Wow, thanks for the reviews, guys. I'm really grateful! Yeah, I know I still have another story to complete in a different anime category but I've put that on hiatus for now. Anyhoo, here comes the second part of this story:

PS. I think I've done a character who is Mary Sue… unfortunately. Can you spot her? Lol.

Part 2

Naruto's Idea:

Search for the Perfect Bachelorette!

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"If Kakashi really needs a woman, he'd better find one fast. I've had enough."

Sakura and Naruto turned round at Sasuke. The three were just walking back to their homes after a long tiring D-rank mission – this time they had to build an irrigation ditch and pump to get water into a farmer's field. Everything D-ranked seemed to be a chore – well, the Hokage and Iruka-sensei had explained it to them before – rookies have to work their way up, but it was getting really tiresome.

"Yosha! Even Sasuke(-moron) agrees with me!" Naruto shouted, whispering the 'moron', but Sasuke still heard and glared at him.

"Are you sure it's not your stupid Sexy no Jutsu that's finally working it's way not only to your appearance, but also to your thoughts?" Sakura mumbled. "But still, if Sasuke agrees then… we'll try and find him a girl."

"Alright! We'll start first thing tomorrow!" Naruto cheered. Then his stomach growled, "I think… I think I'll go get meself some ramen!" He sang.

"If we're finished, I'm going home now." Sasuke said calmly.

"Yeah, me too." Sakura added.

"Remember to meet up at the Ichiraku ramen tomorrow, same time tomorrow!" Naruto called out to them.

Sakura waved to him, Sasuke just dug his hands into his pockets and made his way home silently. Sheesh, talk about being a stick in the mud; Naruto decided to go to the said ramen stand and get a late night snack. But, before he set foot, he saw a shadow from the corner of his eye.

The streets weren't dark yet, just merely becoming covered in the normal orange glow when the sun sets on Konoha Village. The streets were quite empty, a discarded piece of newspaper whirled across Naruto's feet – and his blue eyes crossed suspiciously around the street. Everything was quiet, and Naruto shrugged it off. It was probably just a cat or something. Cheerfully, Naruto marched down the street towards the ramen stand before – another shadow swished past a bush and stopped behind a tree just a foot away from him. Naruto stopped, and blinked. What was it? Suddenly, he felt his legs moving on its own towards the tree, and once he arrived at the roots, he peeped over. There was a hunched over figure there, sitting behind the tree with its back to him, but realising Naruto's presence, it slowly turned round, and Naruto came face to face with bright, green glowing eyes.

"Agh!" He stepped back as the figure rose up slowly, and stepped away from the tree. Naruto blinked and looked at the person. "Wah! Aren't you meant to be in prison?"

"Don't remind me. This is all your fault, laddie." The girl propped her sunglasses back up over her eyes (which action reminded him of Ebisu) and dusted the dirt off her clothes, which just consisted of a plain t-shirt and shorts.

"I should turn you in, right now!" Naruto shouted angrily at her. "Kaka-sensei told me everything about you! You're a phoney and a liar!"

The girl stared at him for a few seconds, before quickly she broke off into a sprint towards the Ninja academy. "You talk too much!" She yelled as she ran down the street.

"Matte! I'm not going to let you get away with it!" Naruto exclaimed, before chasing her down the street. "Get back here!"

She grimaced. Why does this always happen to her? What kind of life did she lead? First, she was put in jail, and then she dug out. Now she's being hunted down by a twelve year old kid, what next? She slammed into something, and fell back.

"Ow! What the - ?"

She came face to face with eerie black dot eyes.

ANBU…..

Naruto followed her down the alleyway, before seeing three figures emerge out from it –two guards with an animal mask and black robes, holding down a struggling sunglasses-clad girl. "Phew, at least she's caught." The sunglasses girl stared at Naruto straight in the eye with clenched teeth as she was taken out, he gulped slightly. He watched the ANBU take her away back to the Hokage.

"At least I know that she won't be going anywhere."

The Next Morning…

Naruto was still thinking about that sunglasses-girl. However, Operation 'Trying-to-find-Kakashi's-Perfect-Girl' commenced and he soon forgot all about her. Sakura and Sasuke met up with Naruto at the park in the early morning right when the markets opened, before splitting up into different directions, when each found a nominated girl, they would return back here and wait. Naruto had drawn up a list from the night before after he witnessed the travelling saleswoman being re-arrested and protruded it out to them. They agreed to the terms (with Naruto explaining the rules – he pulls down a whiteboard and takes out a cane, pointing the tip to the words listed below, lol):

1) Kakashi-sensei must not know what they are trying to do for the time being

2) Each who find a nominee they think might suit Kakashi-sensei, must also not know other nominees

3) Other jounins and friends of Kakashi-sensei must not know either, for they might interfere

Starting with Naruto….

"Bah, this'll be easy." Naruto said to himself as he started downtown. Sakura went uptown, and Sasuke departed into the woods; Naruto sniggered. "Like as if that moron will ever find a girl there." He wandered around, staring at girls in shops, on the streets, everywhere, before he passed the Ichiraku ramen, Naruto's favourite place, and his stomach growled – he hadn't had breakfast yet.

"Ne, I suppose having breakfast wouldn't hurt…" Then he thought again. "Iie! I can't have ramen divert my attention from helping Kaka-sensei!" yet, his stomach protested, and he ran inside, sitting on an empty chair, slapping the counter repeatedly to get the shopkeeper's attention. "One bowl of Shrimp Ramen please!"

With Sakura….

