PAIRING: KakashixOC/KakashixSasuke
FULL Summary: I was resistant to taking on a whole new team at first. It had been ten years, could you really blame me? Yet, when I saw those painful eyes, I knew I had a purpose in this. I had been assigned to watch over Akira for a reason. A reason that would soon develop into a passion I never thought would bloom. After hearing of my favourite students death (slaughtered mercilessly by Konoha shinobi, nonetheless), there seemed to be nothing left to live for... This boy brought a new passion to my life. A reason to live. A reason to exist. Yet, the lies the death report had fed me that day nearly killed me. How was it possible to feel worse than that? I never knew you weren't dead...I never would have taken this boy in if I had known you were alive... Yet, I've grown so attached.. Sasuke...please... forgive me.
BASICALLY, a complicated love triangle.
I know everyone can't stand OC's. I can't either. But I'm posting this anyways simply because I can. Don't hate me just because I decided to write something substantial with OC's. Please&thanks.
Don't like, don't read.
-Atari
Kakashi's POV
When I walked into Iruka's classroom, I had no idea what to expect. It had been so long since I had entered this room. I had resigned from being a team leader nearly ten years ago now. Forced into a turmoil of depression when informed of Sasuke's death, I had secluded myself from the world... But when Tsunade had requested I take on three new genin, I merely sighed and shrugged. I knew even if I had said no, she would have ordered me to anyways. Not much unlike Shikamaru, I remained apathetic and avoided conflict. Though, today, the idea was seeming to excite me when I saw the varied faces of the young 13-year-old's I'd have on my team.
"…and after I call your name from the list and assign you to a designated area to meet your sensei, please exit the classroom and proceed to the area of which I...designated?" Iruka sounded, squinting at the paper below him under his reading glasses. Years of attempting to read in the dark had finally caught up with him. After clearing his throat, he tucked the paper into his pocket, putting away his speech. Looking up to the eager faces of the many students in the classroom, Iruka smiled widely. "I'm so proud of you guys." He whispered, not daring to let his voice break by speaking any louder. "I know you'll all do well."
I couldn't help but smirk at that. The poor man always teared-up as every occasion ended. And it always made me want to take him in my arms and hug him. I almost accidentally let a small chuckle pass my lips, but refrained, satisfying myself by widening my smirk.
I watched with the other jounin as Iruka trudged to the podium, drawing a paper from one of the lower compartments and adjusting his reading glasses as he straightened himself. "I will call you by last name comma first. Alright, Team 1…"
I guess I kind of zoned as Iruka dictated the teams. Name after name was called, reactions slipping from euphoric to angry to depressed. It wasn't until my beloved dolphin serenaded my team number that his voice even registered as more than a sweet lull in my mind.
"…and on team 7..."
Team 7... Naruto, Sakura,… and Sasuke. With a sigh, I shook my head and attempted to regain focus, fixating my one uncovered eye on the remaining bewildered academy students.
"Hasegawa, Reiji."
A rather surprised look shot up from two bright fuchsia coloured eyes. With an eager and slightly vixen-like smile towards Iruka, a female in the front of the room got to her feet, slight blush across her face as her friends giggled around her. Her bright snow-white hair was tied up in high pig tails on either side of her head, adorned with fluffy pink puff-balls dangling from each hair tie. Though she was slender and had a foxy look to her, I could tell she was tough from her demeanor. She was the type that defined "don't judge a book by it's cover". Her two glowing cat-like eyes warned a danger to those around her and set herself above the others, as though saying "I am alpha."
I felt a subtle tingling sensation at my fingertips. Her personality was unreadable as of yet. Interesting, indeed.
"Shibuya, Nowaki."
Before my mind even registered the name, a loud shout was heard from behind the white-haired girl.
"YES!" A voice screamed as a boy with messy fiery red fluffy hair thrust a fist into the air. His emerald green eyes sparkled with adrenalin, fanged teeth gleaming a bright white with a wide smile. I watched as the girl dubbed Reiji turned around laughing as she high-fived the boy behind her.
"Epic!" She chimed, voice sharp and ringing like crystal. "I can't believe we're gonna be on the same damn team!"
"I know!" The Irish-looking boy laughed loudly.
Iruka cleared his throat from the front of the room, quieting the two.
"Kawayama, Akira."
The two formerly cheering buddies in the front stiffened noticeably. Slowly, they turned to look across to the back corner of the room. I followed their gaze.
