A/N This is my new series of drabbles of my OC Natsume and Kakashi. The Fic is called 'The Language of Flowers' because every drabble is based on the meaning of a flower. This chapter is circled around their first meeting. Now, even though a lavender rose can represent love at first sight, I intend to go by 'enchanted at first meeting'. She is a child when she first meets him so she couldn't be able to interpret it as love, so this suits better to think that she feels that Kakashi is 'unique' and 'enchanting' when she first meets him. If this story developes well enough, I'll consider writing a Fic that follows through canon with full chapters! R&R :)

The Language of Flowers

Chapter One : Lavender Rose

"I present to you an extremely well - deserved honor. Natsume Wakahisa, starting from today on you are an official Jonin of Konohagakure."

Claps and congratulatories were heard. She couldn't understand why. Why is everyone so happy? It's not like they had been promoted or anything, it wasn't they who were being praised. So why? Why did they seem so happy for her own achievements? Of course, she never asked this out loud.

"Thank you, Hokage - sama," she replied quietly. She didn't feel thankful for anything, not one bit, if she was quite honest. What's a Jonin anyways? Just a title, a title that makes her superior to the other kids her age who were just barely finishing up their time at the Ninja Academy. A title that presents her with more respect from older ninja who aren't one. That doesn't matter to her. It's just a title, but she bowed anyways.

Whispers of acknowledgment traveled around the room, the hot topic being her.

"She's so young and already a Jonin! Can you believe it?"

"I know right. I just wish that my children had even a tenth of her power."

She felt her eyebrow twitch as she tried to keep her face indifferent. Stop fussing about me! She thought irately. She began walking past the group of Chunin and Jonin alike to escape the talk, the voices, the admiration, everything. This was stupid and so were they.

"If my children had aquired a Jonin position when they were her age, we'de have a feast with the whole family!"

"Speaking of which, where are her family?"

Breathing suddenly became extremly hard as her eyes shut at the inevitable question. Of course they'd ask about family, what parent or guardian wouldn't attend such an event? Her eyes squeezed even tighter together as the room suddenly felt so small, the voices, the memories, all of that combined into panic. She was going to pass out -

"Breathe."

Her eyes snapped open when she heard that voice, foriegn to her but had the intent of comfort. Slowly, she shifted her gaze to the figure who spoke the words that snapped her out of her near breakdown. In front of her stood a tall and young man (well, young from what she could tell considering only a third of his face hadn't been covered by a mask). His down turned - dark eyes slanted, indicating a smile, softened as he looked at her.

"Are you alright?" his smooth voice let out a tone of concern towards the girl in question. She wanted to ask why he seemed so concerned. Wanted to ask that since she had no relation to him - that she could recall - why he looked at her protectively? Is it because she is a child? That would seem like the most logical case, but the way the man in front of her held himself, she could make out that he is at least in his early twenties, late teens? Genuine worry had been evident in his voice, but why? She was still grateful he managed to break her out of her trance.

Again, she didn't say this out loud.

"Yes, I'm fine," she responded timidly as she looked down and fiddled with sleeve of her shirt. A bad habit of hers when she was uncomfortable. "Thank you, for eh, that. It helped, what you did helped." She expected him to continue and start a conversation, but he broke her expectations.

"Well, see ya," he dismissed in a lazy fashion as he headed past her towards the Hokage. Her eyes progressively widened as she turned back and watched him, confused. Before she knewmwhat she was doing, she acted completely out of character.

"Wait!" she found herself grab the end of his flack jacket, yelling, catching the attention of everyone in the room while she's at it. Nearly every eye in the room bulged out of their sockets, especially the unknown mans single eye. She had been so timid and soundless, she completely broke character. Realizing the attention that surrounded her, her cheeks flushed a rosy color out of embarassment. Her grip on his jacket did not waver, however, as she looked him shyly in his eyes before asking: "What is your name?"

After a few seconds of pregnant silence, he laughed an airy laugh (adding further to her humility) and answered her question.

"Hatake Kakashi."