Sorry for not posting, I really did forget about this, I'm started on chapter 4 though! This chapter is quite short so I'm planning on making the next chapter longer. The only reason it was paused here is because it was a perfect place to stop to me and I couldn't really thing of another time. I would be happy to read any recommendations on the fic to make it better! Enjoy!

Kakashi simply stared at the bag, knees folded close to his face as his knuckles turned concerningly pale from how hard he was clenching his hands in a fist. Pakkun and his pack simply stared at him, till Pakkun startled everyone by breaking the silence when he dragged a paw down his wrinkly face and let out a disgruntled noise.

"It's not that bad boss, just try it on first."

"..."

A choked whimper muffled through his mask, making Pakkun slump and nudge the bag closer. Shiba got up, curious, and stuck his head in the bag. Popping back up with a sleeveless black turtleneck, dark gray pants, and what looked to be a white medical mask in his mouth. Kakashi had only worn one of those when he was stuck in the hospital and he couldn't wear his other clothed mask, since it was attached to his shirt that was at the moment torn to shreds and covered in blood. Shiba dropped the clothes in front of Kakashi, who only groaned as he toyed with the corner material of the pants. Shiba quietly let out muffled laughter, turning and sticking his head back in the bag to come out with a pale red scarf. Kakashi raised a brow, which Pakkun only responded in the corner with a shrug.

"You need to change, you can't stay in those clothes forever."

"..."

"Just change, you reek."

Pakkun stalked up, grabbing the clothes and forcing them onto Kakashi's lap. The small nudges he gave slowly became nips, which Kakashi responded to with puppy-like whimpers and mumbles complaining how "you're not my mom" and other nonsense. He grabbed the clothes and stalked inside, leaving Pakkun and the others sitting under a tree waiting expectantly.

Kakashi stalked back out, his arms folded in front of his chest as they inspected him up and down. They gave a satisfied nod, glancing around among themselves.

"Told you it would fit the boss"

"Hmph, that's just because it looks like what the boss wears under his Jounin vest. And I never said it would look bad!" Someone squawked, lost in the overlapping of all the other comments that rambled on about his outfit.

He dismissed his ninken, the group dispelling with a 'poof'. He went back in the house, grabbing his bag. It was a simple sling bag, black with green bordering the edges. It held his supplies, but it still had some room in it so he decided that he could go and gather more supplies while he was here.

He jumped into the trees above, finding comfort in the familiar terrain as he leapt through with ease. He sighed as he approached the shops he saw days earlier, jumping down and slipping into the crowd. It was quite infuriating to do so, he stuck out like a sore thumb with his light colored hair. Brushing away the thought, he needed some money, or whatever they used as currency. So he did what anyone else would do in a situation like this.

He pickpocketed.

Of course he didn't wanna pickpocket anyone who actually needed the money, so he pickpocketed other pickpockets. It was simple, really. He was surprised they haven't been caught yet, but he was satisfied with ignoring that fully and just finding satisfaction in his own wallet growing thicker every minute.

Eventually his wallet was a decent size that could fit his needs, so he stopped with the pickpocketing. Heading into some shops, some for food that wouldn't spoil since he didn't have a running fridge, and some for tools to work on the house, it was still run down and looked quite displeasing to the eye. His goal was to make it look similar to the Hatake compound, yet a much smaller version. He was past his fathers death, he'd forgiven him. So the sight of the compound didn't at all displease him, it was in all actually appealing, really.

He walked out of the store with his sling bag full, and a small bag carried on his shoulder since his sling bag couldn't fit everything. But it was no bother to him as he carried himself around the crowd, till he caught the sight of a restaurant. The menu was splayed on a window, eggplant miso with broiled saury catching his eye. He never did get tired of it.

So there he was, sitting at a table right outside the restaurant, bowl in one hand and chopsticks in another. It was relatively quiet, surprisingly. He took in the smell of the saury, his mouth watering. You couldn't blame him, the last thing he ate was a ration bar. He set his chopsticks on his bowl, his hand reaching for his mask to pull down since there was no one in sight. But then, he was rudely tackled to the ground, landing with a loud thud. The only thing he could see was pink hair—it reminded him of Sakura for a moment. Weird.

