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A/N: I haven't updated in forever, but I had an amusing conversation with my sister and this idea came from that.

Kakashi should have known better. He was an elite shinobi who had made genin at 6 years of age and chuunin at six. He'd survived the front lines of war and the Kyuubi attack. It should not have been a 'training accident' that killed him. Then again, calling his Cause of Death a 'training accident' wasn't exactly… truthful.

There's a reason the Academy, Jounin instructors, team leaders, and anyone with common sense warns aspiring shinobi never to create new jutsu while under the influence. Drunk!Science was probably one of the most horrific ways for young up-and-coming ninja to die. There were still terrified whispers about that crazy Uchiha kid that literally turned himself inside-out about forty years back. That's not even taking into account that poor Iwa-nin with a tarot obsession that somehow managed to give himself an actual third eye.

Either way, Kakashi had no business experimenting with his Mangekyou Sharingan when he had enough alcohol in his system that his blood was flammable. Controlling the reality-breaching technique was damn near impossible under the best circumstances and those weren't it. If his (mildly inebriated) teammates hadn't witnessed the whole thing the circumstances of his death would most likely have been a mystery.

Team seven could only watch as their former sensei was pulled through a breach in reality by some sort of slime-coated grey tentacled eldritch abomination. By the time they realized what had happened Kakashi was already gone and the breach sealed. Before they could figure out what to do next the portal reopened and a mortally wounded Kakashi flung himself out. When his last words were "breeding stock" and "male pregnancies" they decided that they were better off not knowing.