A/N: So I've always supported KakaRin, even though I knew they would face the same tragic fate as many other "star-crossed lovers." This little set of drabbles was inspired by a lovely illustration on deviantART called "KakaRin: All that I have" by kai-isolated (I'd post a link but ff doesn't like urls). Anyway, I hope you enjoy!
For as long as she could remember, she had loved him. She loved him since the first time she met him.
She was five years old. It was the second month of school and they had already begun working on basic weapon handling. Like the majority of her classmates, she struggled to hold the shuriken correctly in order to throw with maximum accuracy and inflict maximum damage.
But one boy managed to hit their tree trunk targets every time. His name was Hatake Kakashi.
His accuracy didn't go unnoticed. "Hatake-kun!" barked the teacher. "Help this girl here." The teacher patted her head as Kakashi turned around to stare at her. After a moment, he shrugged and beckoned her closer.
"Show me how you hold it," Kakashi said, handing her a shuriken. She fumbled to get a grip on the sharp little blade and held out her hand, but he shook his head. "You have to hold it like this." Grabbing her fingers, he shifted her grip so she was holding one of the points between her thumb and forefinger. She blushed.
"Then just raise it over your head and throw it, like this." Plucking a shuriken sprinkling the grass around his feet, he lifted his arm and stretched it back before swinging it forward, releasing the weapon so it collided with the tree trunk. "Get it?"
Nodding, she mimicked his actions and released the shuriken when she brought her arm forward. It connected solidly in the trunk, one point buried deep in the bark.
Kakashi smiled and she felt her heart begin to race. "Just like that," he said brightly. That was the extent of their conversation because the teacher shouted at him to help someone else and at her to practice.
It didn't matter. His kindness had won her over. She loved him already.