Blue Danube

By: kUMiKo54

Disclaimers: I don't own anything! Leave me alone! X3

A/N: Hai hai! Just want to thank the people who reviewed! It saddens me to see that this story had 100+ hits but only five reviews. Huhuhu… v.v. Anyway, it doesn't matter that much as long as some reviewed. nn Uhm… now we will begin chapter one. Here it goes. Please R&R!

Warning: This is a Kakashi X Kurenai ficcie… BEWARE! X3

Sa mga pinoy na type ang ganitong pairing. Para sa inyo ito! Aylabyo!

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Kakashi was in the middle of a perfect dream when, coming from the open window of his room, a cold breeze swept by making his spine tingle. Goosebumps were apparent on his skin, bronzed due to his constant practicing under the blazing heat of summer's sun. He pulled his blanket up to his neck to keep his exposed and shirtless upper body warm from the cool waft of autumn's squall. Unfortunately, the thin fabric of his blanket wasn't thick enough to keep the gust of wind from entering the tiny spaces between the fibers of the shuriken-printed mantle.

Kakashi stirred in his bed. He opened his eyes a little as he tried to get used to the brightness of his surroundings. He let out a big yawn before standing up and going directly to the small bathroom, which was located in front of his bedroom. He filled a glass with lukewarm water coming from the rusty faucet on his bathroom sink. He looked at his reflection on the mirror placed just above the sink. There stood a sluggish Kakashi whose unmasked face was showing obvious signs of deprivation of sleep last night. Turning on the faucet again, he washed his face with the tepid water using both of his hands to act like a dipper. Kakashi did this many times constantly in attempts to wake him up from his lethargy.

Kakashi went out of the bathroom and walked towards his bedroom closet where he was able to find a towel. He used the towel to wipe his face which was dripping wet from his morning wash. Finally, he sat on his bed carelessly, his weight making the springs of the bed bounce up and down. A sigh escaped his lips.

"Good Morning sunshine," he uttered lazily to no one in particular. Using his forefinger and his thumb, he massaged his temples languidly making a disgruntled sound while doing so.

Breakfast was the first thought that came inside his head. What will he be having today? Fried rice and scrambled eggs? Or his usual all-time favorite, Ramen? The thought of food made his tummy growl in hunger. 'I guess it's time to eat,' he thought, making his way to his closet to bring out a new set of clothes and a bath towel.

After half an hour of preparation, he locked his apartment and finally made his way towards the well-known ramen house in the village, the Ichiraku Ramen. Of course, he never forgot to perform his day-to-day routine of reading his little perverted pocket book every chance he'd get.

"Ohayou Gozaimasu, Kakashi-san," greeted Ichiraku Ayame, a young brunette who was working at the ramen stall as a waitress. She beamed a bright smile at him as she bowed down to give respect to the jounin who had just arrived.

"Ohayou Gozaimasu, Ayame-san," he greeted as well, nodding his head. "I'll have the usual for today," Kakashi ordered not even bothering to take a look at the menu anymore. He took a seat on one of the empty chairs that had gone cold due to lack of human warmth to transfer heat unto it. He flipped a page of his book and read on silently while waiting for his ramen.

A little while later, he was eating his heart out. He pulled his mask down to his chin to make eating his newly cooked ramen a lot easier.

"So where are you off to today, Kakashi-san?" She asked, wiping a plate with a dish rag.

"Oh, I think I'll just loiter for awhile around town, Ayame-san," he answered politely, finishing first the strings of noodles he had consumed. "And I think I'll be visiting Yamato-jiisan's shop cause I need to fish out something to wear for the event tomorrow."

Ayame suddenly stopped wiping a dish she had picked from the dish rack, a frown on her face. "I'm sorry I had to decline on your offer, Kakashi-san," she said, head bowed down to hide the culpable expression blatant on her angelic face.

Kakashi smiled at her, noticing how her mood unexpectedly changed. "It's okay, Ayame-san," he reassured her. "I understand that you have many things to worry about here in your father's ramen shop. Besides, I have already found a date. But it really wouldn't be the same without you," Kakashi said. Although if people would have heard him utter those words, they would have accused him of mockery and flattery. But deep down inside Kakashi, everything he said was undoubtedly true. Kakashi could not deny the fact that he was attracted to the girl. But later on, he found out that the attraction was just occasional- sometimes it's there, sometimes it's not.

