Broken down on memory lane

Alone together, we're alone (Woah)

We're broken down on memory lane

Alone together, we're alone

Kakashi spent the night reading through the files Tsunade gave him. Sitting perched at his desk he poured over the numerous papers under the bright desk light. This girl, shinobi-wise, was not unlike Itachi, very advanced from a young age. Yet she had not joined the elite Akatsuki. Atleast not seriously as she had gone undercover there for a while being the only one of two girls in it. He couldn't help but wonder if she was the right person to put in guard of Sasuke, since he was after all related to Itachi. It said in the file that Anastacia and Itachi were close but her brother and Itachi were closer. She wondered what they knew if they knew any more that no one else knew.

Kakashi rubbed the bridge of his nose and blinked his eyes hard. They burned as he opened them and flipped to the last few pages of the file. It appeared to be several assorted photos. The first was a profile type shot of Anastacia, most likely the one what appeared on her ninja info card. Her hair was held up in a messy ponytail and her eyes were lightly lined otherwise she was all natural. Her forehead protector was tied around her neck. In the second picture it was her and who Kakashi assumed was Chase with his arm around her neck in headlock both laughing at the camera. The third picture was of Anastacia in her akatsuki uniform with Itachi. He could tell by the angle she had taken it herself. Itachi had an emotionless expression on his face with one eyebrow raised. Anastacia was leaning up to his ear with her mouth open pretending to scream in his ear. Her hair was down this time and lightly tousled. The last picture was an old family portrait Anastacia appeared to be about the same age as team 7 when he first started training them. Chase was in Jonin uniform. The parents stood between the two siblings, the women busty with dark brown hair and the father, muscular with white-blonde hair. They were all posed in front of their large manor smiling brightly. On the back of the photo in cursive were the words:

"Family Photo

Jonathon Valentine-age 45

Serena Valentine-age 44

Chase Valentine-age 18

Anastacia Valentine-age 13"

Kakashi set the photo down and stared at it. He knew from the file her parents were killed in the fourth war, it was only a year ago more or less. It seemed so soon for her to be on her own, alone working missions, He couldn't imagine how lonely she must have been feeling. Kakashis thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. He swung open the door and his jaw dropped at the figure standing on the porch.

On his porch stood the beautiful Anastacia. She had gotten must more defined appearance-wise since the photos in her file. The 5'7" Blonde stood dressed in a navy blue kimono with purple trims that hung halfway down her muscular thighs the purple bow tied behind her and black socks reaching just above her knee caps. The tips of her thick hair were held in a loose chignon and long bangs pulled back with a clip. She blinked.

"Is this the home of Hatake Kakashi?" she said using the formal form of his name as she glanced at the paper in her hand.

"Yes…I-I'm him, Kakashi, I mean, I'm Kakashi" He fumbled over his words. Luckily he was wearing his mask or she would have seen a deep blush creeping over his cheeks.

"I'm Anastacia Valentine, I was told to stay with you for the night until theres a place prepared at the Uchiha house." She said formally extending her hand toward him.

"Nice to meet you Anastacia, come in, its far too hot for you to be outside" He shook her hand and led her in, helping her with her bags and taking the time to regain control over his ability to speak normally. As he followed her in he found himself watching her rear end. It was going to be a long night, he sighed, silently praying for a case of crippling migraines to restrain him.

A/N – Sorry for the snappy ending its three a.m. and Im heading to bed, More tomorrow though I promise.