Chapter 344 - My CO Stash #44 - CCG Public Enemy No 1 by euphoric image (NarutoXTokyoGhoul) (1/2)

-It's just one of those ”I don't know why this xover fic exist but I'm really glad it exists”

Synopsis: Kakashi had a single red-and-black eye for more than half his life. Now, he has two. This was Naruto's fault, honestly.

Rated: T

Words: 17K

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Chapter 1

Kakashi stared at the metal surface of the building. His reflection looked back up at him. Spiky silver hair. A scar running over his left eye. Both eyes a dark grey, almost black. A navy blue mask covering the lower half of his face. A forehead protector with the word ”Shinobi” engraved onto it.

It was all normal.

So why, pray tell, weren't his surroundings normal?!

And the smell was awful. The choking smell of smoke, smog, and other harsh chemicals burned Kakashi's s_e_n_s_i_t_i_v_e nose. He absently filtered the air in his nose with a clever application of chakra. Thank Kami he had his mask to dilute the smell somewhat.

Kaguya had been being sealed away by Naruto when the dimension around them shuddered and cracked and Kakashi came into contact with something. He had desperately tried to Kamui away while the thing tried to pull him in.

Then everything had gone black for a moment and Kakashi felt as if he was in the middle of a whirlpool that just wouldn't stop. Then the world stopped spinning and Kakashi found himself standing in the middle of the streets in a world that was so unlike his own.

It wasn't a Genjutsu. Kakashi had already checked, releasing a good size of his reserves in the Dispel technique.

What the hell happened?

The first task was to find out where exactly he was. He walked up to the nearest person who looked like he wasn't an idiot, a young man with spiky black hair and glasses, who was holding up a skateboard.

”Hello there. Do you know where we are?”

The man looked at him weirdly. ”Yo dude, what's with the weird accent? Why're you talking like you're in an old-fashioned samurai movie?”

Kakashi took offense to that. He was a shinobi, not some honorable samurai. He didn't show his offense, of course. He merely eye-smiled. ”Maa, I'm afraid I grew up in a rather old-fashioned family, and perhaps my speech patterns reflect it. Nothing I can do about it, I'm afraid.”

”Ohhh I understand, man. Yeah, that's tough. You sound pretty cool though, not gonna lie. That mask looks sick, too. Hey, so what was your question again?”

Perhaps Kakashi was incorrect with his previous assessment. This man may indeed have been an idiot.

”Where are we? As in, what country are we in?”

The man looked at him weirdly again. ”Dude. You okay there? We're in Japan.”

Kakashi stared at him blankly. ”I'm sorry?”

The man started looking worried. ”Umm. . . you know, Japan? In Asia? The islands? Hey, you're not from a mental asylum are you?”

Kakashi could recognize the signs of panic in the man in front of him. He merely eye-smiled again. ”Yes, of course I know Japan. It was a joke.”

The man relaxed. ”Ohhh this is one of those social experiments, isn't it?”

Kakashi had no idea what a social experiment was. ”It is. Thank you for your cooperation.”

And he walked away, not looking back, his mind racing as he processed the new information.

He selected his new victim, a girl about his age. ”Hello there. Would you happen to know how to get to Fire Country?”

She stared at him, unimpressed. ”If this is another lame pick-up line, then I swear. . .”

Kakashi held up his hands innocently. ”No, it's not. I'm asking you a genuine question here. I promise.”

She considered him for a moment. ”I don't know what Fire Country is.”

She. . . didn't know what Fire Country was?

He eye-smiled at her. ”Thank you for the information.”

. . .what the hell happened to him?! Where the hell is he? He can't possibly be in one of the remote villages, because the technology he saw around him was vastly superior to even the latest models in Konoha.

And so he did what any self-respecting Kage would do when in an unknown situation: he walked into the nearest library and started to gather information.

XxX

He was on a planet called ”Earth.” Specifically, in a continent called ”Asia.” The country's name was ”Japan.” He was in Tokyo, the capital.

As far as he could tell, there wasn't any chakra in this world. He wasn't Naruto with his nature chakra sensing capabilities, but he was good enough to tell that everyone around him had absolutely no chakra in their systems. They didn't even have a chakra network.

Shinobi had died out centuries ago, now nothing but folklore. And even in the old stories, this world's shinobi were nothing like him.

He would fight to the death for his comrades. He would- and had- faced a goddess. This world's shinobi would run away, not even attempting to fight.

Thankfully, it appeared that this world was relatively peaceful. Sure, there were definite hostilities, especially in the Middle East region, but nothing near Japan.

Well, okay. That wasn't exactly true. While Japan may not be involved in any international conflict, it certainly had its own problems.

Namely, ghouls. Beings that looked like humans and acted like humans but aren't actually human. They devour human flesh, causing pain and heartbreak. The Commission of Counter Ghoul, the CCG, was tasked to exterminate the threat.

Kakashi paused as he considered his options. He couldn't think of any way to return to his dimension- even if he were in a different dimension.

His eyes widened. Why didn't he think of that?

Summoning Jutsu

Nothing. Happened. No dogs showed up.