As much as Sakura wanted to search with Sasuke, she believed the woods weren't exactly a good choice, therefore stuck to town, which was filled with civilisation as the woods were filled with animals. Now, she pondered – what kinds of women did Kakashi-sensei like? Yet again, Kakashi didn't seem to show interest in any woman they had met so far – he's been too engrossed with his books – Sakura sunk into deep consideration – maybe he should get married to the book instead. With that thought, she giggled to herself hysterically.

"Kakashi-sensei should be suited perfectly with a woman as smart as he is." She said to herself. "Kurenai-sama could be a good nominee – but she's busy…. And Kaka-sensei seems more friends with her than being lovers…" Conveniently, she arrived at the bookstore, where Kakashi purchased his Icha Icha books.

Sakura entered, and immediately went into the 'non-fiction' side, looking through gaps in bookshelves where people would be seen browsing through books or reading them at the spot. She spotted one particular pretty girl, and stepped up casually, trying not to look suspicious, and looked at the cover of the book she had. And it said - "Taijutsu for Dummies."

Sakura frowned, and walked past. She found another girl – this time, she was reading 'Laws and the Facets of the Existence of Discipline'. Nah, this girl was too smart. Another girl Sakura found was at the Ninjutsu section, curiously, Sakura sidled up. The girl was reading: "The Hungry Little Summoned ANBU Anteater." It was a book for young children. Sakura sweatdropped.

Sighing, the pink hared girl walked back up, and she spotted the adult graphic novels section by which was opposite the Biography section. The whole shelf was filled with the Icha Icha stuff – hoping that no-one would see her, Sakura quickly marched over, and swallowed, wistfully expecting to see a woman amongst the shelves, only to see other middle aged men with a sordid and dodgy look on their faces as they were reading these books… Of course, Sakura felt a bit silly – any woman would be disgusted to see these things in a man's pocket, so why would a woman even like these kinds of stuff? Sakura walked back to the front door, just going past the counter, where a woman was just being served – and a familiar looking orange book peeped out from her bag amongst some other books.

Sakura froze.

Could that be….

An Icha Icha book?

It was a woman – buying an Icha Icha Paradise book (!).

Sakura struck gold!

With Sasuke…

He wondered why he let Naruto influence him like this. Going on a search to find a girl for their sensei? He grumbled – that's just stupid. Instead, Sasuke had used the time he had to himself to train, and he was glad Sakura didn't follow him this time – he needn't some thinking space. He seated himself high on a tree branch above a spot he found to be secluded, and took out his flute, before; he placed his lips over the delicate instrument, and began playing. The sweet tune was carried off into the woods, floating amongst the soft breeze, and somehow, Sasuke believed he heard a response.

A response – just underneath him at ground level.

The tree he was in was quite high, so Sasuke leapt down to the ground from tree to tree which took some time, and he realised that the atmosphere at this level was kind of misty, and there was a sound of running water…. He looked at the water's edge, there seemed to be an oil spill leaking over the water, and a few fish were floating upside down in the current, clearly dead. And he could someone 'singing' tunelessly...

Having a bath is what I despise the most

Getting squeaky clean is what boys adore though

Perfume on face

Shampooed hair

Painted feet

Body lotion on skin

Make everything nice 'n neat

People find me as an ecological threat

Fish die when they smell my sweat….

……………

Okay……..?

(A/N: I know it's not really a song, but... please bear with me)

Sasuke was….. grossed out. It wasn't much of a song… more like some kind of chant. He turned to leave, accidentally stepping on invisible twig he hadn't seen on the floor before. The singing stopped – Sasuke… began to sweat and stayed rigid on his spot, unable to move. The bush in which he was hiding under suddenly got cut in half right in front of him, just narrowly missing his nose.

"Well, well." The woman said as she gazed at him with her dark red eyes. "Lookie here, this must be the youngest pervert in history…"

Sasuke's face reddened when he realised this tall woman was just wearing a towel, hair wet and everything – droplets of water trickling over her skin, an overly large shuriken which had cut the bush in half was held in her grasp. But on the other hand, he thought….

Back to Naruto….

"Ah!" The blondie let out a satisfied belch, before sitting back on the stool, patting his full stomach. "That's another bowl finished! I have enough room, for seconds! Another bowl, arigatou!" He called to the shopkeepers, waving the empty bowl up and down.

The old-ghost-of-a-man shopkeeper re-emerged from behind a beaded curtain which led to another room of the kitchen at the counter, and he collected Naruto's bowl, before going back inside. "Ne, Fukushima-san, there's another bowl for you to clean."

Naruto could hear a loud splash – obviously the old man had dropped the bowl into a bucket of other dirty dishes.

"Teme!" An angry voice shouted from behind the curtain. Naruto stopped picking at his teeth and glanced over (A/N is it 'teme', or 'deme' by the way? I couldn't decide). "Where are these pile of dirty dishes coming from! I'm not even finished the first batch yet! Who could be such a pig and eat all this ramen in one go?"

"Fukushima-san, don't be so impolite. Ayame-chan can teach you a thing or two to speed things up." The shopkeeper told this rather loud-mouthed girl. "It's as if you've never even worked before. Get a move on!"

"Che, I am only 19 years old." The girl moaned, she picked up a dish and began scrubbing at it furiously. "And I've never done these kinds of jobs before."

"19 years old? You ought to be ashamed of yourself – at such an age and you've never worked before? You're lucky Hokage-sama had mercy on you. Ayame, please help Fukushima-san."

"It's Oyo-chan!"

"Hai… Hai." The old man said.

