My name is Nohara Rin.

But that isn't my original name.

My name no longer matters.

My name is Nohara Rin now.

If you're reading this, it may be possible that you've heard of me.

I had heard of me; before I became me.

But I need you to keep in mind one very important thing.

Although my name may be Rin now:

Although I may resemble her physically in every way:

I am not Rin.

A startled gasp cut through the motionless air of an eerie quiet land, like I was on the verge of drowning.

"…Where?" A voice both foreign and familiar to me left 'my' vocal cords, "Am I?"

Um… My brown liquid eyes – I think – stared up at a deceptively calm dark sky blanketed by grey, solemn clouds, back resting against hard, ruined earth. I bit my bottom lip. If the voice I was using was anything to go by, then I had a pretty good idea whose body I was inhabiting right now.

"This is all a dream, right?" A murmur preceded me pushing myself up to my slender knees wrapped in reddish-brown tights. "Just a vision of a girl's favourite anime before she dies, right?" A crack formed in my, or hers, voice, like a glass. Tears began to obscure my vision.

"I'm really not Rin." I covered my face, touching the cold metal plate shielding the girl's headband. This wasn't right. I shouldn't be here, invading this poor girl's body. I should be driving home in my cosy Ford Fiesta, singing along to Diamond in the Sky and celebrating my beloved football club's first title win in 19 years.

I heard a mumbled groan beside me. I started, hands falling off my distraught visage and more tears threatened to fall. The famous prodigy of Rin's team aroused, with much shorter silvery-grey hair not styled in his trademark scarecrow look. He still wore his iconic midnight sapphire mask hiding the lower half of his face. It matched the rest of his outfit comprising of a short-sleeved t-shirt and pants, rolled up and showing his bandaged ankles. He had his signature short Chakra sabre sheathed to his back.

"Kakashi." His name slipped out of my mouth unbidden.

He recoiled, whipping his head up like a flash; one lone eye overfilled with astonishment like a flooding household. My teeth gritted. There bore the evidence of a corrupted timeline on his masked countenance, right beside his sole remaining eye. There wasn't supposed to happen.

"Rin!" He firmly gripped ahold of my shoulders. I squeezed my eyes shut but I felt him rubbing my arms as if trying to discern I wasn't a figment of his imagination. I felt his residual heat and he felt mine. His palms froze on my shoulders. "…How?"

My lips trembled. "I dunno." I meant every word, balling my hands on my lap. My voice continued in hushed whispers, "I thought I was dead." Rin's final memories flowed through my – hers - brain like a river. "The three-tails was so kind, and- oh, god." I pressed my hands over my mouth. "Isobu!" Isobu really was so kind to her throughout their brief time together, expressing sincere remorse that she had to be used as a trojan horse. Rin apologized to him. She was just as kind to him as he was to her. It was a saddening situation; two people used against their will as weapons against the Leaf.

Kakashi's lone eye dilated. "The three tails!" He lifted my raven long-sleeved shirt just underneath my bosom, searching my peach-cream skin. He nodded a moment later, curtaining my flat stomach. "Good." Relief poured through every syllable. "It doesn't look like the three-tails is sealed in you anymore."

I lowered my head.

Arms enclosed around me, a warm body pressing against mine offering me comfort and security.

"K-Kakashi!" I went bright red like a tomato. I liked to think it was Rin's crush causing the reaction.

"I'm just so relieved you're alive, Rin." A quiet sincerity laced every word. Regardless of my spontaneous, unexplained resurrection he was just happy he didn't have to visit another teammate's memorial stone. My heart bled, and, moving on their own accords, my arms rose to encompass his back. "Obito would never forgive me if I let you die."

"Obito." The mention of our third teammate made me look around the ruined, bloodied battlefield, with piles of corpses littering the torn ground. Obito really let loose when he thought Rin died. What would he think if he met me, the woman inhabiting his crush's body in her passing?

Maybe I should consider myself lucky I didn't reincarnate into Rin while he was here. Who knew where I would be now?

"Did you do this, Kakashi?" I asked.

Kakashi pulled away, shaking his head.

"No." He surveyed the wreckage around us with calm scrutiny. "Seems whoever did likely had a hand in your resurrection."

I swallowed. "Seems like it."

Kakashi rose to his feet and offered me a hand like a gentleman. "Come on. We should back to the village." I accepted the offer and he pulled me up to shaky legs with a whoosh. Concern filled his gaze like warm hot chocolate. "Are you okay?"

I could only truthfully shake my head. I kept swaying in place. Kakashi even had to curl an arm around my waist to stop me. "I feel weak."

He nodded a few times, "Understandable." I felt his eye falling, heating my face thinking he was checking me out.

"What're you…?" Realization cooled me like a cup of cold, fresh water, my own gaze tracking Kakashi's. 'Oh, right. Duh! Kakashi pierced Rin with a Chidori blade in canon.' I glanced downward, gaping in horror. Spotless, unblemished skin greeted my gaze. Not even a scar was left. "What on earth…?" I whispered. The boy heard me anyway.

"Strange."

"What even am I?"

Minato's greatest student lifted his head, warmth reaching his eye. "You're Nohara Rin, a leaf shinobi and someone I'm proud to call my comrade."

My lips quivered, eyes watering with a torrent of emotion I attempted to keep at bay. "Kakashi." Try as I might I couldn't stifle the tears cascading down my cheeks. Kakashi ungripped my hand, gaze softening as he delicately caressed my wet face and pulled me in. I bawled, shame swelling in my chest. This shouldn't be happening, I mused. I shouldn't be here. I should be driving home listening to music, celebrating my team's title win. Not here. Not stealing this poor girl's body. I couldn't stress this enough. I didn't want to die. I hadn't even seen one episode of the new Pokemon anime without Ash or played the upcoming Yakuza gaidan game re-starring Kiryu, among others.

I didn't want to die.

I didn't want to be here.

Kakashi let me get as much out of my system as I could. "Let's get going." I left the comfort of his warm chest and nodded. He nodded back and proceeded to scoop me up like a bride on her wedding day. "I'll carry you back."

"K-Kakashi!" I sputtered, mortified.

As his face shifted to resemble a teasing expression I was intimately reminded of one thing:

Kakashi was a jerk.

Hello, everyone! I'm Jadey and this is my first story. I felt inspired by my favourite author's awesome self-insert YYH story titled Lucky Child, so if you noticed any similarities between the premise of this story and theirs, that's why. It really is a fantastic story and I highly urge anyone and everyone to check it out. Star Charter's a brilliant author that knows how to really set up the world they're in as Keiko, keeping the characters in character and developing them in ways I never thought possible. Kurama and Hiei (the latter who mainly inspired Sasuke, hence Deathbattle pitting them against each other) are two of the hardest and most complex characters to write yet they seamlessly do so with all the nuance of Togashi himself.

If you like YuYu Hakusho, or heck, even if you DON'T, I still heavily recommend reading the story. It's a seamless, easy read that flows well and best of all, Not-Quite-Keiko is her own character, being the protagonist of her own story.

As for my story, the chapters will increasingly get longer and longer with each instalment. This is just the general setup.

Bye-Bye!