More than she was a kunoichi, a good one, a medic, the best just after Tsunade in Konoha, 17 years old and beautiful, she still was a girl. Just a girl.

She couldn't do the impossible, she wasn't super hyper-smart, and let's face it, being a genius in brains is overrated. Easily outdone by charm and a warm smile.

So, despite being everything a simple girl could want to be, she was still held back by that small 'girl' which made her human.

Humans are not a very exiting topic; their behaviour and species are near to boring. They are not smart, not beautiful, not mysterious in any way, even though they like to believe so themselves (making up tales about magic and hidden treasures, which, to end the discussion, were not even buried by humans). They have only about 6 800 languages on their Earth, while animals have a billion more. I guess technically that could be why there are so many obsessed with animals, so much better than this despicable race.

But at least it isn't quite un-useful; it is somewhat of a useful excuse, being human. It is perhaps also for this reason that there have been at least written 3 songs about being alone, poor and human.

Right, that was what I was searching for… a catchword.

Humans are mostly not over the height of a mere 1.90 metres, their heads are only about 1.60 metres from the ground. No, we are not giants. We can't see each other from a distance of 14 kilometres, and we can't walk around the world in only 100 steps. That is maybe why not everyone will find their soulmate: we can't see each other through the crowd, and we wont find the one person we search for in a lifetime. Unless we're incredibly lucky.

I will let you continue the story now.

Her eyelids were still heavy with sleep when she opened them. Mostly she woke up quickly and got up from her bed with a spark, but today her bed seemed warmer than ever. And she was only human.

She had always had bad blood-circulation, and her hands and feet were often cold. She needed about three-four blankets to keep the little warmth her body gave to herself over the night. And she was only human.

Also she seemed to have a bit of a headache. And she was only human.

She stretched her arms up against the window just above her bed in a small yawn. She was never going to drink again. She swore. But she was only human.

She couldn't handle even a tiny glass of alcohol, they always joked about wanting to try giving her sip for sip to see how long it took until she fell from her chair. At least finally they realized it wasn't very funny very long. The game usually just lasted a few minutes, answering to about five sips.

Of course she didn't really pass out when she fell from the chair, she just had a few complications with her very bad balance, at that point. Not to mention the fact that she got a bit clingy around other people when she was drunk, especially someone like Shikamaru. Who would sit in a corner hoping not to be seen until she fell her way over there because he was the only one she could hold onto, so she didn't fall, who didn't have the energy to push her away.

She felt really sorry for him sometimes when she began talking about how previous boyfriends had broken her heart with her arms wrapped around his stomach, babbling away in some self-centred blast that would make any other man want to throw up.

Shikamaru just didn't seem to mind. Even in she began crying on him. He really was a great friend when you needed him. She furrowed her brow a second in a thought she hadn't really known could be thought. This was how it looked: or else he was just a very bad and uncaring one.

She just lay there with her eyes closed and her lips formed in a small smile, just letting her body flood over in the warmth of the blankets.

Yeah, now she just needed a big warm mug of coffee, and a bit less of a headache.

She turned around, still swimming in the warm bliss of comfort, and wrapped her arms casually around the soft thing.

It took her another second to realize what exactly the soft thing was, and exactly at that time it also moved. She kept her eyes closed hard, furiously trying to remember who in all hell it could be. She didn't remember any man and she really doubted she had gone home with any woman since last time at the pub she had proclaimed loudly, on a table, that she was totally straight, and if anyone had forgotten that she hoped they were already on the list to get a donated brain.

That had been freakin' embarrassing.

Also because, by a weird coincidence, obviously caused by a telling-around-it-to-everyone-aunt Ino, half the jonins AND Tsunade knew it the morning after.

Mentally she slapped herself because she had begun thinking about something else. She should really stop drinking, a hangover just didn't suit her.

Obviously there was no clue whatsoever in her brain of meeting a guy, other than possibly Shikamaru. She really hoped it wasn't Shikamaru, partly because she could not, however much she tried, picture him having sex. And she should really stop clinging on him like that, people would start see it the wrong way.

Whoever it was moved again, and she pressed her eyelids harder together as if it could help by trying not to wake him. At least her hangover let her assume it was a 'him' now.

Then he wrapped an arm around her, making her sigh at the beautiful warmth, but also feel awfully scared.