The ramen girl named Ayame sauntered over and kneeled down beside this girl named 'Oyo-chan'. From what Naruto had heard, this girl seemed rather rude and lazy. "Ah, Oyo-chan, you're not washing them properly - Oyo-chan! You don't put clean dishes on the floor! Oyo-chan, why is there so much bubbles? You were only supposed to put in a few drops of detergent! Oyo-chan, where did you get this sponge from? It looks like the one used to wash the bin - "

Naruto sweatdropped.

"Okay, Oyo-chan. I'd better take charge of cleaning the dishes. Our customers are getting rather demanding, you help us take their orders, please."

"Fine, fine, Ayame-chan." Oyo got up, wiped her hands on her apron, and took the bowl of ramen from the kitchen counter. "Ayame-chan, who ordered this?"

"The blonde boy on the left. Can't miss him." She replied.

Oyo nodded and pulled the curtain apart, before stepping out.

Naruto gaped at her.

She stared at him.

"NOT YOU AGAIN!" They shouted in unison.

It was the travelling saleswoman, this time, she had lost the trench jacket and was wearing a pale blue yukata and an apron with chicks sewn on the pocket, but she still kept her sunglasses on though. The hat was replaced with a white clothes tied around her head. She groaned as she set out the bowl in front of Naruto, seeing as he was the only blonde customer there. "Ne, why do I keep bumping into you, laddie?"

"I live here, duh." He pointed to his forehead protector, "What about you? I thought you were arrested." He said suspiciously.

"Ne, I'm not a bad person. I just sold copied scrolls from the original to people. You don't trust me, do you?"

"Not on your life!"

"Look, I was pardoned and cleared by Hokage-sama – had to wait for 12 hours in jail first all yesterday night and this morning. I'm tired to the core. The Hokage said that I could be a citizen in this darling peaceful village as long as I changed my ways – ie, I'm not allowed to sell anymore, and make money normally by getting a job. I agreed." Oyo said as she sat down in front of him behind the counter. "And my name is Fukushima Oyoshi, so you can stop calling me 'lady'. You can call me Oyo-chan for short. What's your name?"

"Uzumaki Naruto." He lifted up his bowl of ramen. "Why are you working here anyway?"

"Well, the ramen stand seems to be the most favourite place in this village – possibly even a tourist attraction - and there's a lot of customers, so they'll need a lot of people to help out, boy were I surprised when I only saw this old man and Ayame-chan here." Oyo replied. "And… I like ramen."

"Good. Me too, I looooooove ramen. Whoever invented it, I must thank them." Naruto finished slurping the noodles and smiled at her, before dropping half of them down. "Ah! Hot, hot, hot!"

"Naruto-kun, you shouldn't be such a pig and take some time to actually enjoy your meal." She said. "And look at the state of you, no napkins whatsoever." She protruded out a flannel and handed it to him.

"Arigatou, Oyo-chan." He took the flannel and wiped his face, realising that he had a piece of scallop attached on his cheek. He handed it back to her, but she indicated that he could keep it for the time being. "Ano – Oyo-chan, have you really changed your ways?"

"Of course I have! But I recently made this gadget and I'm trying to sell it." She looked around doubtfully, and then took out a pair of chopsticks.

"What's with that?" He said. "They look normal."

"Ah… wait till I add this on." She turned away from him, began fixing something, and then turned back round to Naruto. "Look! Chopsticks fitted with a mini-fan!"

Indeed, the pair of chopsticks was fitted with a fan – the kind of ones Temari uses for a weapon, except, this one was really, really, really microscopic compared to it, and definitely not used as a weapon. "You press this button here – " She pressed a funny looking switch, and then, the fan began moving up and down. "And you can use it while you eat ramen so you won't get burned. I remembered I had it when you just went 'hot, hot, hot'. Well, go ahead and try it. You can be my new rat to test my products on."

Naruto accepted the modelled chopsticks and put down the other pair, then he pulled the switch, and as he used the chopsticks to lift up the ramen from the bowl, the fan would blow away the hot steam coming from it. Naruto laughed. "That's funny!"

"You can test it out for some time. I'm still developing it."

"Gee, Oyo-chan, you sure are smart, thinking of such cool things."

She blushed behind the sunglasses. "Me – smart? Oh, no, I couldn't be – hehehehe… But thanks, Naruto-kun; you're my first friend here, we are… 'friends', right?"

"Of course." Naruto said, mouthful of noodles.

Oyo smiled faintly, and watched him finish off his noodles. "Boy, you sure are a fast eater."

Naruto patted his stomach. "I think that's me done. Well, I'd better pop off now." He paid her, before leaping off the stool. But then, just before he left, he remembered. "Oyo-chan?"

"Ya?" She finished counting the money and stuffed it into the till behind the counter.

"You remember…. Kakashi-sensei, right?"

Oyo thought. "Oh, that guy who arrested me the last time when I first met you? Hai, I do. What about him?"

Naruto grinned wolfishly again.

With Sakura….

The girl had tagged the woman for some time now, following her to the female toilets of the market, down to the park, past the woods and even back downtown. Sakura was tired. Eventually, the stalked woman, who had mousy brown hair tied into a low ponytail over one shoulder, and was wearing a flower print t-shirt, made a stop to a flower shop. Sakura realised that this as Ino's family's flower shop.

Sakura eyed the woman wearily as she entered the flower shop, before stealthily and silently, Sakura slithered over and opened the door, hating the fact that there was a bell – meaning that whenever someone came, the owner would know.

"Ohayou, Sakura-chan!"

She winced, and waved at Ino behind the counter who was waving at her happily. "Ohayou, Ino-chan." She replied quietly, watching the woman from the corner of her eye.

