Okay. My OC today is Sylvia Porter. I made her up so Kakashi could have a love life. BTW, his hair should totally be brown.
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The White Ninja
We lay together in the cherry tree, playing with the fragrant pink blossoms. Spring always makes me unhappy because that's when my family was murdered. Kakashi noticed how inattentive I was.
"What's bothering you, Sylvia?"
"Huh? Oh, nothing…"
"It's not 'nothing.' You can talk to me, you know."
"Yeah… A few years back, right around this time, my parents and I visited Japan for the first time. They owned a shipping company, but some of the Japanese thought that the taxes my parents imposed were unfair. One night, three ninjas burst into the room we were staying in. The one in navy killed my father; the one in red murdered my mother.
"The white ninja captured me and used me as ransom to get the company to lower its taxes. He beat and abused me terribly, and called me all kinds of things. By the time I was released, I was thin as a twig and much the worse for wear.
"Kakashi?"
He'd disappeared.
I found him skipping stones in the river. His throws were wild and ragged, as if he was blind to the world around him.
"Kakashi? Are you okay?"
"Mm-hm." I bent down next to him a picked up a flat stone.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing." His voice was hard and edgy.
"I told you my story, so tell me yours."
"I remember that night as well as you do."
"What do you mean?"
"I was the white ninja."
"No…" He stopped throwing rocks and turned to face me on bended knee.
"Please forgive me."
"All you have to do is ask." I picked him up and hugged him. He removed my arms from around him and put his lips to mine instead.
We lay together in the cherry tree, playing with the fragrant pink blossoms. My cheek rested against Kakashi's firm, broad chest. One of his hands scratched behind my neck; the other relaxed on the skin over my navel. All too soon, the Hokage called Kakashi's name from the village. Before he left, he said, "Thank you."
I miss the white ninja.