Sorry for not posting in what, six months? No excuses. So heres a chapter, and I'm working on the next one right now. I think I finally worked out where I'm taking this story's plot.
Kakashi Hatake had been born without a script.
He pretended not to care but was slightly disappointed. Everyone at the academy had one. They flaunted it, trying to find their soulmate as soon as they could. Luckily Kakashi could get away with hiding the fact that he was lacking because people were used to him hiding things. But that didn't mean he didn't get teased because of it.
He couldn't tell Rin because she was infatuated with him, and was convinced her own script belonged to Kakashi (although he was slightly insulted that she thought his handwriting was as messy as her script's).
Obito bothered him constantly to see it, even going so far as to follow him around to try to catch a glimpse. But Kakashi kept this secret as closely guarded as his face. He started wearing a mask that was attatched to his shirt to keep Obito at bay.
The only person Kakashi told was Minato who comforted the young Jounin. "Maybe they haven't been born yet." He joked, much to Kakashi's annoyance. He decided that if his soulmate was born at this point, they would be too far apart for them to ever meet so it wasn't worth the effort.
But fate was against him.
In the middle of a training session, a burning pain shot across Kakashi's shoulder. The silver haired fourteen year old collapsed to the floor, feeling as though his skin was on fire. He yelled at Genma, thinking he'd thrown a senbon too close. But when Genma ran over and pulled his shirt off to prove Kakashi wrong, he gasped.
"What is it Genma? Don't tell me you used your poisoned senbon, I'll beat you so hard you'll-"but Genma stopped him, pointing at the wound. Kakashi leaned over and looked to see that neat handwriting had burned on to his shoulder blade: I-I'm sorry Sensei. I tried to stop him, but Naruto did it on his own.
Asuma whistled at Kakashi, having run over at the commotion. "Sensei, huh? Tough luck. You've got to wait a couple years to get laid." He grinned at the dumbstruck silver haired man.
"Isn't Naruto the name of Minato's son?" Genma wondered aloud. At this, Asuma burst out laughing.
"Kakashi's soul mate is the same age as Naruto? You're gonna be a cradle robber!" he shouted, rolling on the floor. Having recovered, Kakashi glared at him, but Genma patted him on the back.
"Fate works in mysterious ways, my man."
These words echoed in Kakashi's head fourteen years later, as he stared at the small pink haired girl in front of him. They were staring at each other, both painfully obvious of what had just happened. Even the Uchiha seemed to have noticed. Luckily Naruto was still laughing about his prank. Kakashi tried to clear his throat and move on with the day, but he couldn't stop staring at the girl next to Naruto.
A couple hours later, Kakashi knew three things about his soul mate:
She liked to yell at everything,
she was in love with the dark haired Uchiha,
and She was painfully fourteen years old
At this, Kakashi decided that fate hated him. And he hated fate right back.