"Hm? Sakura-chan, are you looking for something?" Ino asked.

"Ne? Ah… uh…. Just, er… browsing…" Sakura continued trailing the woman, who had delved deeper into the shop. "Don't mind me…"

"Ano… Sakura-chan?"

"Hai?"

"How is…. Sasuke-kun doing?"

"Eh? He's uh… okay…" Sakura leant off the counter and began to tail the woman. "Uh.. be back in a second, Ino-chan."

The blonde girl frowned at Sakura's retreating back. Sakura-chan can be so selfish sometimes. I just wanted to know how Sasuke-kun was doing and she refuses to tell me.

With a small sweat drop, Sakura went into the deep winding maze of flowers on display, eventually finding a source – her shoe got caught on something that was sticking out, and Sakura almost tripped over.

"Oh! Gomen nasai!" A small voice squeaked from behind.

Sakura regained her balance and looked at the woman. She was average looking, with glasses perched on her nose, thin arms, pale skin, circles under her eyes – and in her hand was a pair of scissors, her other hand holding a stem of a flower. In front of her was an Icha Icha book… The woman was sitting cross legged on the floor, and she moved her foot – which Sakura had tripped over. "Oh… that's alright…" Her gaze landed on the book. "That book…"

The woman looked at her Icha Icha book, burned bright red and quickly closed it. "J-Just a pastime of mine, that's all…."

Inwardly, Sakura smiled.

Later….

At the end of the day, the trio re-gathered at the park. Naruto was hogging a park bench all to himself, Sakura sat on the swing, and Sasuke was just perched on top of a tree with his eyes closed.

"Ne." Naruto began, "I still can't believe Sasuke found himself a nominee." He giggled.

Sasuke flushed visibly, remembering what happened in the afternoon. Sakura frowned slightly. "Well, what about you, Naruto?" She asked.

"I got the best fish in the sea, Sakura-chan!" He exclaimed. "She broke out of jail, and is working in the Ichiraku ramen stand! She's inventive and funny!"

Sakura sweat dropped as she thought. In this case, she'll be just the female counterpart of Naruto…? "You found a criminal? And you think Kakashi might be interested in her?"

"Yes I have the utmost confidence in her." Naruto replied. "What about you, Sakura-chan?"

"I found a woman who likes those Icha Icha Paradise books Kakashi-sensei reads..." Sakura replied proudly. Inner Sakura: "Hah! Top that! I've won, you losers!"

Sasuke and Naruto almost choked.

Darn her… Naruto and Sasuke thought to themselves with a frown; Naruto jutting out his lower lip fiercely at Sakura.

"Sasuke-kun?"

"………." There was a slight silence. "She can fight." Sasuke mumbled as he looked to the side.

Naruto clasped his hands together, "Well, we all found a nominee. But who's going to… capture Kakashi-sensei's heart?"

Sakura crossed her arms over her chest. "That sounds so wrong….Do you think Kakashi-sensei will like what we're planning for him? It feels wrong."

And Inner Sakura: "OMG! This feels so interesting! This is just like those Blind Date game shows!"

The Next Day….

"Sakura-chan? Why are we at a flower shop?" Kakashi asked, as the pink haired girl literally dragged him over downtown right after their mission, although they were all tired and hungry, but Sakura, she was determined for Kakashi to meet her, even though Sakura was in a bad state.

"I want you to help me to pick out some flowers for er… a wedding." She quickly blurted out. She didn't care if she was lying – all she wanted was to have this day done and over. Naruto and Sasuke were moodily following – the trio had agreed over lunch without Kakashi's presence that he would have to meet their nominees without knowing. Sakura, being the first – as she won the rounds in Rock, Paper, Scissors, best 2 out of 3 – apparently, Sasuke hadn't taken part – Naruto frowned at him. That Sasuke moron was over-confident with his nominee. He wondered why. Unfortunately Oyo-chan would have to meet Kakashi some other time – not that Naruto really cared – after all, she had met their sensei before in a bad start, but hopefully, the two could work something out?

Sakura pushed the door open, and Ino looked up. "Ohayou – AAGHH! Sasuke-kun!" Her blue eyes sculpted into lovehearts and she dashed out of the counter, grabbing onto Sasuke's arm. "How nice of you to visit me! Did you miss me, Sasuke-kun?" She said in a sweet puppy-dog voice.

The other rejected girl had dangerous shadows over her eyes. "Hey, Ino! Sasuke is with ME!" Sakura pulled Sasuke's other arm towards her, letting go of Kakashi who joined Naruto's lone self in the corner.

"Shut up, Forehead-Girl!"

Sakura went bright pink to match her hair.

"I-I-Ino-pig!" Sakura screamed back.

And the bickering began.

"You feeling rejected too, Naruto?" Kakashi joked as he stood beside the blonde boy who was glaring daggers at Sasuke.

Naruto nodded slightly. "Sasuke. I. Hate. Him!" He said under gritted teeth. This was so unfair! How come no girls fought over him? Naruto went to a lone corner, spotlight focused on him, he began drawing circles with his finger on the ground. But still, watching Sasuke with his eyes closed, arms 'crossed', being jerked by the arm from left to right by two arguing girls didn't tickle Naruto's fancy.

Amidst the brightly coloured, sweet smelling fragrance of the flowers, Kakashi spotted a rose haired girl in the centre of the flowery rows, her green eyes behind her glasses glanced up at him from her book, before she realised that he was staring back at her – she looked from side to side in a quirky manner, before looking back into her book, her face reddening. She was reading a large book, called 'Hokage's 4th Theorem', and also watering the plants in progress. The girl hid behind her book even more.

