Summary: What happens when Hinata one day decides to have fun? KakaHina happens.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.

Letters

Prologue

"Don't be satisfied with stories, how things have gone with others. Unfold your own myth."
― Rumi, Essential Rumi

It felt different. His calloused hands, much rougher than her crush's, were resting on her waist. She was embarrassed. She was Hyuuga Hinata. Of course she was embarrassed...

She peered up from under her eyelashes and watched his face, perfectly hidden under a thick black mask abandoning only his eye for public view. For a moment she wondered how he could even breathe.

He was attractive, that mask was sort of a turn on-she had to admit, ashamed of herself.

He was a sensei. Her crush's former sensei at that too and the Hyuuga being Hinata was not so comfortable with people she hadn't kept in contact with for a long time and as far as she could recall she had never properly spoken to sensei. Sure she had been on missions with him countless times but it wasn't like both of them were fond of much talking. It was something they had in common. Both of them took solace in silence. And that's where all their similarities ended. While he was a confident and a respectable Shinobi, she was a shy and self-deprecating Shinobi. There was just one other thing they had in common but with it entailed some more differences. Hinata, for all her shy nature, was an avid Icha-Icha series reader. Though she would never admit to that, of course, she's rather bury herself alive. Kakashi though, was totally opposite to her. No matter where or what situation he was in, he always had at least one volume of the orange books on hand. To cut it short, she couldn't talk to him about anything and this situation was getting rather awkward for her and maybe only for her.

Kakashi probably just didn't care.

She opened her mouth and closed it again. Her brows were furrowed and she had a grimace adorning her face. She didn't want to remain here, had disliked the idea since the very starting. It was the month of September, with the sun breathing fire on all their necks. As if the heat wasn't enough to bear, they all had to attend a wedding in the afternoon of all times. At least they were inside a hall and not outside in the sun.

But that wasn't the reason for the faint grimace on her face. Today, the most anticipated event of the year is held, the wedding of one Uzumaki Naruto with Haruno Sakura. It was no wonder that the girl in his arms was uncomfortable- after all, his student had been her object of affection for so long.

For a moment, he wondered if he should comfort her but discarded that thought as soon as it graced his mind. Comfort was something she probably didn't want to receive, not from him at least. Knowing her –at least what he had deduced about her from their previous encounters –no matter her looks, she was a prideful woman and showing pity to her now would probably break her down. He admired her for her courage and strength. She had been a great asset to the village in her own way. She had always been able to trigger Naruto's strength in the trickiest of situations. Everyone had expected Naruto to fall in love with her after her confession. To say the least, the villagers were surprised when the wedding was announced through the morning paper. The lucky girl who would be tied to the infamous Uzumaki Naruto had been the most talented medic ninja of the village marked as an equal by none other than Tsunade-sama, the fifth Hokage. The villagers were disappointed yet they did not lessen their celebrations. They did feel compassion for the heiress but didn't know what they could do to help so they feigned ignorance as there wasn't any other alternative. Kakashi was doing the same but taking it to a whole different level. He didn't meet her gaze but instead chose to look straight ahead past her head. He held her as though he was just holding a log of wood.

She obviously didn't deserve it but Kakashi didn't know what to do. And he didn't care enough for her to try to make her much comfortable. He just couldn't understand the heiress, how was he supposed to care for her?

"A-ano… I think… w-we should r-rest a b-bit. Ne, Kakashi-sensei?" she smiled ever so slightly which still looked like a grimace. He nodded and smiled at her before turning and leaving her to lean against a far wall with his book covering his face.

Hinata sighed and walked the path he took but instead of standing next to him she exited to the balcony next to the wall he was leaning against.

The view from there was pristine. You could see a small pond and a garden full of all sorts of herbs. It was remarkable how Naruto had found this place in Konoha, all for Sakura's sake too.

She suppressed the jealousy bubbling in her and leaned against the railing. She wished she could read the book the way Kakashi was right now. She was bored and most of all upset. She needed a distraction. No one would come to the balcony and see what she was up to; they'll probably avoid this part of the hall for fear of approaching her. So even as she blushed furiously while reading –which she usually did –no one would really notice her.