Ayame's bubbly smile started creeping out from her lips again. Her lips formed a crescent at Kakashi's compliment. "Arigatou gozaimasu, Kakashi-san," she thanked. "if you don't mind, I would like to ask you a question. But I think it's a bit too personal."

Kakashi finished his ramen with a loud slurp. He raised his eyebrows at her. She gave him a tissue which he gratefully accepted. He began wiping the sides of his mouth clean with it. "What is it?" he asked innocently.

"Uhm, I hope you don't mind if I ask you who you're date is," she asked him slightly blushing from embarrassment. She fiddled with her hand trying to stay as composed as possible.

"Oh, of course I don't mind, Ayame-san. Is that all you wanted to ask me?"

Ayame answered with a slight nod.

Kakashi smiled before pulling his mask back to cover his face once again. He leaned closer on the table, his sudden action surprising the young waitress making her blush even harder. "Only if you promise not to tell anyone who it is," Kakashi stated.

"Oh, no! I would never tell it to anyone," Ayame answered reassuringly.

"Promise?"

"Promise!"

Kakashi could only smile at himself for having acted like this towards a young girl or a young woman as she is, physically. He put his money on the table before standing up. He turned around facing the other direction with his back turned towards her. "Okay," he said, in an unseen grin. "I'm going with Kurenai," he whispered and went off.

Upon hearing the name, Ayame couldn't stop herself from letting out a small shrill cry of delight. Kakashi, who was only a small distance away, heard it and couldn't help but let out a small chuckle.

"I'm wishing you all the best, Kakashi-san! Good luck," she bid him goodbye, the same smile of delight plastered on her face. Secretly, Ayame had always thought that Kakashi was a better pair for Kurenai, a lot better than Asuma would make as her partner. After saying her goodbyes to the jounin, she resumed working on drying the plates that were still in a big pile.

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Kakashi turned right on one corner and left on another. Then right again, left, etc. until he finally reached Yamato's Tailoring. He twisted the door knob and pushed the door open. The ringing of a bell could be heard inside the shop. Kakashi went in. He looked around. He saw a stack of booklets on the shelf. He began browsing some booklets that had all kinds of suits printed in them. Kakashi flipped each page of the booklet, which he had picked, with curiosity.

"Find something you like?" asked a voice that came from behind Kakashi.

"Ohayou gozaimasu, Yamato-jiisan," he greeted, recognizing the voice and turning to the old man who was in his mid 60s standing behind him.

Takamine Yamato was a slender man who had tanned skin which was wrinkled because of aging. White hair was evident on his head that was a former blackish blue in color. His back was slightly bent probably because of the loss of calcium in his frail bones. He was wearing khaki pants, and a thin, white shirt that was toped off with a brown, fuzzy jacket.

Yamato was a tailor in Konoha. He was a well-known tailor for having sewn many of the best dresses for men and women in the village. He was marked simple in any aspect from his clothes to the way he chose to live. Despite his popularity towards people in his village and people in other villages, he chose to live as an ordinary human being rather than a celebrity. And that was why Kakashi respected him so much. He was down to earth, simple, generous and caring, something he would rarely see in people at present. He loved a man who was wise and simple. He preferred people like them rather than those people who chose to live in fame but has nothing to be really proud about.

Creases lined Yamato's forehead as he gave Kakashi a gentle and bright smile. "Ohayou gozaimasu. What can I do for you, sensei?" he asked in all his simplicity.

"I was just looking at some of your recent works, jiisan, and I was wondering if you would happen to have something that you think will look good on me," he answered bluntly.

"Ah! Is it for the celebration?" he asked once again as he browsed his big oak-wood closet for something that would fit Kakashi at the same time would look good on him.

"Hai, jiisan," he replied.

Kakashi looked at the old man who was busy fidgeting things on the closet. "Do you need any help, jiisan?" he asked as he offered him a hand with the load he was carrying.