Kakshi looked at his students – they seemed preoccupied; Ino, Sasuke and Sakura engaged in a heated discussion (or fight) and a fierce game of tug-of-war – Naruto was just brooding – that's a hobby for him to do now. Kakashi wandered up to the girl, hands in his pockets.

"Hi."

She didn't realise that he had come up from behind her, and she dropped her watering can, and the book – or shall it be said – 'books'? She squeaked and turned round.

"Gomen ne." Kakashi said to her sheepishly. "Didn't mean to frighten you."

"I-It's okay, s-sir."

He bent down to collect her things and she went down as well – she hastily collected her book, and he got the watering can, before she stood back up awkwardly. Kakashi got back up as well, scratching the back of his head. "Oh, you missed something – " Kakashi stared at the orange cover of the small book that was perhaps, had been lying under her 'Hokage's 4th Theorem'. "Icha Icha Paradise….?"

Her face flushed as he picked it up, she quickly grabbed it from him and hid it behind into her opened 'Hokage's 4th Theorem' – the way she had put her big book in front of her Icha Icha Paradise… so, she was secretly reading the Icha Icha book instead…. "Uh….." She bit her lip and looked away uncomfortably.

"Hai." She added. "It's… my uh… book – I read it… during my… um… leisure time…." She coughed. Gawd, this was so embarrassing – now this polite looking man would really think she is a pervert.

Kakashi brought out of his own from her pocket, and her eyes widened, glasses falling over her nose. "Ah… you read it too?" She squeaked at him, holding up the book.

He nodded in response, eye curled – he was smiling. "Jiraiya's work is the best. You?"

She smiled awkwardly. "It's one of my favourites…"

And meanwhile, Naruto's jaw was dropping as he watched the scene. "What's… happening?"

Finally, the two girls let go of him and Sasuke almost sailed into a bush at the corner, but managed to keep his balance. He thought; this is lame…

Team 7 were now gawking at their sensei.

Sakura cheered inwardly. Yes! Score 1 for me!

Evening….

God, couldn't Kakashi put a sock to it? He had been rambling on non-stop about the scene at the flower shop – about Tsukashi Hana – the woman who works part time in that shop, and who shares an interest of reading Icha Icha Paradise books as a piece of 'artwork' as she claimed, by Jiraiya-sama, while Kakashi just reads it 'just to see what happens next'. They were at the ramen stand; Naruto had deliberately pushed Kakashi right at the spot where he could get a good glimpse of Oyo-chan in the kitchen, whilst he sat beside him, then Sakura, then Sasuke. Kakashi still hadn't stopped talking.

"This is extremely rare – Naruto – treating me to ramen?" Kakashi said as he looked at Naruto, who smiled back at him. "Are you guys getting something?"

Naruto nodded convincingly.

Sakura looked at her hands. I wonder who Naruto has found. He said she had went to jail… would she be this scary-looking woman?

"Well, Kakashi-sensei seems sure pleased to have met a girl who likes those dirty books as much as he does." Naruto said under his breath. He hurriedly pressed on the bell numerous times to get the 'waitress' to serve them.

"Oyo-chan, could you get that?" Ayame's voice was heard from in the kitchen.

"Hai, hai – " The beaded curtain was parted, and out came a rather worn out Oyo, adorned in the same pink apron with the chicks and words 'Piyo Piyo' on the pouch. "Oh, Naruto-kun, you're here – and these must be your little friends!"

Kakashi stopped talking and glanced at her, before tiredly; he took out his book and set it in front of him. Sakura waved sheepishly at the girl. What's the sunglasses for? Is… Is this the girl Naruto found? Ne, she looks scrawny and small. How can she be a criminal?

Sasuke silently eyed her cautiously. This is the criminal?

"Guys, meet Oyo-chan!" Naruto said proudly, gesturing to the blue haired girl who stared back at them behind the sunglasses. "This is Sakura-chan – and that over there is Sasuke. And you remember our teacher, Kakashi-sensei from last time, don't you?"

She turned to Kakashi with half lidded eyes (which couldn't be seen behind her sunglasses), "Ne, oyaji, you're here too?" Oyo sneered at the jounin.

"Oyo-san?" He blinked at her dully.

"Yup, it's me. You're wondering why I'm out of jail, isn't that right?" She said with hands on her hips.

Kakashi pondered. "Actually, no, Gai told me some time ago, I'm just wondering why you've chosen this career." He remembered her the first time he met her – she was a trench coat clad sneaky saleswoman. He could see she hadn't ditched the sunglasses yet though. However, the hat was substituted with a white cloth tied around the crown of her head.

"I like ramen -" She merely replied, "- Oyaji." She added cheekily.

A small vein popped in Kakashi's head. "My name is Hatake Kakashi, I told you this before." Sheesh, what was wrong with this girl? She stuck her tongue out at him and licked her finger in a slobberish manner, before using it to separate the paper on the pad, a pen clutched in the other hand.

"Whatever, Hatake-san. Now, how may I take your order?" She asked lazily.

At that point, Kakashi smirked under his mask.

Later….

Oyo re-emerged out with four bowls of ramen – Naruto, Sasuke and Sakura ordered the same as one another, whilst Kakashi went daring, he ordered Superior Rice Vermicelli with extra pepper. Ooh (that's a very spicy dish, I think). She gave them each her special fans for their chopsticks. Naruto already having a pair of his own. Sasuke stared at the gadget, before using them, and Sakura seemed to have thought that they were quite cute.