She sighed and looked down at her form fitting Chinese costume after tugging the jacket-shaul aside. Thankfully she had found this piece of cloth to cover herself with. It hid her well from any unwarranted attention she might attract. It was really good looking but showed off too much for her taste. The dress had been picked by Ino for Hinata had not been in the mood for shopping. Ino had been considerate and bought one for her instead. She couldn't just say no to the dress after all the trouble Ino went through, not to mention it was tailored and arrived at the last moment.

Now, don't get her wrong, she did have many pretty dresses but all of those were kimono and didn't fit the theme of the party. Sakura's mother had requested a much more western style wedding, she was quite bored of the kimonos.

Deciding not to dwell more on the wedding, she tried to find some distractions. How would she get a book? There was no library in reach and only one book around which too was owned by none other than Hatake Kakashi. She could easily use her Byakugan but somehow didn't feel up to it. That would be easy and she needed to do something physically. She would have preferred to run or hike up a mountain but she couldn't very well do that right now...

She wondered if he would give her the book if she asked.

Probably not... he would be too shocked out of his mind. I wonder if he would faint if I asked... now that would be fun to see.

She giggled.

She couldn't do that. She will just have to take it from him without him finding out.

Now that would be... a nice mission...

How was she to acquire it? More importantly, did she have the guts to acquire it? Was she willing to borrow the book inconspicuously? Well, if she did do something mischievous once in a while, it was alright, right? No one would notice right? She was no more the Hyuuga heiress –not officially yet –so there should be no problem… right?

She chewed on her lip. It was getting too hot at the balcony; she wanted to go back inside, if only to cool down.

She didn't want to take off her cloak for fear someone might see her. Suddenly, an idea formed in her mind.

What if she did discard the cloak and asked Kakashi for a dance? If he was distracted -she blushed -she could somehow acquire the book, right? No, that won't work. The former sensei would probably become suspicious at once, not to mention she would have nowhere to hide the book in her dress. Not that she was going to discard her cloak for a book either. She wasn't that big a fan of it. She wasn't addicted. She just loved to read for they gave her comfort, and alright, she'll admit she was a bit of a pervert.

She loved reading fiction for it made her forget her own unfortunate living and instead put forth the living of the main character in her mind.

She wondered if that was the case with Kakashi too. She knew of his past. Most did, now, at least those who had been on the frontlines of the battle. It was the most probable reason why he kept reading the same books again and again. The Icha-Icha books kept your mind off of other things yet at the same time you could always stay on alert. And alertness was something most priced in a ninja.

If I continue wondering about random things here, I might never get my hands on his book. I should probably just…no! I will not give up! It... it is a mission. A very hard mission and I have to do my best. I can always say I was just working on stealth and Kakashi was the hardest to get through especially when it came to his precious book so I just used the opportunity to hone my skills. They'll actually believe me. She thought with a small sad smile. She was nervous just thinking about it and her stomach did many jolts but she had made up her mind. She wasn't going to wallow in grief. Not now. No more. She wasn't going to take a complete one eighty degree turn, of course not, she couldn't do that, but she was going to change some things for better. For instance, she should stop fearing everyone. She was a ninja. She should try and be more like Naruto. No, before that she should learn to be free. Trying to be like Naruto will only make her upset and she will never be free. This might probably be the first step, doing what she wants to do.

She wasn't going to be a thief. She reassured herself. She would just borrow the book, read it and inconspicuously return it back.

She smiled as another plan emerged in her brain. She would have to speak with Naruto for a bit. It was half-baked and definitely not most brilliant of plans but she needed to work fast.

She grinned, her cheeks tinted in adrenaline as she turned and walked back inside the hall with a nervous energy flowing through her. She hoped she'll make it.

She revised the plan in her mind a few times before she went to knock on Naruto's dressing room hesitantly but with a determined sheen in her eyes.

Just for today, she will do everything she wants and enjoy.

Soo... what do you think? Should I continue? I would do with some advice. I hope there were no OOCs...

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