Kakashi sighed. So he was in a different dimension that not even his pups could reach.

Kakashi had to get back to his dimension. He could try to throw something together with seals, but that would take time. In that time, he must survive in this new world. And to survive, he had to get a job.

However, this world and his had vast differences.

In this world, it appeared that people went to school for about 16 years. Kakashi could barely handle a single year with his classmates before he noped out of there and graduated early. Nevertheless, the thing called a ”college degree” seemed to be essential to get a good job. Kakashi had no such degree.

He could also try to apply to the manual labor jobs, but even those required things like ”background checks” and ”citizenship.” Both of which he didn't have.

There was, however, one job he was certain he could get.

Ghoul investigator.

He could spin a lie about coming from a remote village. And once he showcased them his physical abilities, they'd have no choice but to accept him. Ghouls are a menace to society, and the CCG needs all the help they can get. The job itself paid pretty well too.

And so, it was with that thought in mind that he walked towards the nearest CCG center.

XxX

Everything had been working out well enough.

He'd introduced himself as Hatake Kakashi, someone looking for a job as an investigator. The receptionist looked slightly skeptical but still sent down an Investigator on the off chance that he was actually good.

The man who greeted him had been nice. Handshakes were exchanged- now that was a weird custom. When Kakashi promised him that he would be able to surpass every investigator in combat, the man had looked at him in surprise before breaking out in laughter and leading him inside the center towards the sparring arena.

Then when Kakashi walked through the metal rectangles, everything went to shit.

It started blaring. Loudly. Everyone around immediately mobilized into action, some running inside for cover, others running to cover the entrance. They were holding metal briefcases, something Kakashi recognized as their unique anti-ghoul weapon.

The man he had been with lost all traces of friendliness, instead jumping back into the crowd of investigators that soon rushed up to surround Kakashi, forming a wall.

This wasn't good.

”Maa. . . I take it that that wasn't good?” Kakashi eye-smiled, trying to salvage the situation.

”Ghoul, I can't believe that you tried to infiltrate the CCG like that. How stupid can you be?” The man he was with said in a steely tone.

”But I'm not a ghoul! I don't know why that scanner went off, I promise! I'm human.” Kakashi held up his hands in the universal gesture of surrender, his eyes wide with innocence.

The investigators around him hesitated. What if the technology was wrong? And they were about to kill an innocent human?

”If you truly are a human,” the man said, ”Then cut yourself with this first.”

And he tossed a single pen over the wall of investigators. Kakashi caught it in one hand, looking down at it. It looked normal enough. Kakashi took off the cap. It was pretty sharp too.

Kakashi sighed. ”Very well, then. If you insist.”

And he stabbed down at his own hand with the pen, already bracing for the inevitable pain that would follow the piercing of his skin. It's not like it would matter. Kakashi's already stabbed himself too many times to get rid of Genjutsu. He's used to the pain by now.

It didn't come. The pen tip shattered against his skin.

Kakashi looked at it in disbelief. Then he looked at the investigators around him who had taken up a stance again.

”. . . That wasn't supposed to happen.”

”Capture him! He must be working on the behalf of some organization to infiltrate us!” The man roared.

And the men surged forward, their weapons glinting menacingly.

Kakashi sighed once more.

XxX

Kakashi strolled out of the CCG center with his hands in his pockets, a line of bodies collapsed behind him. All unconscious, of course. He didn't strike any of them lethally enough.

That was really, really weird. Was he a ghoul? Had Kaguya made him into a ghoul?

He had to test this.

He walked into the nearest alleyway, pulled out a kunai, and stabbed down at his hand. It bounced off, the skin not even showing signs of damage.

Well then. That wasn't normal.

Think, what other characteristics do ghouls have? Immunity to damage from normal weapons, a kakugan, a kagune that extended from their body- and an inability to eat normal human food.

Of course.

Kakashi walked out of the alleyway again. He really should've applied a henge, but after researching this world, there weren't really any threats to him.

He was faster than bullets. He had access to chakra. Grenades were nothing but technological explosive seals. They could theoretically drop a bomb on him, but there would be a lot of civilian casualties and likely a political outrage.

All in all, there wasn't really anything anyone could do to him.

He was a Kage-level shinobi in a land of civilians. A Kage. A person- no. A monster who can fight against entire villages and walk out without a scratch.

And. . . well, it's been quite a while since he was able to mess with people. His genin had grown up, and he even had to stop his antics in Konoha because of the Akatsuki attack. Being able to screw around with people's minds again. . . this would be fun.

XxX

He pickpocketed several snobbishly rich people. Rich people who would push people out of the way, rich people that would walk past beggars without a second look, rich people who had bags upon bags of clothing that even they couldn't carry so they hired people that could.

Kakashi felt no remorse stealing from these types of people.

With the new currency in his pocket, yen, he walked into a restaurant. He quickly ordered his favorites: salt-broiled saury and miso soup with eggplant.

He just fought against a goddess. He deserved some comfort food.

The waitress came with the order, balancing the tray in her hands. Her attention was focused on a wall-mounted television (the quality was amazing) in the corner of the room.