Revamped Series Edit Completed: 31 July 2017

Toying With The Past Is What We Do
Chapter One
Did I Shrink?

In the night sky, somewhere above Konohagakure, a black hole opens and ejects a body, which shouts an expletive as it lands painfully on the concrete below. All in the village remain none the wiser, the hole having closed seconds after releasing its baggage.

Kakashi groans pathetically while rolling off his back and onto his knees. His arms tremble and lose their strength, leaving his ass in the air, arms spread out and chin on the ground. He curses with a turn of the head and notices something odd and somewhat worrisome. The sleeve of his uniform is way too long, his hand where his elbow should be. He struggles back up until he is sitting on his bottom, legs spread and confined by oversized pants. Like his sleeves, his feet are right where his knees should be.

The Jōnin is in a state of utter confusion, staring incredulously at the endless fabric. It isn't until he starts having trouble breathing when he realizes his flak jacket is suffocating him, the zipper digging into his neck with bruising force. He unzips the green vest and throws it aside, the process slow and difficult when his fingers are hindered by thick sleeves. Kakashi gasps for air, rubbing the reddened indentation while trying to figure out what was happening.

All he remembers is fighting Kaguya alongside Obito and his former Genin team, and then- nothing. There is a blank in his memory he can't even begin to fill.

He tries calming himself by doing a series of inhales and exhales while rolling up his sleeves, but the exact opposite happens the moment he sees his right hand. His thumb pad no longer has the permanent bite mark from his summonings. Taking a good look at both hands, he loses any chance of calming down.

Where are his scars? And why are his hands so small?

Kakashi thrashes in his confining uniform, trying to stand. Instead, he continues falling flat on his face.

With a flash of irritation, he pulls a kunai from one of his pouches and cuts jagged tears into the material until his feet are finally free... his feet which are housed in sandals many sizes too big. Kakashi gapes and raises a dwarfed hand to his cheek, shuddering when he doesn't feel his face mask. He glides the hand down to search for the mask and finds the cloth around his neck, along with his hitai-ate. When he attempts to set it back into place, the mask simply falls back around his neck.

His pounding heart feels about to burst from his chest cavity as he touches his scarred eyelid, only to realize there is no scar present. Kakashi quickly slides the sandals off and stands, one hand holding his loose pants and the other lifting his shirt to see smooth and soft skin, not a hint of muscle tone.

And after glancing around him with mounting embarrassment – there was nothing but trees as far as he could tell – he tugs the oversized pants and underwear out a few inches to peer down. Kakashi is horrified to see something definitely not right.

"There's no way that's mine!" he practically ruptures his larynx shouting in a panic.

Kakashi slaps a hand onto his mouth when he realizes the shout was more like an ear-splitting squeal.

His hand stays in place as he sprints out of whatever forest he landed in, stumbling as his free hand tries to keep hold of his bottom garments. Kakashi escapes from the surrounding trees only to be faced with an awfully familiar village and a recognizable monument... which only has three heads carved into the mountain.

What the hell is going on...?!

"Kakashi... is that you?"

No way... Obito?