Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto. I am not profiting in any way from this.

I wrote this to just have a laugh. If you're looking for something more serious with a well thought out plot, this probably isn't it. Sorry.

This is a combination of those fics. The one where someone is reborn into Naruto universe, and the one where Naruto character wakes up in the past. Yeah. Like I said, I'm just having fun with this.

This is rated T because I swear a lot. Sorry. Thanks for looking.

Part 1: What the fuck?

"There goes the weirdo," a student whispered to his friend, pointing and jeering.

Uchiha Obito was different. He was really weird. Had he not been an Uchiha, he would've been only a little weird, but yeah. He was an Uchiha. He was extra weird.

Everyone always stared at him, pointing and mocking, whispering stabbing words in his direction. But Obito didn't mind. He was playing a game. The first student to come talk to him with kind words will get a reward. What kind of reward? He didn't know, but he'll think of a good one.

Before he was Obito, he loved to play games. This carried over after his second beginning in this crazy, new world. Here, he was Uchiha Obito. He didn't care for what people expected of him. He just wanted to play games.

Obito usually played by himself, since no one wanted to be his friend, but he was completely fine with that. It's not like everyone needed to know what he was doing. It could be a secret game. Like a secret mission.

Sometimes, he entertained the idea his granny encouraged his love of games. When he was just a toddler, she would tell him, "Let's play a game. If you help granny with three things, granny will give you a reward." It started simple enough. Help clean the floor. Help set the table. Help count the coins. Then, more and more, it involved other people. Help the granny on the third street. Help the elderly through the market. Help the pregnant ladies carry their groceries. Etc. Etc. Obito didn't even mind he was basically being manipulated with the promise of rewards. It was all a game, and he loved games.

He'd make his own games as time went on. How many people in the compound smiled at him that morning? How many people in the streets said hello to him? How many people can he make laugh? On and on, he had fun.

Hatake Kakashi was dead. But he wasn't. That much was obvious. Because the kid was staring at himself in the mirror, clearly breathing and patting his face. Then falling to the floor and trying not to scream. Can't do that as a dead guy.

It wasn't a genjutsu.

No tricks or anything.

Just the world being its normal, fucked up self.

"I'm going insane," Kakashi told himself, "or I'm already insane. I am insane." He peeked over the counter back at his reflection, only to immediately duck his head down. It was going to take awhile to get used to… well, everything.

He had the night to think things through. And he decided, since he had no idea what happened (other than dying), he was just going to have to deal with it. Whatever it was. He'd deal with it. Right? Right.

Not right. The moment Kakashi stepped outside, he felt a rush of nostalgia suckerpunch him across the jaw. He wanted to step back inside and forget the world. But he didn't. Kakashi continued marching on like the soldier he was. All the way to academy. Where he almost died. Both literally and metaphorically.

"Hey, watch out!" random student yelled out to Kakashi, who couldn't particularly focus on anything at that moment. He had just enough instinct running properly to sidestep the stray kunai flying toward him.

"Aaahh, sorry, sorry. Didn't mean to nearly impale you," a familiar voice spoke out. A very familiar voice.

Kakashi was too afraid to face the owner of the voice. He felt himself crumbling at the very thought of seeing his face again.

"Hey, you okay? Didn't mean to scare you so much," the voice said. It was odd. Normally, the voice would sound more genuine and concerned, but it didn't. The voice was loose and careless, like it didn't care if the kunai hit someone. Kakashi took a breath, then another, and turned his head to face the voice.

It was Obito.

"Uuuhh, you… okay?" Obito waved a hand in front of the boy he nearly hit. He was only playing. He wasn't really going to hurt anyone. Really! Honest! The kunai was super blunt, and he only tossed it. The most it could do was bruise the kid.

Kakashi was startled out of his weird trance-like state when Obito lightly nudged him on the shoulder. "Obito?" he whispered, almost inaudibly. Even Obito, who was actually really close (too close) to him, hardly heard.

"That's me. Where'd you hear me from?" Obito took a step back and smiled. The kid was from his class, but they had never interacted. He probably didn't even know Obito's name beyond "That dumb as hell Uchiha." It was another game of his. How many people could he trick? What did they say about him? About his weirdness? His incompetence? His status as an Uchiha black sheep? His good standing with the elderly? Oh! How about his natural charisma with the orphans and the widows?

Kakashi didn't respond. Eventually, Obito grew bored and left for class, glancing behind him once or twice before disappearing into the building.

That's Obito? That? No way! Obito's smile wasn't so plastic and practiced. His voice wasn't flat and drawling (It was still irritating, though). That couldn't be Obito. Something was wrong. Really wrong. He'll have to investigate. Yup, that's it. Investigate without his heart bursting.

"Oh, hey. You're here. Thought you were going to spend the whole class time standing outside," Obito whispered. Kakashi had entered the classroom and sat down beside him just before the teacher had arrived.

Obito had heard about the kid around town, and he had gathered some facts and details about him. (Of course he did! He made a point to know about everyone in the academy. Remember their faces, their names, their lives. It was a game to know.) The kid's name was Hatake Kakashi, a prodigy. His father, also a prodigy, sadly deceased. Obito was sure the kid didn't bother learning any of his classmates' names, but maybe not.

"Of course not," Kakashi tersely responded. He didn't want to say much. He might start crying or something. And, oh no, that was Rin in the front. He couldn't face her. Not yet.

The day ended. Finally. It felt like an eternity to Kakashi. Obito was weird. He was different. His scores were still dismal, in the lower ranks, but everything else? Wrong. All wrong. Kakashi had half the idea of Obito also being sent back in time. That might explain the change, but there was no recognition in his eyes. Unless Obito was an exceptional actor, Kakashi doubted this idea. Perhaps, he landed in a different reality. A completely different universe, where everything was generally the same except himself and one Uchiha Obito. Yeah. Maybe. He'll leave it at that and go to sleep. He deserved the rest.