Okay, she had gone to the pub with Ino right? What then? She had gone to get herself a drink and then… She went back… To Ino. No guy. Wait, there was something…

The arm wrapped a little tighter around her waist and she could also feel a warm breath against her chin, and some hair tickling her nose.

It had to be someone with long hair. She was still desperately hoping it was not a girl.

Then Ino had said something about someone… no that wasn't important, she did that all the time… and then Sakura had spotted someone in the corner of her eye… Shikamaru. She really was desperately hoping it wasn't Shikamaru.

But he had run hadn't he? He had gotten his lazy lame stupid fucking ass up to run from her. Even if he was too fucking lazy to do anything else he still had the energy to run away from HER. He didn't know people didn't do that. For an obvious reason. But still, he didn't really care she assumed, he was still Shikamaru.

That was what had happened, right?

She was going to punish him for that still though. It was probably his fault she was in this situation now.

Having nothing else to go by she slowly opened one eye to peek. She quickly closed it again. Whoever it was, he was close. She slowly opened it again, finding herself looking into a unique handsome face.

She just didn't know him.

_~*~_

Her eyes kept going over the face again and again, trying to find some spot on it she could recognize. She just couldn't believe she had gone home with a complete stranger.

It wasn't like her in any way, she didn't do that, she was the girl who held on to Shikamaru the whole night so she wasn't forced to meet boys. Of course, she didn't know that was why, but it was.

Making some weird noise that existed somewhere in between a growl and a very strange sigh the man cracked one eye open.

He thoughts froze when she saw it, then they began circulating around just the one thing: it was red.

She couldn't believe she hadn't noticed the scar, she obviously had a worse hangover than she had realized. It was scary; she was staring right into the pretty, un-masked face of Kakashi-sensei.

_~*~_

As fast as it was humanly possible she stumbled backwards out of the bed, trying to remember how to balance on two feet. She backed, and mostly fell, backwards until she was pressed against the wall, staring incredibly at the man on the bed. Her tongue seemed to make a three-double backward-somersault before she could fill the gaping mouth with words that rather fell over each other like a pretty little harmonica.

"Shit fucking bloody hell! Freakin mother of holy God!" she exclaimed.

Had they had sex? Of course they had, he had been lying beside her for God's sake!

She felt like she had had sex. She couldn't do anything but stare at the man, not even noticing her headache.

"Shit—You, what are you—fuck—WHAT are you doing here?" she asked, holding her hands calmingly, also because of a certain hangover, on each side of the face.

Suddenly she understood that he wasn't actually looking at her. Well, yes of course he was looking at her, but he wasn't awake, she was sure it was something all sharingan carriers did when they heard a suspicious sound. It was just to assure there was no danger present, but the signal didn't go into the brain like it did normally. More like a reflex.

"Holy God—" she sighed.

What was she going to do??

She slowly, trying to be as quiet as possible on the creaking floor, began to walk towards what she knew was the door even though it looked more like something snake-formed.

She changed her mind, turned around and more or less threw herself down on the floor, with her eagle-eyes up to search for condoms under the bed.

She didn't know if it was good or bad that there weren't any. At least it didn't make her any wiser.

She stood up again, but slowly, cursing herself in whispers for drinking. She slowly got up, continuing her quest towards the door. She sighed with relief when she could finally close it behind her.

Why hadn't Shikamaru helped her? It mostly was Ino's fault though, after all she had forced her to go out, and to wear her red dress. She gasped and ripped it into her grasp when she saw it neatly lying over a chair.

"Oh my God, oh my God!" She stared in something that looked rather like defeat at the floor. "What the hell is this?" Had he taken that off her?

She sat down and stared out in space, wondering quietly what the hell she was supposed to do, when it suddenly came incredibly clearly into her mind. Without one more second's thought she wrapped her thick long coat around her pink-pyjamas (with hearts) covered body, drew on her red wellies and ran however fast it was humanly possibly out into the pouring rain. Only thinking about getting as far away from the apartment as she could.

_~*~_

Even if you are so incredibly into-hell lucky and actually find the right one, the right jam to your porridge, the balance to your temperament, the sun in your fantasy garden, the final piece to the puzzle, the knight on the annoyingly white horse, the one and only you are looking for, you still wont know it really is the one you're looking for.

After all it isn't all about being tall.

A little pink haired kunoichi was running her legs off her through the rain, slipping on each third step, the first tears already stinging in her perfectly green eyes. She had never been so confused and scared and stupid and hopeful that it all was just a dream.

Then again, she was only human.