He helped Yamato carry ten suits with different colors and designs. He placed the suits on the table that was conveniently placed in front of his sewing machine.

Yamato soon followed Kakashi. He stood beside the table fishing out something that would suite Kakashi's taste in clothing. He picked a maroon suit that had a long sleeved top with matching maroon pants.

"How about this, sensei?" Yamato asked lifting the suit up in full length to show Kakashi what he had picked.

"I'm afraid that won't do, jiisan," he said. "I will look too formal wearing that one to the celebration. I would want something that would not be too formal and not be too casual to wear to the festivity."

Yamato browsed the nine other suits that were on top of the table. When he found that nothing would seem to match Kakashi's description of a suit he likes, he went back to his closet and looked through everything he had.

Finally, picking up something from his closet, he went towards Kakashi and lifted up the suit in full length to show him what he had. This time the suit was navy blue in color with a white polo as a top that will be topped off by a matching navy blue 'amerikana'.

"Will this do, sensei?" he asked him with a smile.

"Perfect." Kakashi complimented, fitting the suit. "You really are the best, Yamato-jiisan."

"Thank you, sensei," he thanked him.

"How much will it cost me?" Kakashi asked the old man.

"Ah, for you I will give it away for free,'" he stated, making Kakashi look at him with a surprised expression on his face.

"N-no, jiisan. I can't let you give such a fine piece of clothing for free. You must at least be paid for such fantastic work," he opposed. He grabbed his wallet from his pocket and started cruising for his money. He brought 50,000 yen out of his wallet and handed it over to the old timer.

Yamato in return shoved Kakashi's hand away from him. "Keep it, sensei. You will need that in the future," he said simply beaming a lighthearted smile at him. "Besides, I presume that this will be your first date. And all I want to do is to make you look your best for this very significant event of your life."

Kakashi blushed a little from embarrassment of the fact that this really is going to be his first date.

"Now follow me and I will add something more to the package," Yamato said and walked towards the back of the store to his stock room. Kakashi soon followed still speechless, not knowing how to ever repay this kind man of his generosity.

Yamato brought out a pair of beautiful black shoes which reflected the light coming from outside on its glossy coat. He wiped off particles of dust that were resting on top of the coating with his hands and handed the pair to Kakashi.

"This was my son's when he was still alive," he told him.

"No! This is just too much, jiisan. And I cannot accept that because I know it has a priceless value for you considering that it was your son's," he hesitated.

"Ah, but it would really make my son happy to know that his things are of great use to other people. Especially to a respected jounin as you are, sensei," he commented. Kakashi couldn't help but smile shyly and thank him for what he's doing for him.

"Please try them on," Yamato insisted.

Kakashi tried them on and it was a perfect fit. He looked stunning with his new suit. Yamato thought so, too.

"You look quite handsome in it, sensei," Yamato pointed out.

"This is just… I don't know how to thank you, jiisan," Kakashi spoke.

"It's okay, sensei. I just wish you all the luck that Kami-sama would give on your date with…?"

"Uhm, Kurenai, jiisan." He finished his sentence scratching his back with one hand from the slight embarrassment.

"Kurenai-sensei? You really are lucky, sensei. You two make a great pair," Yamato complimented with a sly smile. Kakashi only blushed harder. He removed the suit and changed back into his old clothes once more.

How could he? How could such a man make him blush from even the slightest comment he would give about him when no one ever made him feel embarrassed like he is right now in his whole life?

"I guess I'll be going now, jiisan," he told Yamato who still has that cunning smile etched on his face.

"I'll let you go with everything for free in one condition," he said, grabbing Kakashi by the arms.

Kakashi looked at him with a quizzical gaze.

"I want full details when you get back," Yamato finally blurted out.

Kakashi smiled at him and nodded as a sign of agreement of their deal. He bid goodbye and went off. 'Such nice people nowadays' he thought to himself as he headed home to take a quick rest before going out to order flowers for his first date with Kurenai.

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Naruto walked down the streets of Konoha, shoving both his hands on his pockets. He was still dateless for the time being. He let out both of his hands from his pocket and scratched his head miserably as he let out a pout and a frustrated sigh.

