Author's Note: I would like to thank Malibiser for reviewing me. I was so happy to finally get one. Kakashi is introduced in this chapter I know finally right! Anyway I hope you enjoy and review me please.

Kakashi's Cinderella

Chapter 3:

Kakashi had been a ninja of the leaf for 10 years but sometimes it feels more like a hundred.

This ball which was being hosted by the village was suppose to be a masquerade, and Kakashi donned a black demi-mask, but everyone knew who he was. Or rather, they knew of him.

"A ninja!" They would exclaim , clapping their hands together with glee.

"You must be from the leaf!"

"I can spot a leaf ninja anywhere."

Kakashi was a ninja of the leaf, and while there was no country to which he'd rather belong, he sometimes he wished he were considered a little less a legend and a little more a man.

Just a that point, a women of somewhat indeterminate age dressed as a shepherdess sauntered over. " A leaf ninja!" she trilled. "I'd recognize that silver hair anywhere. Which are you? No, don't say. Let me guess. You're not the Konoha Green Beast . You must be the infamous Copy Cat Ninja."

Kakashi eyed her coolly over his book.

She clapped her hands together. "That's what I thought! I must go tell Aya ."

Kakashi, nearly growled as she disappeared to find her friend.

"Kakashi!"

"Damn. He'd nearly made a clean escape. He looked up to see the third Hokage hurrying towards him. He was dressed up as ninja from two hundred years ago.

"What is it Hokage-sam!"

" I want you to dance with Azumi.

" Have mercy on me Hokage-sam she is a dolt.

" Fine then dance with her sister she should be easy to locate she the only mermaid here."

Kakashi fought down a groan but decide to humor the old man and headed towards Akira. Ah well. He might as well do his duty. Of the two sisters Akira was at least kind. She also had a decent wit and personality; once you got two know her. Someday she'd find herself a husband. It wouldn't be him, in all honesty it probably wouldn't be anyone he even knew, but surely she'd find someone.

Kakashi sighed as he put his book into his back pocket. He started towards the lemonade table. He could practical taste the brandy, smooth and mellow in his mouth, but he supposed that a glass of lemonade would tide him over for a few minutes.

"Akira!" he called out.

From about ten feet away, Akira beamed at him and Kakashi was reminded that he actually liked Akira. Truly she would be consider antidotal if she weren't lumped together with her unfortunate sister and mother, who could easily make a grown man wish himself aboard a ship to the waterfall country.

He'd nearly closed the gap between them when he heard a low rumble of whispers rippling across the ballroom behind him. He knew he ought keeping going and get this duty dance over with, but God help him, his curiosity got the best of him and he turned around.

He found himself facing what had to be the most breathtaking woman he'd ever seen. He'd couldn't even tell if she was beautiful. Her hair was a rather ordinary dark blond, and with her maks tied securely around her head he couldn't even see half of her face.

But there was something about her that held him mesmerized. It was her smile, the shape of her eyes, the way she held herself and looked around the ballroom as if she'd never seen a more glorious sight.

Her beauty came from within. She shimmered. She glowed.

She was utterly radiant, and Kakashi realized that it was because she looked so damned happy. Happy to be where she was, happy to be who she was.

Happy in way that Kakashi could barely remember if at all. His life was decent he supposed . But this woman knew joy. And Kakashi had to know her.

Akira forgotten, he pushed his way through the crowd until he was but a few steps from her. Four other ninjas had beaten him to his destination and were presently showering her with flattery and praise. Kakashi watched her with interest; she did not react as any woman of his acquaintance might.

She did not act coy. Nor did she act as she expected their compliments as her due. Nor was she shy, or tittering.

She just smiled. Beamed, actually. Kakasshi supposed compliments were meant to bring a measure of happiness to the receiver, but never had he seen a woman react with such pure, unadulterated joy.

He stepped forward. He wanted that joy for himself.

"Excuse me, gentleman, but the lady has already promised this dance to me," He lied.

Her mask's eye-holes were cut a bit large, and he could see that her eyes widened considerably, then crinkled with amusement. He held out his hand to her, silently daring her to call his bluff.

But she just smiled at him, a wide radiant grin that pierced his skin and traveled straight to his soul. She put her hand in his, and it was only then that Kakashi realized he'd been holding his breath.

"Have you permission to dance the waltz?" he murmured once they reached the dance floor.

She shook her head. "I don't dance."

"You jest."

"I'm afraid I do not. The truth is-" She leaned forward and with a glimmer of a smile said, " I don't know how."

End Note: I admit I'm not sure how good this chapter is but it will get a better I promise.