Slut. Whore. Tart.
I served them, I protected them, I fought for them and this is what I get in return. Cornered, abused and degraded, all because I had apparently tried to break up Konohas perfect couple and steal the ever-youthful copy ninja for myself.
A load of bullshit in my opinion…. but every rumour has its origins…
My name is Kaho Tanako, my life revolves around ninja training and one Casanova I had fallen deeply in love with. Unfortunately only a very few get a fairy-tale ending. And mine was stolen from my hands, by a girl 10 years my junior.
The first time I truly took notice of him, was the day he dragged me away from the crowd and into the shelter of the unevenly tiled apartment roofs of the jounin apartments. Our relationship couldn't be defined as friendship, as our meetings only occurred as a result of our escapes from Konohas green beast. He was something of a spectacle in the quaint city of Konoha, people looked up to him as a legend in making, the prodigy son, student of the un-paralleled yellow flash, which filled me with insignificance, a sense of fear that I would not be worth his time. My insecurities led to me running away every-time I caught glimpse of a silver mop of hair through the crowds, quickly trying to pre-occupy myself with meaningless activities to diminish the waves of self-inflicted nausea that coursed through my body. I was a pathetic excuse for a chuunin.
But all this didn't stop me from falling unconditionally in love with him, which came as a shock to myself when I realised. I hid myself in my apartment for days on end trying to force my body to reject this foreign feeling, as a ninja everyone was instructed to remove the worthless emotions from the mind and focus on serving the Hokage and the village. But it was too late, by this point I had fallen too far into this mess, that the only way out is to find a new source for my affection… someone who everyone would consider to be of my standards.
However there came a point in my life when I realised I had gone wrong, this came exactly at the same time, the object of my affection, Kakashi Hatake, the sensei for team 7 had lost all his students to the individual sennins. He was situated at the bar, which what seemed like a bottle of warm sake, and the devoted attention of his omnipresent orange book. His gaze stuck solely on one point on the page, he was too pre-occupied with other issues to be focusing on the contents of Jiraiya-sama's latest exclusive novel. I wanted to be there for him that night, to be the one whispering soothing words into his ears and doing unimaginable things to distract his mind from the separation of his team. I blushed. Either at the thought of being intimate with the man I had so adoringly watched from a distance for a very long time or the combination of alcohol I had consumed to get me over my recent heartbreak.
Well whatever it was gave me the courage to go over to him that night, and help start me on the path to eventually make him fall in love with me. Or at least that's what I was thinking…