Kakashi sat across from Uzu at a small restaurant sipping his drink as Uzu's fingers drummed on the table. She kept looking around as if she were nervous. And maybe she was. There were quite a few shinobi in the place that all had a very deep rooted hatred towards her. But as long s she was with him she wouldn't have to worry since he'd kill anyone that tried to disrupt his time with her.

"If you would rather leave..."

"No. No. No, this is...fine." Uzu said as she looked around the room again, a worried look on her pretty face. And Kakashi frowned. She was lying to him. She didn't want to be in this place because she was worried that someone would recognise her. She needn't have worried really. Her real self and the one she had created using her sexy jutsu didn't really look anything alike. Her sexy jutsu was the stuff that many men fantasized about, but could never obtain. A lovely young vixen with large breasts and and lots of sex appeal. And very little brains.

While Uzu herself was just a tad bit smaller, more delicately boned, her features were gorgeous, long silky pale blond hair, wide slightly tilted and exotic looking ruby colored, lush, kissable lips, the curves of her body were big, generous without being obscenely big. They drew attention, and enthralled.

She was quiet, confident and knew more about what she was doing than she let on. To Kakashi she was more grounded, earthy and real than her sexy jutsu 'fantasy' self. He looked around as seveal more shinobi came into the building and sighed hen he saw her duck her head and try to hide her face. Like she was worried that someone, anyone would say something to her or try something with her.

Three of the latest crop of shinobi looked over at their table and Kakashi felt a little bit annoyed and glared at the group to keep the heat off of Uzu. The men looked at him suspiciously then noticed Uzu. Kakashi leaned forward in his seat as one guy elbowed another in the ribs and pointed to her and grinned and started to walk towards them.

Kaakshi bared his teeth and grasped her hand in his, giving the men one of his meanest, dirtiest, I-will-kill-you-dead looks. Stopping the men from moving any closer to their table. "Tell me something about yourself-"

She opened her mouth to say something but he cut her off. "Tell me something that I don't already know." He said gently as he ran his thumb along her knuckles. She wrinkled her nose like a bunny and said in a low almost whispered tone.

"I like to dance." Kakashi blinked and grinned.

"Really?"

She nodded her head and blushed. "I like just turning on the radio ad moving around."

"Well, there's no harm in that."

"No, but it's embarrassing. Old man third caught me teaching myself to waltz once and I ended up bloodying his nose for it." She said as her face turned a deeper shade of pink. He laughed and leaned forward.

"What else?"

"I read. Feed strays animals from time to time."

"You don't keep them?"

She thinned her lips and shook her head no. She wouldn't dare keep a pet. Not when the villagers would delight in killing it in front of her. "I think I'd like too, but it would be cruel to get attached to it and have someone kill it just to spite me." Which was part of the reason why she had tried to push him away so desperately. She didn't want to get too attached to him and have him get hurt because of her.

And somehow she knew that he knew that now. "I'm not weak." Kakashi said gently. Her eyes flickered to his face and she stared at him for a second. No, he certainly wasn't weak. But he was human. Just an ordinary run of the mill human. He didn't have regenerative abilities like her. No one did. And that was just another one of the problems.

It meant that he could die much easier than she could. His natural life span was probably shorter than her own as well. "I'm not. I can take care of myself. I can even take care of you. So try not to worry so much." Kakashi said as he raised her hand to his lips and kissed her finger tips.

Her heart clenched painfully in her chest. "I...know." And even though she kew that he was'nt weak, she could'nt help but have her doubts.

"Tell me something else about yourself."

"I write romance novels-" She blurted out and he raised an eyebrow at her. Why had she told him that? It was like saying that she liked to dance naked in a field outside of the village in the pale moon light. Not that she actually did that or anything, it was just an example. "I-I keep them hidden under my bed."

"Really?" Now that was intresting to know about his future wife. "What kind of romance storys do you write?" He asked curiously and she turned beet red. Ah-ha! So she wrote those kinds of stories. The next time he broke into her apartment he would have to grab a few of them, to check them out.