Elliot's pov

Shisui opened the door swiftly, ushering me in first. "Thanks." I gave a two finger salute and a slight nod, keeping my voice low as though we were breaking and entering. I mean, I guess we sort of are. We certainly didn't get permission to enter, but hey, what can you do? Shisui's supposed to be dead, and I'm a photo-bombing time traveler. You've got to be cautious about that shit. We're already risking our necks being here in the first place. If only Shisui had agreed to wait by the bus...

"Of course. I'm a gentleman, after all." He offered a mock bow, letting the door shut behind him. I snorted, offering a half smile.

"The gentlest." I lightly joked. He gave me a wink: something he seemed to be doing a lot lately. It made me snort slightly again, and I relaxed a little. Maybe Shisui can sense my nerves, and that's why he's being so... friendly all of a sudden, and joking. I'm not really sure what word I'd use to describe his change in personality. I guess it doesn't matter, so long as we don't die. 

"It's you!" I turned around just in time to see the Hokage stand up, his hands planted firmly on his desk, and his eyes wide. He leaned forward with clear shock and interest. I was expecting him to be looking at Shisui, but instead, he was staring directly on me. He seemed in complete and utter awe, staring at me with clear disbelief. I recoiled slightly at the look, my eyes flitting left and right. It's not often that I interact with other people. At least, not for long. Did I slip up and not erase any of his memories?

"Er... hi?" I tried. As far as I can remember, I've never met this guy directly. I would have remembered, without a doubt. As a time traveler, I remember everything, and I basically know all. The past, the present and the future, no matter the location on this Earth. Honestly, I could probably tell you how many times Hashirama has sneezed in his life with no problems at all. The only things I can't predict are the things that happen to me directly. I can't travel in time and see what happens when I decide to try fried squid because... well, I'm the oldest me at the moment. There are younger versions of myself, but I'm the oldest version. I'm the start, I guess you could call me. The very first Elliot.

"Oh, looks like you're the famous one around here. I see how it is." Shisui pouted a little, lightly elbowing me. I rolled my eyes at him, to which he grinned in response. Despite not acting much like an Uchiha, he's certainly got enough ego to be one, no doubt. Sometimes he's too cocky for his own good.

"S...Shisui Uchiha as well?!" The Hokage all but shrieked, jolting as though he'd been shocked by a bolt of electricity. "I... I can't believe my eyes! That means it's true, my theory! You're...  You're a time traveler."

(Ignore that)

My eyes widened slightly. Well, shit. He's got me figured out. I guess he isn't called "The Professor" for nothing. It's whatever, I guess. I can't just go back in time and tell myself to stop with the fucking bullshit. I knew my main hobby was a mistake. And by the look on Shisui's face, he knows too.

widening slightly. Shit, he's figured me out. I guess he isn't called 'the professor' for nothing. It's whatever. I can just go back in time and tell myself to fucking stop this bullshit. I knew my main hobby was a mistake. And by the look on Shisui's face, he knows it too. 

"So you only photobombed a few photos?" 

"...A few dozen, maybe. Possibly."

I coughed into my fist in response to Shisui's dry look. "Anyway... uh, yeah. It looks like you figured me out." I shrugged. He already knows, so I don't see the point in avoiding it. Besides, we need help. I'll erase his memory later... if I remember. Which I will. Probably. "I'm Elliot Malec, the resident time traveler of this dimension. You already know Shisui. Well, uh... my time machine crashed and... yeah, uh, we need to fix it I guess."

I fidgeted the whole way through my bold announcement. "Oh, and we want to-" I kicked Shisui in the shin as subtly as possible to get him to shut the hell up, smiling a tight smile. He just pouted at me again as though I'd done something wrong, when in reality he's the one trying to out us to the Hokage. I mean, this asshat could have ripped a hole in the universe and I'd be able to do jack-squat about it. 

"We're going to be here for a while, since I'm not even sure what's wrong with my time machine yet. We need a cover while we're here, or something like that. An excuse. We'll be here at least a month, tops, and I can't have my whole gig getting screwed because we crash landed and because someone saw Shisui Uchiha walking around." I said. Sasuke is the only living Uchiha in Konoha at the moment, and I don't think I'd be able to contain him in a questionable underground basement for long. I'm sure his fangirls would come hunt me down in the span of two hours if I dared try...

The Third nodded, still in a daze, and still staring at me with awe. I need to document his obvious interest in me. It's clear he's thought a lot about me, and my time-traveling abilities. That isn't a good thing either. I'm also not sure how to react to his clear curiosity. It feels like I've forced into competing in a huge talent show, and everyone is expecting something amazing, but you're not quite sure what. I guess I can tell him that Hashirama lights on fire spontaneously? I don't know!

