AN: My fan fiction for Iruka's birthday. Based on the song Love Story by Taylor Swift, but I'm not using the lyrics. You either know it or you don't. It's not really a song-fic kind of story, just a story base on a song. Umm… yeah, I think that's about it, for now. So, enjoy. ^_^
Disclaimer: The Naruto franchise is NOT MINE! What part of that don't you people understand? Iruka and Kakashi aren't mine, but I do have a Kakashi poster. ^_^
Warning: This story contains yaoi, so if you don't like that kind of stuff, I don't know why you clicked this. This is your last warning. Turn back now. I don't want complaints later. -_-
That Day (long, long ago)
The first time Iruka saw Kakashi, the silver-haired boy was being fussed over by a group of women. Nannies, maybe? He himself was brought along shopping by his mother. He heard her say, "That poor, poor boy" in a sorrowful tone when she noticed him staring. She led him into the next shop, but before they entered, the older boy turned and steely blue eyes met warm brown.
It was a few months later that Iruka figured out why his mother said that. He found out that the boy, Kakashi, was the son of one of the most important people in the country, Hatake Sakumo, who was killed, leaving Kakashi alone in the world.
The first time Iruka and Kakashi actually met was at an enormous gathering held a few years later that the now-19-year-old Kakashi was hosting. The boy had changed. He was tall and slim, but he wasn't skin and bones, he had a nice build. His silver hair drooped down*, covering his left eye where the end of a scar could be seen under the hair.
The crowd gathered around where Kakashi was making his speech. When he was done, the music started and the dancing soon followed. Iruka was leaning against a wall when he saw Kakashi coming his way. He straightened up when they were face to face.
"Yo." Kakashi said nonchalantly. A lazy smile graced his lips.
"H-hi."
An II: Ok, it was short, but this is just the first part. Any way, the little star where I was describing Kakashi's hair, check out chapter 425, page 2 for an idea or something along the chapters before those. (I hate those chapters…) anyway, it's sad when your author's notes are longer than your story.