Note: Based on an Alternate Universe.

Fortuna: Boy Meets Girl

When two people meet, often it's nothing more than chance. Odds are a random stranger won't deeply impact your life and at most they may leave you with a thought, an impression, or maybe even a phone number. But the likelihood that they're the one, single person that will never make you live the same way again is one in eight billion.

And that's where destiny steps in.

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One day, a boy fell from the sky.

Well actually, he had just jumped down from a persimmon branch and onto the sidewalk, but for Yuuhi Kurenai, he might as well have fallen from the sky with how suddenly he appeared before her. He rolled to slow down his momentum, moved to spring back up and run, but balked when he found a pair of legs in his way. He looked up, she looked down, they stared at one another.

He was handsome, was her first thought. But that didn't mean much to her when men were concerned—but for not meaning much, he was certainly handsome. He also looked about her age, silver hair, a standard dark blue school uniform fitted to his lean figure, unbuttoned and rolled just enough in certain areas to give him a rebel look. But his eyes didn't seem rebellious as they gazed back up at her; a black reflection of something somber and almost reverent.

There was a distinct pause in time as they regarded one another, as though something larger than them was in the making.

"Are you…?"

Red eyes blinked back at him curiously. "Am I…?"

And suddenly there was a mood-swinging draft as her skirt was lifted up. "Are you aware that you can often tell a girl's personality by her underwear? Red, huh?"

Kurenai hadn't had to use what martial arts skills she knew against another person in a long time, but in the following three seconds, she quickly remembered what it felt like.

"You PIG!" she cried, even as his body hit the concrete wall he'd just come over from, the impact jogging loose the persimmons from his jacket. "How dare you, you lousy, no-good, perverted little—!"

"Thief!"

Distracted by the supplied noun that wasn't really the one she was looking for, Kurenai turned to see a middle-aged man rounding the corner and heading her way.

"Give back those persimmons, you rotten thief!"

Persimmons? she thought, then the memory of the fruits falling from the boy's possession returned to her. She whirled back around on him. "Don't tell me you also—!" She stopped, left to yell at nothing but air and a few abandoned harvests.

Irresponsible. That was the best way to describe people like him, who of their own free will gave little to no regard to rules and propriety. She was glad he was gone. The less associations she had with that sort, the better.

"Hey miss!" the older man glared. "You'd better pay for those persimmons your classmate stole from me!"

"What! He's not my classmate!"

"Yeah right. Pay up."

"Sir, I Yuuhi Kurenai do swear to you as class-president of room B-4 of Leaf City's most prestigious school, Konoha High, that I would never allow such disrespectful behavior among my peers!"

"Er… well…" the man fumbled, suddenly unsure. The girl was spouting off facts that didn't sound relevant to the circumstances, but with the way she declared them, he certainly felt they ought to.

"I am someone who upholds the rules and enforces discipline, sir, and I promise you now that never in a million years would a brash, brainless idiot like that ever belong to my class!"

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Later that morning, the brash, brainless idiot stood at the front of her room.

"Students, I'd like you to meet our new transfer, Hatake Kakashi."

Female jaws dropped, all to let out a heavenly sigh of dreams and a new generation of fantasies. Kurenai's jaw dropped too, but the only noise that came out was the choked back screams of accusation, punishment, and disbelief. She suffocated herself further when the teacher assigned him a seat directly behind her.

As he walked down the isle towards her, she began expecting him to make some snide remark to her that would somehow involve the nature of her undergarments. The pencil in her right hand was losing lead as she ground it into her paper, dreading the moment of recognition.

But it didn't come. He walked right past her without a nod, a pause, or even a, "What's this blood-thirsty aura I'm sensing!" It was as though she didn't exist. And for some reason that was more annoying than anything.

He sat down. She turned in her seat to glare directly at him, demanding eye contact. He blinked at her and stared. She glowered. Then his face lifted up into a casual grin.

"Hey Red."

Her pencil set the trend for many more to come by promptly being snapped in half, and her textbook began its long relationship to becoming more familiar with Kakashi's skull.

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And neither ever lived the same again.

-owari

Authoress Notes

So this was... obviously different. But if you're familiar with AU's, then it was probably actually cliche. But that's okay, because half the point of the AU was to be cliche.

A while back, I had this idea floating in my head for a High School AU, but focusing on the jounin adults as the main characters, as opposed to the genin. Kurenai and Kakashi were to take point as lead characters, because I was on a KakaKure kick at the time. ...Okay, I still am, but hey. I like there being not only emotional and romantic tension between these characters, but I'm a sucker for the more physical slapstick and comedy as well.

Originally, this AU had more stories to it, but none can be told in short-story/drabble form like the first meeting can. It also developed its own background story and climax, but those also can't be fit into so few words, so they sadly won't be written. Sorry!

But I do hope you enjoyed this little peek into something else.