"I just... I still can't believe it! You're in nearly every single historical photo ever recorded, even outside The Land of Fire!" He exclaimed enthusiastically. Shisui's gaze immediately flickered (WHEEZE BECAUSE BODY FLICKER LMAO- sorry) down to me, a questioning look in his eyes. I could only shrug lamely in response, avoiding his gaze. What else was I supposed to do with my obvious free time? Read?

"What can I say? Photobombing is pretty much my only hobby." I admitted. 

"That's sad. You should hung with me more!" He grinned a wide grin, thrusting his thumb into his chest in a prideful manner. I had to roll my eyes at the gesture. Yeah, as if. He's already screwing shit up, and we haven't even been in the future an hour. Imagine what would have happened if I'd given him more of my precious time.

"This is absolutely amazing. I've always wanted to meet you." The Hokage said in a bashful manner that made me feel just plain awkward, because let's face it, my social skills are below acceptable standards, and this man is at least sixty at this time. 

"You have a fan." Shisui's giddy whisper and jab to my shoulder snapped me from my thoughts. 

"Shut up." I muttered back. He just grinned like an idiot, so I ignored him, turning to look at the Hokage instead. I gave a bright smile that was only half genuine. Shisui sorta threw off my groove. 

"It's a pleasure, Hokage-sama! So what do you think we should... you know..." I trailed off expectantly, unsure of what he was going to have us do. His answer tempted me to go live in the bus until we could get the hell out of dodge.

"I'm sure Sasuke wouldn't mind you two staying in the Uchiha Clan compound! Shisui, you look reasonably old for you age. I'm sure it would be fine if we just told him you were found alive." The Hokage smiled a closed eye smile as though it were really that simple, and it made me wince. We couldn't tell him about our half-assed plan, or about what Danzo did. Speaking of that old fart, we don't want him knowing Shisui is alive... shit, it's probably to late.

"...Yeah, I'm sure my dear little cousin has missed me!" Shisui, who'd been oddly silent, seemed to decide. He grinned wider if that's even possible, earning an alarmed look from me because seriously, what the hell is this bitch doing? This dumbass is literally going to get us both killed. 

"Wonderful! You two can train with team Kakashi until then, to give you something else to do. Elliot, you've done a great service bringing Shisui back to us after finding him washed up on a river bank all those years ago." The Hokage smiled widely, winking. Why is everyone winking? It's a conspiracy at this point, I swear. 

"A-Ah, of course." I hastily bowed nonetheless. Ten bucks says I'm being played right now. Ten more bucks says time rips within the next ten minutes. When Shisui died, both his eyes were gone, and he looked at least two years older than he does now. His voice was deeper, he was taller, and slightly-less annoying if you can believe such a thing is possible.

"I still have many questions, but I have a felling you're tired." The Hokage looked a bit put out, like a sad puppy. A really ugly sad puppy. It's a really odd look on an old man, trust me. 

"We have some time." I assured. 

"Yeah! All the time in the world." I'm not sure if Shisui actually knows he just made a pun, because he didn't turn back just so he could finger gun me, but he could be trying to be smooth. It's so hard to tell with him. 

The Uchiha plopped down on the ground in front of the Hokage's desk as though that were normal, and it only took me a few seconds to join him. It's not that I'm not in shape, I'm just really lazy. Multiple stake-outs have made me this way. The Hokage seemed to light up like a Christmas tree though, so I guess that's a plus. If you like making old men happy. That sounds wrong. Well, it wasn't that bad until I thought that. Who am I talking to anyway? It's not like I'm writing an autobiography.

"Well, first I must ask... are you a threat to my village?" The Hokage's face morphed into one of mild-seriousness. It's definitely a plausible question to ask, although he's a tad bit late in questioning us about it. That would have been a good thing to ask when we, you know, walked in. I answered politely anyway because I don't wanna get fucked up by the ANBU. Causing a rip in time is enough. I don't need a rip in my jugular too.

"No, sir. For years I have observed the past, present and future with a keen eye. I've had many chances to strike or give information to the enemy, but I haven't. However, this also means that I cannot tell you about the future of your village, nation or any of the other nations and hidden villages. If I were to disrupt the timeline," I shot a glare at Shisui, who grinned sheepishly. At least he's letting me do all the talking, "there would be pandemonium."

And everyone could possibly cease to exist, but I mean, what's the point in mentioning that small detail, am I right?

"I see, and I understand. But... you can speak of the past, can you not?" The Third asked hopefully. Shisui looked over at my curiously, and I could tell he was itching to say something. But he doesn't wanna get smacked. 

"I guess so, if it isn't too sensitive." I complied, shrugging. As long as it doesn't apply to any other nations it should be alright... maybe.

