Full Summary: A cosplayer was lovingly sent to the Narutoverse by the ever powerful Truck-kun. She, now he, could only despair at his choice of cosplay outfit now that he was the character itself. OC-turn-Obito!

Warning(s): Slash/Yaoi, Isekai shenanigans, Disturbing themes, Killings/Murder, Child soldiers, Dimensional travel, Puns

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, obviously.

Yumiko stared at her contact lens casing in annoyance. Not at the case itself, no, but at what was floating tauntingly inside of it. The seller had, much to her displeasure, delivered the wrong contacts to her. What she wanted was the two tomoe version of the Sharingan, not these... abominations!

When she glanced at her phone's watch, she couldn't help but spit out a few words that would make even a sailor blush. With an aggravated sigh - having little choice because she would be late if she delayed any longer - she popped the two lenses onto her eyeballs and blinked rapidly to adjust. Eyedrops were slipped into her pockets just in case.

The full-length mirror showed chunin Uchiha Obito glaring defying back at her, his Dōjutsu menacing even though she knew he was simply a costume. No matter how accurate her whole outfit was, the eyes ruined all of her hard work, damn it!

She would've forgone the incorrect lenses, but due to her eye color being a light shade of brown rather than the typical Uchiha black, the choice was pretty obvious. As much as a perfectionist she was at cosplaying, she would rather use the wrong Sharingan eyes than to blatantly change her character's eye color.

Twirling once to check if there was anything else amiss, she nodded smugly before she ran out of her house, the only personal items on her person were her mobile phone, wallet, keys, and silver cigarette case with an inbuilt lighter.

The minivan waiting at her driveway honked impatiently, which only made her drag her feet all the more. Her cosplay group's leader was an impatient arsehole during good days - a downright menace on bad ones.

"You're late!" Her best friend Riku, currently dressed as a young Kakashi, yelled as she slid beside him at the backmost seat.

She grinned sheepishly, and since she was feeling quite mischevious, replied in a very Obito-like fashion, "Sorry I'm late! I was helping this old lady-"

"Unless your house is haunted, I very much doubt it," Riku muttered grumpily with crossed arms. "Your excuses are getting worse by the day, Yu-chan."

"Maa... At least we won't be late to the convention this time." Riku's older brother (dressed as adult Kakashi), eye-smiled as he looked at them from the passenger seat. The man had Kakashi's placating expression down to the letter. How he did it with only 1/4 of his face showing was telling of his acting skills.

The driver, their dear leader, glowered at her tardiness, which only made her shudder at his pissed off expression. That wasn't a face the Yondaime Hokage should be making. And because her group consisted of cosplay experts (professionals really), he looked a hundred percent like the character he was dressing as.

As the vehicle moved to their destination, everyone dared not open their mouths to risk attracting the attention of the aggravated demon wearing Minato's skin. With time to spare, Yumiko took quick glances at all of her companions.

This was her usual group when going to anime conventions. They may all be in their twenties, but their love for anime was still strong. All eight of them were present and dressed as Team Minato and Team Kakashi; all of them having agreed beforehand to cosplay as their respective characters to avoid any clashes.

There were a few crossdressers like her (and if she didn't know them beforehand, wouldn't have noticed), mostly for BL or GL pairings since everyone in the group was straight and as much as they didn't mind posing for the crowd of otakus at the convention; they would rather avoid snogging the same gender if they could help it.

Everyone looked professional; with not a single article of clothing worn incorrectly. It only made her all the more embarrassed at her mistake. She prayed to fucking Jashin-sama that nobody would realize her error.

"By the way, Yu-chan... What's up with your contacts? Pre-'death' Obito doesn't have the Mangekyou Sharingan." Riku whispered in askance, one eyebrow raised, "I must have overestimated your ability to retain information."

Snrk... She would never pray to Jashin-sama ever again.

