Quick summary: This is what you get when you try to get other peoples personal, confidential information from the Hokage, behind that persons back!!!! I don't care if you are a Jounin, or an Anbu, no one shall be allowed to look up confidential files if the Hokage says no!!!! So the sensei must find another way to access the info. Perhaps by ASKING the person, but what will that result in?

Kakashi went to go meet the Hokage. He needed permission to access Rena's personal files. He had no sinister plot to use it against her, he was merely curious, but curiosity killed the cat...

Finally, Kakashi was admitted to the room where Sarutobi sat. "Master Hokage, I need your permission to access personal information, please." Kakashi proposed. The Hokage took a puff on his pipe.

"Hmmm. Who, Kakashi? Who could possibly be that important? Why do you want to know?" The old sack of warts asked.

"Rena Sakuna. The librarian. I just wanted to check it out is all." Kakashi responded. The Hokage chuckled.

"That is a strange request Mr. Hakate Kakashi. I could give you all the permission in the world to look for it in the database, but that is not her real name. It is an alias, and considering the database runs solely on searching, you'd never find it, so I think you shouldn't waste your time." The Hokage informed.

"Do you know of her real name?" Kakashi replied.

"...Yes I do." Hokage answered.

"Will you tell me it?" Kakashi requested.

"Tell me why it means so much to you." Sarutobi insisted.

"... She interests me." Kakashi blushed slightly. Hokage laughed heartily.

"That's a nice thing, she's a lonely girl. But I am afraid I cannot give you such information. Is it right to know something about a person behind their back? Why don't you ask her yourself?" The leader of Konoha confirmed.

"Yes, master Hokage" Kakashi complied and he stepped forward. He bowed, turned, and walked away. He wasn't too upset; he just didn't feel like arguing with 'Master Hokage'.

"Rena Sakuna" walked around her library, answering the questions on that insane test. She was on the last question....

"If a fellow ninja dies and/or falls in love, is it ok to show the emotion?" The question was surprisingly short. It was blunt and to the point, but was there a definite answer? Rena put down what she felt... 'I don't know. Probably not, it would depend on the situation, and most emotions are uncontrollable, but some people live without emotions...'...

Rena lived a sadly tormented life. She lived for her father. She worshipped him, even though he had been so cruel. Night after night she would sit and wonder if she would ever see him again, and if he would care to look at his own daughter.

And the one thing she wanted the most was to be able to cry. She wanted to, but for some reason she couldn't... She would just get frustrated inside and learn to cool it. She would try to cry, but she had such a harness on her emotions that she couldn't be sad about anything too long to cry about it. She had never been happy enough to cry either. So she wondered what it would be like for warm salty tears to stream her face...

Rena, ecstatic that she had finished the question, ran right to the Hokage's door. On the way she had passed Kakashi somewhere along the road, but she didn't notice him. He noticed her though.

Rena brought the test to the Hokage and slammed it on the desk in front of him. "MASTER Hokage! I FINISHED! I'M DONE!!!!" Rena exclaimed.

He chuckled with joy in his old voice. As if Rena were a small child, he smiled at her. He looked at the pages of the beautiful handwriting Rena possessed. He again smiled as if her work were pointless. "Rena. Think of yourself as an unofficial chuninn. This was a test to see if you really wanted to be a ninja or not. In a while, we will have a Jounin exam for you. I am not ill-confident in your abilities."

"Thank you Master Hokage." Rena bowed, happily.

"But if I may ask... What does the silver-haired man want with you? He was asking me for your personal files..." The Hokage informed. Rena's expression turned serious...

"Mas..." Rena began.

"I didn't give him the permission. I knew something was up... It is up to you whether you want to tell him... And that is that. Now... I want you to do a few C missions, a few B and maybe an A. I also want you to train with the man who seeks your name. I feel it is best if you train with him, even though he has 3 brats to look after, you can help him, you understand? I refuse to let throw you into a Jounin position, without proper training... You are dismissed." Sarutobi slightly smirked...

"You are far to generous Master Hokage..." Rena again bowed to him and she left, happy, but confused...

Kakashi was sitting on the cliff where the Hokage's faces were chiseled into the rock face. It was sunset...

Team 7's Jounin instructor gazed into the fiery ball on the horizon that was the sun. It melted and swam in the sky like a watercolour painting that had come to life in Kakashi's dark onyx eyes.

You'd never figure him as a sunset watcher, but everyone sits and watches a sunset once in a while.

He put his hands on his head and sighed... The small pockets of clouds were as one large sheet that covered most of the pink sky. They looked like ripples on water...

A soothing breeze caressed Kakashi and he lied on his back as a beautiful stray flower floated onto his vest. He picked it up and looked at it, with the endless sky in the background. That was strange a flower had floated up so high... It was a cornflower, blue as the afternoon sky...

And all he could think about was she... The mysterious raven-haired librarian from the village of Konoha, with the almond-shaped eyes as blue as the afternoon sky...

And all he could think about was she... The mysterious raven-haired librarian from the village of Konoha, with the almond-shaped eyes as blue as the afternoon sky...

Why did she interest him so much? He wanted so badly to just break into the personal files and find out about her. He didn't care if he had to look through every single resident of Konoha, he would search until he found her profile that was so gravely hidden, for some unknown reason. Who really cared if he got to see the information of a nobody-librarian? It would harm no one... But the old man said to ask her himself....

And perhaps he was right. But why did Rena Sakuna, the unimportant caretaker of books, intrigue him to the point of utter exhaustion? Why did she deserve such mystery and attention in his mind? Why did he feel like he had to know every minute detail about her life? Why did he think of her so much and why did he care?

Maybe it was the way she smiled at him, or in the way she gracefully walked. Maybe it was the way she would treat him like the nicest person in the world if he did the smallest favor for her. Maybe it was in the way that she was so full of secrecy... Or perhaps it was the way her glossy eyes would reflect his image in any light. Or maybe it was the way she made him feel, that he was actually worth something instead of a human tool, and he was glad he had a feeling of care. And that she felt so warm to him, such warmth he had never felt before. He sighed a relieved sigh.

"Arika-kun! Arika-kun! ARIKA-kun!!!" Rena screamed at the top of her voice. She was inside Arika's apartment. As usual, Arika was watching things, screaming at the TV like it could reply.

"Ah! Rena-sama! What brings you here? Shouldn't you be reading or playing with that horrible slimy worm?" Arika retorted.

"Hmph! He is Maru and he is NOT slimy, and he is a SNAKE!!! There is nothing wrong with him! And if you are going to be an asshole if I come over and invite you to drink with me, I will never come again." Rena turned around. Arika practically tackled her.

"Did I hear 'drink with me'? All right! I thought you decided not to drink anymore? You naughty girl! Lets go booze up!" Arika screamed.

"You buy your own damn drinks if you are going to be reckless! I don't want you to be drunk in my presence!" Rena joked.

"Fine, then we shall both be drunk." Arika proposed.

"Yes. That's more like it." Rena agreed. They went to her apt and had a grand old time.