouse down the street if you're looking to escape the loan sharks. I hear they're hiring pretty faces. I don't deal with the sharks no more."

Kakashi touched the wad of cash in his pocket with the tip of his finger. A loan was the last thing he needed.

"Nah, I've got a bit of a… different problem. You see, I've been around, doing some things," he responded casually, "I can't really have the police knowing who I am."

It wasn't terribly far from the truth. However, instead of masking an existing identity, Kakashi needed to hide the fact that he didn't even have one. A tricky situation indeed. Matsushita smirked and pulled a cigarette up to his mouth. After a slow draw, he blew the smoke directly into Kakashi's face.

"A fake, then. And why should I trust someone I just met?" he said, smug.

Kakashi smirked under his mask. Sometimes you needed to play a little rough with people like this. He countered, "Because I can count roughly 23 things in this room I can use to kill you without leaving a trace."

Matsushita paused for a second, then another, before his lips widened into a big grin. The man let out a full-bellied laugh and Kakashi could see trace amounts of spit flying from his mouth. He was ready for this to be finished.

"A hitman, then," he said once he calmed down from his laugh.

Kakashi let out a noncommittal hum but didn't correct him. He was a contracted killer of sorts, after all.

"Ok, I like you. So, I'll make you a deal," Matsushita took another draw, but blew the smoke to the side this time, "I can get you a fake, one that'll fool the scanners and databases, but it's gonna cost you."

"How much are we talking?" Kakashi asked.

"I think I can do it for five," the man responded.

Five? Fifty? Five hundred? He noticed the slight look of hesitation on Kakashi's face.

"Five big ones," Matsushita said, his smirk widening once more.

Unlike ryo, yen was separated into pretty large quantities. The coins were small, at one, five, ten, one hundred, and five hundred respectively. The everyday bills, however, came in thousand, five thousand, and ten thousand. By 'big ones', he was most likely referring to the ten thousand bills.

After his trip to the convenience store, it hadn't taken him long to figure out that 1 ryo came out to roughly 10 of the local currency. Kakashi did a quick calculation in his head. It came out to about 5,000 ryo. While that was an absolutely outrageous amount to spend for a fake ID, he didn't really have much of a choice.

"Do we have a deal?"

Kakashi hummed, "I guess we do. Half now, half when it's done."

"80, 20," he countered.

"40, 60," Kakashi offered.

"75, 25. Final offer," Matsushita said.

Kakashi fingered through the wad in his pocket before saying, "I accept."

"It'll be done in a week," Matsushita said. His grin reminded Kakashi of a shark, "Pleasure doing business with you."

"Likewise," he said.

Kakashi quickly handed over a third of his total savings and headed for the door. He couldn't stand all this smoke any longer.