"Three bowls of Chicken Vegetable ramen – " Oyo placed the hot bowls in front of Sasuke, Sakura and Naruto, before looking at Kakashi. "And the Rice Vermicelli – Enjoy your meal, don't forget to leave a tip." She said monotonously, as if she was reciting a verse (which she was doing).

The students split the wooden chopsticks in half, and attached the fan on. Naruto almost began to gobble everything up in his dish in a matter of seconds, and was waving the empty bowl at Oyo again. Oyo wiped her forehead and placed a hand on her hip – she wasn't too glad that the only customers were these four – it was getting late, almost when the store was about to close. Ayame and the old man were already cleaning up most of the pots, ready to withdraw for the night. Oyo turned to head back into the kitchen.

"Wait, Oyo-san."

She looked at Kakashi, "What is it?"

"Why is there a fly in my bowl?" He pointed to his noodles. Naruto didn't stop slurping, Sakura and Sasuke stopped though.

She blinked. "Ha?" And she wandered over to him, and looked into his bowl. There was a visible black dot on the surface of the soup, twitching. Her mouth formed a tiny 'o'. "Oh…. Er… gomen?" Oyo took his bowl back in. Customer guarantee/refund – they were allowed to have their money back – or a refill if they were not satisfied with the meal. Kakashi wanted another bowl.

Oyo looked back at the perfectly hot, steaming bowl of Rice Vermicilli. "What's wrong, Oyo-chan?" Ayame asked.

"There's a fly in the noodles." She replied.

"Pour it down the drain."

She did so, at first, the noodles went into the bin, before she went over to the sink to pour the soup – then – POOF! Oyo blinked. The fly was replaced with a little leaf.

Oyo stared.

He tricked me! Why that no good, annoying little, gut wrenching –

DING! DING! DING!

"What's taking so long?" Kakashi was shouting. "Oyo-san! I'm getting hungry! What terrible service!"

His students stared at him. What's wrong with Kakashi-sensei?

With gritted teeth, Oyo came back out with another bowl, and placed it in front of Kakashi. "There. Enjoy your meal." And I hope you choke on it!

Kakashi eyed it warily. "Matte,"

Oyo turned back round.

"This ramen looks like… it's made out of plain medium flour…" He murmured.

"And?" She said with a raised eyebrow.

"I'm allergic to that kind of flour." He pushed the bowl away from him. "I want buckwheat."

Naruto, Sasuke and Sakura all sweatdropped. Nani? What is Kakashi-sensei doing? Oyo is getting pissed.

There was a silence. "Ohhhhh." Oyo drawled with sarcasm. "Well, excuuuuse me." She snatched the bowl from him and went back into the kitchen.

A few minutes later, she came out yet again. "There, buckwheat flour, no fly. Enjoy."

"Oyo-san?"

"What now?"

"The lettuce isn't to the left. I like everything to the left." He said, there was a visible smirk under his mask.

Naruto stuffed his knuckles to his mouth. Kakashi-sensei is deliberately pushing her buttons - !

Oyo took the chopsticks out from his hands, and prodded the lettuce to the left. Kakashi blinked drearily. "Oyo-san?"

"Oh, sorry." She said mockingly, "That's my left." She furiously poked the lettuce to his left, "Happy now?"

He nodded. "Hai, hai, arigatou." Then he slipped his finger to the tip of his mask, about to pull it down but first – he sniffed it, "Oyo-san?"

Her teeth clenched. "Yes?"

"I can tell there's not enough chilli sauce."

She took the bowl away from him and stomped back into the kitchen. Sakura and Sasuke watched her, and then glanced at Kakashi. "What?" he said with a shrug.

Inside, she deliberately added half of the bottle as she glared at him from behind the curtain furiously. "Oyo-chan, are you okay?" Ayame asked as she finished cleaning out a large pot.

"Yes. I'm fine." Oyo went back out to the open. "Buckwheat flour, no fly, lettuce to the left, added chilli sauce." She shoved it under his nose, and then she irately marched back into the kitchen.

DING DING!

She grimaced. What now?

"Too much sauce," He complained.

"What? But you haven't even tasted it yet!" She barked at him, pointing to the ramen.

He tapped his nose. Her fists tightened – oh, how she really wanted to strangle him! But with contained anger welling inside her, she smiled sincerely at him, took his bowl from his hands and dawdled back into the kitchen.

At the same time of making a voodoo doll of dough and naming it 'Hatake Kakashi', and having to re-cook the same dish again, having to open a new pack of buckwheat flour, chopping up lettuce, boiling water and dumping in other vital ingredients, Oyo finally entered the front, Naruto, Sasuke and Sakura looking at her as she smiled cheerfully at them.

Such patience! Sakura thought with admiration, she had looked at Naruto's way.

One hand holding the bowl, the other behind her back squishing the flour out of her dough voodoo doll, Oyo gave the bowl to Kakashi sweetly.

Kakashi immediately started. "On second thought, I'm not hungry anymore."

Oyo's jaw dropped, so did the students. "Why, you-you-!" Then her hand rose slowly, still holding the bowl, she was about to –

Inner Oyo 1: Matte! Humiliating a jounin in front of his students – isn't that a bit nasty?

Inner Oyo 2: Who cares? He's humiliated you far enough! He's nasty!

Inner Oyo 3: Yeah, I know… but…. He is still a customer, what if we lose our jobs?

Inner Oyo 1: Okay, she has a point, better keep it cool….

