Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto , or any anime/manga/franchise that I reference.

A/N:

Hey minna-san! It's Yum here! I decided to take a shot at writing my own little (maybe, I don't know) fanfic. I personally like Naruto the best out of all the anime I've watched (apart from the excessive amount of fillers), just because it was the first anime I ever did watch. Also, if you haven't noticed quite yet, Kakashi is – hands down, my favourite character.

Anyways – I wanted to make something a little original, and in my own writing style, so...here goes! Hope you like it, and, if you've any suggestions, feel free to comment with some "constructive criticism".

BTW: This series has nothing to do with our other series: "The Reason That We Are Here Is What Now?" - except for the obvious fact that they both have to do with Naruto.

I flung the hallway door open and felt a mild mid-February breeze in my face. I breathed in the fresh air.

How nice... And after a long Science test too...

I waved good-bye to my friends and yelled: "Mata ashita!"

"Stop speaking Japanese! We can't understand you, Laura!" Anni yelled back.

I laughed loudly and let the door shut itself. I gazed up at the oak trees that grew around our school.

I wish I could talk with them. They've seen so much and experienced so many events... But I can't talk with them here. I'll only get looked at really strangely and maybe even alienated... Maybe not that extreme...

I adjusted my backpack and did up my long red pea coat. I started walking.

Time to go home!

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After walking for about 30 minutes, I stopped at the bridge over the small lake, the one that always brimmed with duck-weed and algae, and was home to many ducks and the occasional blue heron – except during this time of year. I gazed at the magnificent view of the mountain before me. The late afternoon sun casted deep shadows upon the mountain, causing the colours to intensify and burn into my phone's memory. (AKA di-gi-tal pho-to-gra-phy)

I continued on my way. And as I did, when no one was around, I talked with the local plants. They told me about the people that day. Apparently 47 cyclists, 15 joggers and 8 walkers passed them by that day.

The number of people using the trail was increasing again, due to the soon-coming of spring, and correspondingly warmer, more outdoor recreationally appropriate weather that was improving day by day. Of course, I was the only consistent, year-round user of the trail. After all, nobody could give me a ride. I had no parents and no siblings, not even any living relatives.

I continued on my relaxed walk. I passed a couple grazing horses, who only lifted their eyes for a second from their gossiping among grinding away at discoloured grass stems. A couple docile dairy cows chewed their cuds at me. Lovely...

Out of nowhere, one of the observant snowberry bushes called out to me. It told me it had seen someone unusual wandering the trail, at about 4 o clock.

Unusual? I decided to check them out.

I walked a little ways again, and into the more forested area of the trail. There I saw a tall, thin man, who was walking slowly for a commuter of the trail. He wore a green scarf around the neck of his brown wool coat, and grey, unkempt hair forced its way from the inside of his brown trilby hat. He carried a small book, and also wore a Japanese face mask.

He's probably the "unusual" fellow the snowberry bush was talking about.

Then, I heard the sound of bicycle tires crunching along the gravel of the trail far behind me. I moved over, so they wouldn't need to ring their bell.

The cyclist got closer to me. I slowly got closer the "unusual" fellow.

I watched as the cyclist passed me. They then came up behind the man, who hadn't moved over at all.

He probably doesn't know the etiquette of the trail...

Soon the cyclist was right behind him and about to run him over – when I impulsively ran at him to get him out of the way. I felt his balance give out and I landed on top of him in the ditch. As if in slow motion, I saw his book get launched into the air and I quickly reacted by manoeuvring the plants to catch the book, so it wouldn't land in the mud, where we so happened to be.

I realized what I had done and backed off and apologized repeatedly. Then I remembered to check whether or not people were around. Luckily nobody was around for a mile – or at least I hoped so.

"Who might you be, may I ask?" said the man. His voice was deep and calm. At second glance I saw that all that I could see of his face seemed relatively young. He was maybe mid-twenties.

My expression was of shock, when I replied, shakily "Uhh... I'm Laura." For something inside of me suddenly felt awkward and shy, and my heart was suddenly beating quickly from nervousness.

The man put a hand on his head to adjust his hat and put out his other hand in front of me - as I was kneeling next to him – as if to say, "would you help me up?".

I took his hand hesitantly and he stood up to his full height. He squeezed my hand and said: "Nice to meet you, I'm Kakashi."

Kakashi?

A/N:

Ha what a great ending point. Sorry, but I gotta keep the suspense up in this because it might not be the most interesting storyline. I'm just getting started with it, so don't be too annoyed at the un-anime related first chapter. I kinda gotta develop the setting – at least that's what I feel like doing.

And, yes, it will get more romancy as time goes by, so be patient.

I hope this fanfic becomes a regular thing for me, but sorry if I am not able to post very frequently.

(It takes time to think, dammit!)

Matane!

-Yum

P.S. If you are needing some words to be translated, here you go:

Minna-san = everyone

Mata ashita = see you tomorrow (lit. Again tomorrow)

Matane = See you later/ See you again