"What was the First Hokage like, and what time periods have you visited?" He questioned curiously, his brown eyes shining. Alright, those are innocent enough. 

"Hashirama was a good man! But he was pretty... childish. He'd cry when he got overly happy or excited. He also had neurosis." I snorted a little as I thought about it. 

"What, really?!" Shisui leaned towards me a little. I nodded. 

"That's... amazing." The Hokage gasped slightly, even though it's really not. 

"As for time periods... all of them. Although I've only seen one version of the future. Now that this has happened, it could change." I scratched the back of my neck.

"All of them?" The Hokage's eyes widened. I stared back blankly. Didn't he just hear me? Nevermind, maybe this is normal. I don't talk to many people. Sometimes I chat with Tobirama, who's the only really trustworthy person. But he's only trustworthy because he hates people, so it almost doesn't count.

"Seriously? That's a lot of time traveling." Shisui blinked owlishly. 

"Yes, seriously." I had to laugh at his scrunched up face. He looks like a constipated pug. But in all honesty, what else would I really be doing? Leading a normal life? As if. My job isn't to live with happiness and comfort. It's to live off instant ramen and count how many times Tobirama hits Hashirama over the head, and to record the number of deaths in wars.

"How does your time machine work?" The Hokage clearly wants to build a time machine. Not happening. Not on my watch.

"I honestly don't know. It's a machine, so it's gotta have something that makes it go. I was told it was magic." I said. Which is true. When I got it at the age of, what, seven? I think I was seven. Maybe five. Possibly four. It's really getting hard to tell, jumping from time period to time period and all.

"Magic? I mean, I guess it makes sense. How else would it talk?" Shisui scratched at his cheek. 

"It can talk?" The Hokage blinked. 

"Sometimes." I shrugged. It does seem really alive now that I think about it. But it only talks when we're in mortal peril... or when the slushie machine in the back is broken. Priorities.

"What kind of parts do you need?" The Third asked next. 

"The kind Tobirama was good at masking, only he's obviously dead." I sighed. "Do you know how to make them?" The Hokage asked. 

"Yeah, but I need a specific type of metal for it." I told him. He nodded. 

"I'll contact you about that later. For now, I think we should call Sasuke up here so he has time to adjust, and so there's time to get you settled." Hiruzen gave us a warm smile.

"I agree. We need to tell him our story before rumors spread. I'm sure there's at least one person who saw us, or who recognized us." I said. Shisui nodded in agreement. God, this is so stressful. I'm actively fucking up this entire ass dimension and its poor timeline.

"Of course! Who could forget all this?" He gestured to himself slyly. 

"I wish I could." I sighed with mock sadness, slouching. If only.

"Hey!" He swatted at me, but his laughter told me he wasn't angry. The Hokage chuckled at us when I swatted back. 

Third person pov

Kakashi held his arm out just as a bird, a falcon, dove from the sky towards him. It landed smoothly, and the Hatake immediately zeroed in on the rolled up piece of parchment tied securely to it's leg. This was one of the Hokage's personal birds, which meant this was probably urgent. He hadn't gotten a bird like this for a long time.

"Whoa, sensei! What's that for?" Naruto awed, eyeing the bird with excited curiosity. 

"This is one of the Hokage's messenger birds, Naruto." Kakashi informed as he unraveled the piece of paper. The bird flew off, which meant Kakashi wouldn't need to send a reply. Yet another bad sign. 

"What's it for?" Sakura questioned curiously as Kakashi read over it. His eyebrows raised. 

"Sasuke, you and I are to report to the Hokage's office immediately." The silver-haired man looked up. Sasuke only grunted in response.

"Ooo, you're in trouble!" Naruto cackled, pointing obnoxiously at his teammate. The Uchiha let out some sort of hiss, or maybe it was as snarl, his face twisting into a scowl.

"I'm sure that isn't the case, Naruto." Kakashi smiled a closed eye smile, patting the blonde on the head as he passed him. The blue-eyed boy huffed in response, although you could tell he'd enjoyed the minor display of affection. He never got familiar gestures like that as a kid unless they came from the Hokage. Positivity was a welcome change.  

"What about us, sensei?" Sakura frowned. Clearly, she was interested and wanted to come. She was interested in anything Sasuke related, really, so it wasn't much of a surprise.

"You two are dismissed for the day. We'll meet tomorrow at the same time, alright?" Kakashi smiled. Naruto lit up instantly. 

"Believe it!" He grinned. 

"Alright." Sakura nodded in agreement, glad she didn't have to run anymore laps. Kakashi turned towards Sasuke, who was patiently waiting.

"Shall we?" He questioned. Sasuke nodded.