Kakashi blinked at her, she seemed to have frozen on the spot – before she blinked, and slumped. "Oh… I – where am I again? Oh yes, I'll just take this back in…. But first - Eat this!" She threw the voodoo doll at him. Kakashi ducked in time and it went flying onto the street, landing at some walker's feet.

Crickets chirped.

Then –

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

"Shall we go now, Kakashi-sensei? I think Oyo-chan is angry…" Naruto mumbled, as he stared at the red-faced girl who was breathing heavily on the spot, steam billowing out of her ears, ramen bowl on the table which seemed dangerously within her range to be grabbed at and hurled at any unsuspecting person namely Kakashi – Naruto gulped.

Kakashi blinked, "Hai, might as well. Money's on the table."

Sakura pointed out, "But Kakashi-sensei – Naruto was meant to – "

"Sakura-chan, it doesn't matter. Well, ja-ne, Oyo-san. I'll see you when you've toned down." Kakashi said to her, with a small wink.

Oyo stopped seething, and instead, gave him the most diabolical evil and dark glare she could ever muster, before turning on her heels and disappearing back into the kitchen.

"Ne, Kakashi-sensei. Why did you make Oyo-chan so mad?" Naruto asked.

"I was just teasing her. I'll… go see how she's doing." Kakashi waved to them, and then sat back at the same stool, pressing the bell. This time, Ayame came out. Kakashi looked at her, "Ne, where is Oyo-chan?"

"Uh… She's just brooding by herself at the back door, but she'll be okay in a few minutes. May I take your order?"

"No, thank you, I was just checking up on her. How is she?"

"Well… she's really... angry…" Ayame muttered. What hashe done to poor Oyo-chan? Kakashi-san is normally well-being and generous...

Kakashi got up from his stool and wandered to the back. There was the girl, in a ferocious moody breakdown, her bottom lip sticking out as she frowned – she was infuriated. How dare he mock her in front of Naruto and his friends! She had never felt so humiliated in her life! Oyo was busy tormenting a metal soup ladle, bending it into different shapes and sizes as she cursed loudly – passer bys were giving her odd glances.

"That bastard, dirty, low down, good for nothing – "

"Yo." He said casually to her, giving her a small salute.

She stared at him, and then bent the soup ladle in half – Kakashi noticed the murderous wave of force that was being emitted from her. "YOU! What do you want now! Haven't you embarrassed me enough in front of your students!" She screamed, so loudly that her voice echoed around the streets.

Kakashi thought she was going to explode from the inside soon if she didn't cool off – and people were really beginning to give them odd looks. "Oyo-san, calm down." He sat down beside her on the back door step, but she shoved him off.

"Get way from me! You're a creep! You're evil! You're a horrible man! You're – "

He shut her up by placing a palm over her mouth; she immediately pulled him away from her.

"Get your filthy hands off me!"

"Oyo-san – "

"What have I ever done to deserve to meet you in my life!"

"Oyo-san – "

"You, out of all people, are sad! S.A.D. SAD! You get your sick kicks from making me suffer, don't you? My mother was right. Konoha is filled with nasty men like you!"

"O – "

"First, you arrest me, then as I dig out from jail half-dead, I end up in your pla - " She stopped.

Kakashi stopped. "What… did you say?"

"Nothing."

He gave her the most uncomfortable stare, ever. "That was you, wasn't it? You're the one who broke into my house."

"………….. So…… So what? I didn't steal anything, honest! All I done was just return you to bed and leave, it was so pathetic seeing you all drunk and gunk."

"Oyo-san!" He shouted feverishly.

She winced and gulped, and now he was really angry… then she suffered from a ten minute lecture by Kakashi.

Those ten minutes later…

"… You didn't see anything, did you?" He decided to give her a second chance, and not turn her in (but what would be the charges anyway? He already had the hole patched up).

She stopped. "As in… your face?" He stared, hard at her and she gulped again. "No. I didn't want to see your face. Anyway, you're probably butt ugly." She said with a snort as she brushed her hair back. "Now go away!"

He glared at her with the half lidded eye. "Look, I'm sorry, okay, I was just messing with you at the stand." Then he smiled.

Oyo frowned. "What are you smiling about? You deliberately made me provide exceptional service!"

"And?"

"Oh, you're so annoying! Leave me alone!" Oyo didn't care if he was going to kill her or not now. She was F.U.R.I.O.U.S.

"Just calm down first…" He patted her on the shoulder – she was going to bite off his hand so he withdrew it quickly. "Take deep breaths."

Oyo realised that she was going to explode sooner or later, so she swallowed and began to exhale and inhale normally.

"Good. Are you feeling better?"

"Sorta." She hiccupped slightly. "You really are a jerk."

"So you say. But have you forgiven me?"

She shrugged and looked away. "I'm still angry at you."

He rolled his eye. "You know, I am quite hungry."

There were a few moments of silence.

She sighed and rested her head in her hands. "…….How may I take your order?" She mumbled incoherently.

With Team 7, minus Kakashi…

Well, that evening sure was eventful. Sasuke snickered at Naruto as the three walked back home. "Kakashi sure liked your nominee." He said, his voice oozing strict sarcasm.

"Shut up, you bastard! I don't know why Kakashi-sensei was annoying her!" Naruto reprimanded with his eyes closed, whiskers seemingly to be flaring. "What about yours? We've not seen her yet."

"Oh, she's already got her own plans." Sasuke replied with his hands in his pockets.

"Sasuke-kun…" Sakura started, beginning to get nervous. "Just who…. Did you find?"

With Kakashi….

Oyo's temper sure was rotten. Kakashi had just returned home, back from the ramen stand, after having a short normal talk with the girl who seemed to have forgiven him for the time being and treated him to a plain bowl of ramen, without him complaining or this time she really would strangle him.

