Hello, readers, this isn't really an author's note. Not quite sure where this came from, but here it is all the same. Not really a KakaKure romance, just some weird…confrontation.
She was young and in all fairness so was he, 27, maybe 28. In the few years she has known him she never wondered about the silver-haired jounin. Never speculated why he didn't take a team until he actually did, never questioned why he hid his face until she was given the opportunity to see it. She was surprised he didn't notice her, the way she stumbled upon him.
It was one of those days where the heat seemed to stick, a heavy blanket of dryness that wrapped up anyone who had the nerve to venture out into the radiating sun. Even the kindest of people were reduced to squabbling messes in heat like this. That was one of the reason she took the opportunity the Hokage presented to her to leave the over-heated room. Recalling the reason now she made as if to step out from behind the tree she was hiding in, and call out to him, but something stopped her. Maybe it was the fact that she really didn't want to go out into the suns hot rays or maybe it was the fact that his hand traveled up to the knot on his forehead protector or maybe it was the author's desperation to get her to stay, but whatever the reason she did.
The knot came undone easily, slowly falling into his hand, as if teasing her, daring her to wait for the moment when his face was revealed. She was disappointed….apparently the knot was just for the forehead protector…not the mask.
He closed his eyes, exhaustion defining his features. When he opened them again his Sharingan eye was bright, a thin scar marring his pale flesh. She held her breath when his hand lingered on the mask at the bridge of his nose. Then, as if he suddenly changed his mind, he pulled off his vest and over shirt. Revealing the mid-length tight blue shirt, that connected with the mask.
She blinked in surprised…
That's when the guilt set in. What right did she have to pry into this mans life? He was obviously a private person (what an understatement). Nervously then, she put a fist to her mouth to clear her throat, but again she was stopped (this time not by a sick author's desperation) but the silver-haired jounin tensed, his Sharingan eye flaring, his hand resting on the kunai knife on his leg. Then, in one swift, fluent motion, the knife was unsheathed and embedded in the tree where Kurenai stood.
She poked her head out nervously not sure of the response she would get. She was almost relieved when she saw the shock in both of his eyes.
"Kakashi-kun, I was just about to call to you," she wasn't sure why she added the 'kun' it just seemed appropriate.
For a fleeting moment she saw suspicion, fear and anger fly across his face, but it was gone in an instant, "Kurenai, just about to take a deep, care to join?" hi winked suggestively with a teasing twinkle in his eyes (if felt so strange to refer to his eye as plural).
"Hardly," she countered smoothly as he redressed himself. She was disappointed when he pushed the forehead protector back over his eye, it was nice to see two eyes for a change, "Hokage-sama requests you and your team in his office immediately."
He straightened to his full height, his brief moment of vulnerability gone. He walked up to her and stopped. Placing a hand on the kunai blade, he wrenched it out, pieces of bark flying with it, "it's a good think I knew you were there," he laughed and twirling the blade on his finger walked away, whistling.
Leaving her stunned behind him.