One gleaming electric purple eye gazed down at Iruka blankly, then slowly moved to look at Nowaki and Reiji. The boy in the back of the room stood, a discrete air of tainted innocence about him. His hair fell to his shoulders in the front, a deep, ebony black in colour with a distinct blue hue to it. His bangs shortened just barely above the one visible eye and completely concealed the other within it's realms. I began to wonder why. It wasn't till he nearly got to the front of the room that I noticed it was tied into a short, smooth ponytail in the back. Unlike Nowaki's hair, this boy's hair was pin-straight, making it almost irresistible to want to touch.
I heard several girls whisper and squeal to one another as he passed them. Ah, the Sasuke phenomenon.
An air of nostalgia passed me as I compared these three to my last team.
Nowaki compared best to Naruto, I suppose. He was somewhat more like the mature Naruto I knew now than the one whom I had known as a kid. A prankster, class clown… yet, knows when to be serious and where to draw the line. A happy-go-lucky sort of kid, always looking on the bright side. Possibly even fair to say an optimist. And, possibly, a hazard...
Reiji, obviously, to Sakura. Though, there wasn't much to compare between these two, similarity-wise, except the cat-like formation of their eyes. Yet I could judge nearly nothing of this girl as of yet. She was simply too intricate.
And this boy now, Akira, to Sasuke. As I gazed on this boy, taking his appearance in a little longer, I noticed he was smaller than Sasuke. I blinked in surprise as I caught a glimpse of golden-yellow beneath the other side of his hair. Two different coloured eyes. So, that was why... I didn't let my mind stray too far on that. I figured I'd find out soon enough. Yet, even moreso than that, the thing that caught me wasn't the bandages cluttering his porcelain white skin that made him look almost dead in contrast to his dark, ebony hair or the two deep vertical scar marks drawn over his visible eye, but the hollow vacancy that lay beyond his puppy-like eyes; the almost fearful and paranoid way in which he walked, as though afraid someone would jump out and hit him; the innocence that had once so obviously been there that had been shattered too abruptly for a human to handle.
This boy was not like Sasuke at all.
As I pursed my lips, I realized how strong and apathetic Sasuke always had been in his youth. This boy looked as though he put up a front similar to that of Sasuke, holding back the frightened, submissive person that he really was.
Yet, it seemed as though I was the only one the entire room that even took notice.
"…may I ask why Kawayama and I are on the same team?" Nowaki huffed. Iruka looked surprised.
"Well, as I said at the beginning, we place you in teams by class rank… it's to help increase your teamwork ability and assist you in learning new things and getting better at what you're failing." My dolphin looked slightly piqued as he flipped through sheets of paper. "And you, Nowaki, have the lowest class average. Akira, however, has the highest-"
I could tell not another word registered in Nowaki's mind. Selective hearing. The boy rolled his eyes, looked to Reiji, then to Akira, then to Reiji again, then back to Akira. To my surprise, a smile appeared on the boy's face.
"Told you we'd be on the same team, Akira!" Nowaki hollered, hopping over the tables to get to the front. Reiji followed in his wake. Akira looked back, his small cherry-tainted lips closed and unreadable as that hurt purple orb gazed out towards the other. Nowaki smiled broadly, forcibly grabbing Akira's arm and running towards the door, dragging the poor child along with him.
Once again, I suppose I was the only one who noticed Akira flinch at the feeling of touch.
I desired to reach out and pull them back; take Akira in my arms! Pet him, love him. Tell him it was okay and I wouldn't allow anyone to hurt him further.
I didn't move from my position till they had closed the door behind them, wedging them inevitably out of my sight. Absentmindedly, I found myself placing a hand to my chest. Never in my life had a felt such a fast heartbeat.
Iruka droned on with Team 8.
A/N: I'm a big fan of KakaSasu if you couldn't tell (cough favourite pairing cough) and Kakashi is my favourite character in the whole series, so meh. I always imagine what would happen if Kakashi got another team, so this is the product. I don't plan on writing many A/N's if any at all after this little itty bitty chapter hence why this is uber long. So…yeah. All characters other than Akira, Nowaki, and Reiji © Masashi Kishimoto. BEHIND THE NAMES (slightly similar to a disclaimer): I love the name Akira for a guy, so… yeah. It took me forever to think of a last name since I kept thinking of Akira Kogame from Lucky Star. Lol. Nowaki, I heard off Junjou Romantica first (Junjou Egoist couple! HiroxNowaki=love). It apparently means typhoon. Reiji, I heard from Gravitation a long while back. I heart Rage (Reiji's nickname) and that name. Not to mention I'm not good with female names. Lol. So there you have it.
I haven't written anything in almost a full year now due to this infinite turmoil of writers block I'm experiencing due to issues. Forgive me, my fans (who have probably abandoned me by now). Maybe someday I can update something. For now, I'll be working on this since it's the only thing I'm able to write at this moment in time.
Much love and apologies,
Atari