As Oyo went back inside to get some salt for him, he quickly finished it. But instead, as Oyo came back out with the salt shaker, as most people were impressed with Kakashi's skill for being super speedy – she took it the wrong way.

"Where's the ramen?" She asked.

"I ate it."

"No, you didn't. I was just gone a second, you couldn't have – " Then her brow furrowed. "What did you do to it?"

"I ate it." He repeated.

"Liar! No-one can eat so fast without getting indigestion or the hiccups, besides, the ramen was bloody hundred degrees hot straight from the bubbling pot, you couldn't have!"

"But I did."

He was greeted with a pan being thrown at his head. "How dare you waste my cooking!" Oyo screamed at him.

He rubbed his head. The pan did come in contact with him – he had deliberately done so, as Oyo probably would be even angrier at him if it had missed. But she rubbered him once she had collected the now-bent pan as he tried to talk to her, and she trudged back into the kitchen. Kakashi left.

He had just taken off his shoes, and was still present at the landing before the doorbell rang. He opened the previously locked door and blinked at the person standing on his 'Home Sweet Home' mat.

The woman before him was tall, had long, curly black hair and was wearing a plain white t-shirt and black shorts. "Hi…" She drawled. The woman was buxom; pale skinned and had long elegant fingers that were currently resting on the collar of her t-shirt. She smiled at him, adding in a smile.

"Uh… how may I help you, miss?" He had a hard time staring at her (without drooling slightly).

"I just moved upstairs today – and there's a leak in the sink, can you have a look at it? You look like a strong man." She purred.

He swallowed. Oh god, he thought. This was just like a chapter from his book! And ooh, boy… was it hot in here, or was it just him? "Er… sure, miss." Wait – he didn't remember the landlord allowing someone to rent the apartment upstairs – hell, he didn't even remember the flat being there…. But – what the heck?

"Please," She said charmingly, putting a hand on his chest, the fingertips gently kneading at the soft fabric of his vest. "Call me Leiko."

And now….

He was still at Leiko's house – she had asked him to double check and tighten the pipes to the leaky sink whilst she sat on top of the washing machine eating a banana, and sipping an 'energy drink'. The leaky sink, Kakashi believed, seemed to have been self-afflicted – or else how could the bolt had just 'miraculously' sprung off a well welded pipe on its own?

Kakashi re-emerged from under the sink cabinet and replaced the spanner in the handyman box. "Well, that's it done. It should be fine now, Leiko-chan."

"Wah!" She cooed, hopping off the washing machine, smiling. "Kakashi-kun is sooo smart."

He particularly liked the way how she said his name like that – with such fire, such passion. Ooh. It sent shivers down his spine. He closed his eye in bliss – yet. He snapped out of it, and cleared his throat. He was a well and rational man. He could control himself.

"Are you okay, Kakashi-kun?"

There she goes again.

Another tingle ran up his spine.

She had somehow stepped dangerously close to him, eyes boring into his, he was lucky his face was concealed behind the mask, or she wouldn't know how he was grinning and how much he was sweating underneath. He could feel her breath over him, and her sweet perfume from her body… he swallowed hard.

"Yes, I'm fine." He straightened and turned to leave, Leiko hanging off him.

"Aww, why don't you stay for dinner? I'm making Pommes de Terre Dauphinoise, Lentilles Braisees aux Lardous and Salase Nicoise… They're healthy and delicious…"

Ahem, another little note from the authoress:

Pommes de Terre Dauphinoise: French Scalloped Potatoes

Lentilles Braisees aux Lardous: Lentils with Bacon

Salase Nicoise: Provencal Salad

They're all French dishes by the way.

Kakashi remembered the ramen incident. "Uh… No thanks, Leiko-chan, but thanks for the offer. Good night." He entered her corridor, to the front door, before –

She latched behind him tightly, pressing him to the wall. "Matte – I haven't repaid you yet." She said slyly.

"Nani? That's unnecessary." He said with a visible sweatdrop.

She spun him around so he faced her. "Nonsense, you baka." She whispered in his ear, pressing onto him.

"No, really, Leiko-chan…" He said quietly ad nervously. "It's okay."

"I don't take 'no' as an answer, Kakashi-kun." And she grabbed him by the chin roughly, and planted a long kiss on over his mouth – well, over his mask, most like it.

Kakashi was speechless.

She broke off, both were breathing heavily. "You." She said heavily as she breathed. "Are a Sex God." She kissed him again, Kakashi found himself wrapping his arms around her – heck, it wasn't common that women threw themselves at him. They both fell onto the floor. It was cold and sore because of the planks – but who cared? Leiko broke off again, and began to kiss at his exposed skin, giggling in progress, then she lifted her hand up from his chest to pull down his mask to continue but –

"Kakashi-kun?" She looked at him in surprise.

"Gomen, Leiko-chan." He had stopped her, before she could lift it down and wriggled out from underneath her (rather unwillingly). "I should really go."

She smiled at him awkwardly and rolled off before getting back up, tidying her hair and clothes. "Well… if you insist. I-I'm glad I met you, Kakashi-kun."

He waved at her as she opened the door for him, and then shut the door behind him still bathing in that moment, his face all sweaty.

Phew, that was close (!).

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If you've noticed, Leiko's a bit of the Mary-Sue – heck, she's pretty and she fights. Bet you could probably see that, huh? Still, she has some dirty secrets. And I'm... not really sure if french cooking exists in Naruto, but... in my story it does! Lol.