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The sun was dropping from the sky, setting the voluminous puffy clouds on fire. No wonder this place was called the Land of Clouds. It was that magical time when the entire world seemed to glow the most glorious shades of orange, violet and gold. It almost made Hanare want to stop being angry at her two male companions, almost.
"How long are you going to stay mad?" transformed Kakashi inquired a few yards behind her.
"I have no idea what you're talking about" Hanare said with a pout. The beauty of the place had softened her enough to even answer him.
"Anyway... it's getting late, we should set up camp, I think over here is a good spot.'' Kakashi continued obviously defeated.
Daisuke suddenly appeared next to kakashi in a puff of smoke. During the daylight hours kakashi and Hanare had been travelling alone together while Daisuke tailed them in the shadows.
"So she's still mad?" Daisuke more stated than asked.
Kakashi just made a 'Hmmm' sound in response.
"Don't worry, she'll get over it soon" Daisuke assured.
Hanare was busy finding a comfortable tree to lean against and pulled out an orange bound book from her pack and balanced it open on her knees. Kakashi was dumfounded, under his mask his jaw hung loose and he forgot how to think for a second. He dove towards Hanare stopping with his head mere centimetres from the book in question.
Just as his hopes were sailing as high as the clouds in the sky he caught what the book really was. The Samurai's Garden was printed boldly in black ink on the cover. A classic. His head dropped and he felt himself deflate. He thought he finally found someone who enjoyed the Icha Icha series along with him, someone who understood, but it was a false alarm. He looked up to see Hanare with her thighs firmly pressed against her chest, looking confused if not scared down at him.
"Oh...ahhh... sorry" kakashi chuckled, "I thought that that was another book"
"No...Problem..." Hanare replied nervously as kakashi stood up.
All three of them started to set up camp when Daisuke said, "Oh I forgot, there's a little stream not to far that way. It's probably coming from one of the mountains by the village."
"Later." Hanare said holding a towel and making her way in the direction her brother was pointing.
"We're not done setting up!" Daisuke yelled as she vanished into the trees.
Ok Hanare felt bad leaving the two of them with all the work but she planned to milk the 'being furious thing' one more time. So after a little while and alot of scrubbing and soaking and downright playing in the water, manipulating it with her water type chakra she strolled back to camp.
Kakashi's head snapped up as she arrived.
"FINALLY" Daisuke complained. "I was just about to come looking for you."
"Sorry, I lost track of time" she replied, not an apologetic note in her voice.
Hanare sat on a log on the opposite side of the ground and started to brush out her tangled dripping hair near the gentle camp fire. Kakashi glanced at her from behind his book. She really is beautiful. He knew she would be beautiful even back then, he admitted to himself. He was trying to convince himself since the tea house that obviously he would want to be protective of her. He had met her back when she needed protecting and all this time having her right in front of him made him think back to that little girl. That was all.
Even through all the 'convincing' he couldn't take his eyes off her. Her silky hair and impossibly long eye lashes. She did have stunning eyes, mysterious yet inviting. Her smooth skin that was covered by the long slitted lilac skirt and lemon cropped kimono style top that she wore. He thought that if he could place his hand on her face his fingers would slightly sink into her soft cheek.
"Kakashi...hey...KAKASHI" Daisuke threw a pebble which bounced off the orange book he was holding.
"Huh?" Kakashi said alarmed.
"You need to work on your covertness, I know your not really reading" Daisuke said with a sly grin and continued accusingly, "Were you checking out my sister?"
"Nhh, No" kakashi choked out, "I was just"
"cuz its ok if you were, just remember I'm tailing you two" Daisuke interrupted.
"What!?" kakashi croaked out, honestly shocked.
"I know alot of guys like her and I see them looking at her more than she knows, so far she has stayed away from everyone but something about you two is different. I know you are a good man that would take care of her and I think she does to." Daisuke finished.
After what seemed like forever kakashi finally said rather weakly, "I never said i liked her"
Daisuke shrugged, " OK, whatever" and chuckled away.
The trio soon retired, planning to make an early start in the morning. It felt like hours passed and Hanare tossed and turned, replaying the boat incident over and over in her mind. His arm around her, pulling her close, the word "wife". She had used every ounce of her strength to be mad at kakashi. He had laughed at her and shattered her heart... right after pumping it full of hope when he jumped into the water to get her. Even after all that she still couldn't help the butterflies in her stomach. She lay on her back counting the stars when she sensed someone. She automatically reached for her kunai and held her breath when she saw, in the light the dying embers gave off, kakashi now completely looking like himself again jump into the trees that surrounded them.
"where is he going?" Hanare thought, "well since i'm awake" she jumped up and tiptoed around her brother till she reached the very tree kakashi had jumped up on. It was easy to follow him, probably because of her espionage skills or the fact that he didn't think anyone would be around at this hour. She tempered her chakra flow to a minimum and took light, silent steps. Only when he stopped she realised he had made the full circle and ended up at the stream. Pressing herself against the tree whose branch she stood on she got a perfect view of kakashi. He was illuminated by moonlight, giving him an almost angelic glow. His headband was already off when Hanare arrived so she wasn't prepared when he pulled off his navy tee shirt he had been wearing as the redheaded, blue eyed transformed kakashi. Hanare gasped.
She saw kakashi tense up and turn his head slightly so his ear was facing her direction. She froze, not daring to breathe. A few seconds passed and he relaxed, and so did Hanare. She knew he would be fit, she heard stories of his fierceness in battle and come on, you dont become a famed ninja without having some muscle but kakashi was...perfect. He wasn't bulky but his slim body was wrapped in hard muscle. His biceps were toned and powerful and muscular shoulders strong. Hanare noticed about a dozen faded scars all over his upper body and immediately recognised the body of an experienced shinobi, one that could wear his scars as feats of victory.
She was trying to count his abs when he pulled off his mask. At first, she didn't notice, too captivated by his mid section and then she found herself staring wide eyed at his face. His actual face, right there in front of her. She couldn't think of the number of times she had imagined it. As it turned out she wasn't far from the real thing. His lips weren't completely full but they were slightly pouty and they made Hanare smile slightly without realizing it. The scar over his closed Sharingan reached from just above his silver eyebrow almost to the level of those lips which were nearly the colour of his skin, just a bit of pink mixed in. And his nose was...cute... that was only way she could really describe it.
Basically he was gorgeous.
Kakashi stooped down and splashed the crystal water onto his face and hair. His usual messy froof of hair actually slumped down around his face, especially on the left side as glittering droplets of water spilled off. Hanare couldn't help comparing him to a particularly fluffy puppy at bath time. He sat there for a few moments before reclining so that he was laying on his back with his head on his palms. He looked up at the night sky and seemed deep in thought. Hanare felt herself relax as she took him in. His hair, his body, his face then combining that with his smell and touch she had memorised from before, she felt the butterflies take flight in her stomach. "So what if this was a one sided love on my part" she thought looking up at the sky, "it feels damn good!"
Her attention went back to kakashi just as he stood up and reached for the waistband of his pants.
She sighed inwardly. "If I was meant to see this, I dont want it to be like this, I've seen enough" she smiled "for now anyway" and took of the way she came.
One thing she was sure of now, she couldn't stay mad at kakashi.