His eye twitched, and he couldn't hide his clear discomfort. Right when he was about to comment, he was again interrupted when it seemed the pink-haired finally noticed he wasn't who he thought he was.

The kid that tackled him squeaked, jumping back up with beads of sweat forming on the back of his neck. He apologized, rambling about another light haired person he couldn't really care about and more apologies.

He was hardly able to make out a word, but got the message. Sitting up, his eyes glanced up and down, taking in his supposed attacker.

He didn't have to cover his eyes because of the Sharingan. Actually, with his chakra control improved—yet not at the level he was at before, he found out he was capable of turning them off. He supposed it must've been something with their souls merging and he would have to do some digging to find out more, but was happy regardless.

He simply gave the boy a blank stare, before grabbing the bowl next to him that was now empty, the soup splattered all over on the hard concrete patio. Thank Kami it didn't get on his clothes, he had to admit, Pakkun and the others might have better fashion taste than him. You can't blame him, he was used to wearing his uniform, he didn't have any other clothes in his wardrobe except for his Sukea disguise. So all in all, going shopping for more clothes was only a distant thought—for Pakkun to do of course.

"Maa~" he drawled, waving a hand. "Its fine, no worries, it didn't get on my clothes or anything." He placed the bowl back on the table, staring at the splattered soup with a small pout before looking back up to the stranger.

They were awkwardly rubbing their neck, short pink hair with dark blue clothes to accompany it. It didn't look bad, surprisingly.

Kakashi used the table to heave himself up, placing a hand on his chin, pondering. With another sigh he disposed of the bowl, not caring to go get another order of miso. He had things to do anyways, he wanted to get a better grip on his chakra control by the end of the day. Maybe even try out some simple Ninjutsu. He would probably have to make some barrier seals and a training ground for himself–

Before he could get carried away with his thoughts, the stranger–who he'd yet to get their name–interrupted him.

"I'm so sorry again, my name is Itadori Yuji."

He gave him an eye smile, "Kakashi, nice to meet you Yuji-Kun" he couldn't help but find interest in the boy, seeing his chakra flow was so much different than his own. Sure, he could sense it, but it's much easier to see how much stronger the energy was up close like this, but it was murkier–like mud compared to water.

"Unfortunately, I'm quite busy, maybe we will see each other again another time." He waved, his eyes curving again as he grabbed his bag and walked out the gate of the patio. A sigh—he didn't even get his miso and broiled saury, what a waste of money…

He made his way to the border of the forest, leaping up into the trees to the house. He suddenly had a headache, making him stumble and crash into a bush as he leapt from a branch. "Ow.."

"Oi Bakashi! That hurt.." It was almost a whimper, the voice from wherever it came from quietly grumbling as Kakashi flailed in alarm and attempted to untangle himself out of the bush.

'Obito!?' Was the first thing to come to mind, baffled would be an understatement, Obito was dead! Wasn't he?

Then everything dawned on him. Their. Souls. Merged. Of course he could at least hear Obito. Hearing the Jounins thoughts, Obito replied.

"Of course I'm here, idiot." A giggle, "you might wanna get out of this bush before we have a real conversation, Bakashi."

'Tch,' but he complied, carefully maneuvering himself out of the bush, God, who would've thought that the infamous Copy-Nin would one day stoop so low to struggling to get out of a bush. When he finally got out, he stared at his bag which now had a couple tears. Groaning, he made a small side note to fix it later.

They–are they one person now?-made their way back to the house in silence. Opening the door, Obito was set of like a bomb of questions.

"So where are we? Are we not in Konoha? Weren't we supposed to be dead?-"

'Ill answer all your questions, just one at a time, geez. And here I thought you got a little more patience over the years, but it seems like some things never change.' He teased, receiving a squawk of protest in response. He couldn't help but laugh, if anyone saw it they would probably think he was batshit crazy, but he didn't care, because now he had Obito with him. He felt warm, happy, maybe even.

Maybe things won't be so bad now that he has company, just maybe.