Out of the blue a mob of girls was running behind him, screaming his name. He smiled as he turned around to take a glimpse of who they were, not realizing that there were too many of them. A sudden rush of panic bolted through his whole system as he started to run as fast as he can away from the Naruto-obsessed girls who were screaming "Naruto, will you come with me to the celebration?"

Naruto ran away as fast as possible but the girls were just too fast for him to escape from. The mob now jumped on him, each girl trying to get a piece of a pitiful Naruto who was looking rather ragged with his outfit torn to pieces.

"Oh my gosh! I have his bandana!" one girl screamed as she ran away with delight, five more girls following her in attempts to snatch her new found treasure away from her.

"I have his shoe!" another one squealed.

"I have his other shoe!" exclaimed another one.

"I have a piece of his clothes!"

"I hugged him! I'm never gonna take a bath again."

"I kissed him! I kissed him!"

After some time the girls went away from Naruto with their 'treasures' with them, leaving a dizzy and jacket less Naruto unconscious on the ground.

He never thought he was this popular, especially among the girls. Maybe saving the village was how he ever became that well-known. Another reason would be that he was getting rather handsome each passing day, Jiraiya told him so. And now, he was too popular that all the Sasuke lovers were now the number one Naruto fanatics who were trying to tear him to pieces.

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Kakashi was on his way to the flower shop when he saw someone lying on the ground. He squinted his eyes to decipher who the person was. He went closer and he saw a boy. He went closer again and realized that he looked somehow familiar, so familiar. He exactly looked like…

"Naruto?"

Kakashi went closer to the body lying on the ground. He bent down and pulled Naruto so that he was in a sitting position, with Kakashi's hand on his back to support him.

Naruto was still in a daze from his sudden encounter from his secret fanclub that wasn't so secret anymore.

Kakashi tried slapping his cheeks gently to bring his consciousness back. Naruto roused from his nausea, trying to recall what had transpired awhile back.

"W-wah?" was all he could utter, shaking his head forceflly.

"Are you okay," Kakashi asked him.

"My head hurts. Yah!" was all he could say as reply to his sensei's question.

Kakashi, his eyes curved as a sign that he was smiling, ruffled his hair with his free hand.

"Mind telling me what happened?" he asked his student. Naruto suddenly recalled what had happened and told Kakashi everything.

"And that's how I ended up here," Naruto finished.

Kakashi gave out a light chuckle. "You really are getting popular with the ladies, ne, Naruto?" he commented.

Naruto only grinned at that. "I guess so!"

"Have you found someone you want to go with to the celebration?" Kakashi asked, standing up and giving Naruto a hand standing up.

"Nah, I'm still searching for someone. But I don't know who," he uttered, a pout on his lips.

"Want me to help you with that? I happen to know somebody who would love to go with you," Kakashi offered.

"Really?" Naruto asked unsure of his sensei's offer. "Who is it?"

Kakashi whispered something in his ear that made Naruto's face turn as red as a tomato.

"Gambatte, Naruto," Kakashi said making his way towards the flower shop, leaving a speechless Naruto staring at oblivion.

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After ordering flowers from the flower shop, Kakashi once again made his way home. He didn't know why people would often feel excited when he mentions that he's going with Kurenai. Did they care that much about his first date? Or was it just because they thought that they were perfect for each other. First was Ayame. Then Yamato-jiisan thought the same, too. Not to mention how the woman from the flower shop reacted. She went crazy and started dancing around. 'Weird' he thought. 'There must be something in the water.'

Kakashi passed by stores. Every time he would pass by people would wish him good luck or would smile at him and tell him to have a good time. Even the other ninjas would howl and make noises and tease him whenever he bumps into them. 'Yup, there must be something in the water. Kami-sama, what is it that you're planning to do now?' he thought as he unlocked his apartment door and went inside to retire for the day.

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tsuzuku

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A/N: How was it? Was it that bad? Was it good? Was it too short? Did it stink? Please send feedbacks by means of submitting a review so I'd know what I'm going to do. :D

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