With a depressed air, she leaned closer to him as she replied, not wanting to be overheard by the others, "I received the wrong order. They came too late for me to switch 'em. Tsk, it was either this or nothing - I made sure to tear the seller a new hole for that error. Fuck him and his excuses..."

Riku snorted as he rolled his eyes, muttering lowly to himself about her crude language. She ignored him with practiced ease, pulling out her mobile phone and browsing through her favorite fanfic website. Since she and her group were dressed as Naruto characters this time around, she searched for her Naruto OTP; KakaIru.

She heard her best friend scoff at her choice of reading material - which was practically erotica at this point - but didn't bother with telling him off. The little shite and she would always end up agreeing to disagree at which pairing was the best.

Pbbt, no offense to those who worship KakaSaku, but that pairing seriously gave her chills - and not the pleasant ones, too. It wasn't the age difference that turned her off, no, it was simply due to the fact that she couldn't see Sakura with anyone but Sasuke. Boruto finalized her opinion all the more.

Also, her best friend was the sappy romantic type of guy. He preferred reading really diabetic inducing stories that were full of gag-worthy romances whilst she favored pure smut with the occasional fluff.

Halfway through a rather steamy outdoor scene where ANBU Kakashi was ravaging Hunter-nin Iruka, Riku's elbow dug painfully into her side. She shot him a look worthy of insane-Obito, and judging by the involuntary shudder she received, she did an excellent job at conveying her dissatisfaction.

"We're reaching in five. Let's get into character."

At their group leader's announcement, everyone swiftly turned their phones off and slipped their personal possessions into the prepared duffle bag; it would later be stuffed under the seats before they left the vehicle. She sneakily left her cigarette case in the ninja pouch, knowing that her unhealthy addiction to nicotine was pretty high up and forgoing even an hour (two max) of smoking would make her pretty skittish.

This was why she loved this small group of theirs. When they roleplayed... They truly immerse themselves in their characterization. They were like a well-oiled machine, with everyone already knowing how to behave and be respectful of personal boundaries they had previously set up.

The one dressed as Nohara Rin faced Riku, the brunette already giving love-struck gazes to young Kakashi. Riku, on the other hand, had turned to gaze out of the window, ignoring everyone around him like the smug little bastard young Kakashi was. Hiding her amusement, she made a face at young Kakashi's blatant disrespect of Obito's crush and childhood friend, ready to blow like an active volcano at the slightest of provocation.

Getting into character, to her, has always been the most interesting part. Cosplaying made her forget reality; to temporarily shut her mind of any worries and allow for her to act as another person for the duration she was (literally) in the other's shoes.

When they exited the minivan, everyone has already entered their respective characters. The people around them looked at their group with awe as photos and videos were being taken and recorded. Some even braved up to them to get a few photos.

As they all posed, the most dominant emotion she felt was the eagerness. She couldn't wait to participate in the group cosplay contest. They had never once lost after coming together, after all.

With a discreet hand signal, she passed along the message that she would be gone for a few minutes to get some much needed fresh air. Riku nodded slightly before walking off with the Rin cosplayer on his heels to search for their Minato.

As much as she loved anime conventions, she disliked the feeling of being a canned sardine more. The crowd had thickened considerably since it was lunchtime, and it made the interior of the building too warm for her liking. The layers of clothing, along with the makeup she wore, weren't helping in the slightest.

She didn't have claustrophobia, but the smell of perspiration was getting to her. The downside of being an otaku was that some of her people simply cared not if they stank up the whole place with their BO.

Distracted by her rather disrespectful and nasty stereotyping, she didn't pay much attention when she walked out of the building and onto the zebra crossing, a lit cigarette dangling loosely in between her lips. When she heard a distinctive sound of a truck's horn from her right side, her mind wondered why the vehicle was suddenly in her face. Then it hit her.

As she was flung many meters away, bouncing on the road like a broken ragdoll, the only thought at the forefront of her mind was; 'a pun, really?!' and then darkness.