"Who is she?" Questioned one of the patrons who had just recently become a regular with eyes glued to the pink haired female standing in the middle of the bar. She sung into an old microphone, voice sensual and smooth as she belted out lyric after lyric. She was beautiful and not even a blind man could deny that because even her soul was shinning. The skin tight emerald dress only accentuated every dip and curve of her body as it hugged her in a tight lovers embrace, the slit up the left side giving a sinful view of one pale, pale leg and bare petite foot. She didn't ware makeup or any jewelry or even any shoes, but her green eyes were their own accessories.

The patron fought to take his eyes off of her as he looked back to the bartender and requested another drink. The white haired male raised an eyebrow as he looked a the female who could be no more than twenty, the patron couldn't see his mouth due to it being covered, but thought the bartender was smiling, even if his eyes did remain cold. "You don't wanna get caught up in a woman like that," the bartender said. The patron looked back at the girl just in time to see her give a small twirl of her hips.

"I would do anything for her," whispered the patron passionately, it was a whisper from a man in love.

The bartender sighed, "Look around, kid." The patron did and all he could see was eyes like his glued to singer; female and male a like all entranced by the female on stage. The patron could recognize a few of the people loitering around the bar, men and women with names more powerful than the president of the United States. "You aren't the only one interested in her," the bartender's words felt like an insult. The bartender placed the full glass of alcohol in front of the patron before leaning on the bar, "She's a queen here, kid. Worshiped like a Goddess by the strongest men and woman around, you don't stand a chance."

The patron glared at him, angry that this nobody had shot down his dream so quickly. "How do you that? You don't even know who I am."

"I know everybody," his one visible eye narrowed, "I suggest you learn who I am before getting yourself hurt."

Before the patron could respond a orange haired male stepped up to the bar. His blue eyes bright and eerie as he smiled at the older male, three lines tattooed on each side of his face. "Yo, Kakashi," the patrons eyes widened at the name, the white hair now hitting a spot in his memory that hadn't been touched, "I need a glass of water. Sakura's about to take a break and she'll probably be thirsty."

Kakashi nodded his head to the request just put in, "On it." He said as he smiled at the patron, now looking at him with an awe stuck expression. Everyone knew who Kakashi was, they called him the Kopi Ninja no Kakashi, he knew anything worth knowing and was as deadly as he was knowledgeable. Kakashi pulled out a clear bottle from underneath the counter, handing it over the orange haired male. "Here, Naruto, make sure to tell our girl it's from me." Naruto, Kiseki o Okasu Shonen, the patron knew of him, too. Kiseki o Okasu Shonen was known for the his exuberant personality that highly contrasted against his violent streak when he fought, much like Kakashi's quick and deadly and no wonder since the man had taught him.

Naruto turned on his heel and headed back towards his seat, one of the one's closest to the stage, smiling as he caught her eyes and held the bottle up. The crowd was in awe as she returned his smile, voice unwavering as she continued with her love ballad.

"I see you're catching on." Kakashi stated smugly, smiling at the gaping male sitting at his counter. "Like I said, better to stay away from a woman like that. Now that you know who I am, look around again. I'm sure you'll find the danger that clutches onto her." The patron did as he was told once again.

Sasuke, Garaa, Shikamura, Ino, Sai, Neji, and Yamato. So many more, stronger and fiercer men, Sasori and Deidara, Hidan and Kakuzu, Itachi and Kisame, Pein and Konan, Zetsu and Tobi. Then there were the men at the top of the chain, like the Senju's and Uchiha clan's. Hashirama, Tobirama, Itama, Kawarama, and Madara, Izuna, Kagami, Shisui. Was that Indra and Ashura?

The patron's eyes snapped back to the female singing in the middle of the room, who was she? He felt a small tap on his shoulder, with a stiff back he turned around to meet the eye's of Kakashi. "I suggest you stay away from her, see. Around here we keep our own protected," he meant they kept Sakura protected. "She's innocently oblivious to who we are and what we do, and we'd like to keep it that way, kid." Kakashi picked up another glass, once again going back to cleaning, "This is a peaceful place, and we'd hate to see it destroyed." Of course, the Senju's and Uchiha's have been at war for years. So has the Akatsuki and Ninja's. That's why he hadn't recognized everyone right away, they hadn't been fighting. He hadn't thought such a place existed, where they all came together in peace. Just to watch a girl sing? No, Kakashi had already said it, she was a Goddess worshiped by the strongest of the strong.

The patron about jumped over the bar in his attempt to get to Kakashi, a wasted effort on his part, as the white haired male easily side stepped him. "Tell me her name!" The patron begged, if he wasn't hanging halfway over the bar he would have fallen to his hands and knee's.

"If we told you, we'd have to kill you."

"Come on, Yagura, don't you think we could just tell him?" The patron looked at the short male, not stupid enough to think of him as anything less of what he was. A lethal machine, equipped to kill the biggest and the baddest.

Yagura stared at the bartender cleaning dishes, knowing he wouldn't look up any time soon. "If you tell him," he said easily, taking a sip from his cup, "you'll have to dispose of him yourself."

Kakashi sighed and shook his head, "So not worth it." He turned back to the panting patron, knowing the civilian was at his wits end. "Sorry, kid, no can do. You're not worth the trouble." Kakashi just wanted to have a bit of fun, even if did have to kill the kid afterwards, but he didn't want to clean it up by himself.

"Please," he begged again, close to tears.

The patron didn't notice the hushed silence that had fallen over the bar, nor did he realize all eyes were now on him, even the captivating green ones. Kakashi watched as the female crept up behind the crazed male, giggling as she watched him. The patron spun around, her ethereal beauty rendering him speechless up close, was it even possible to be that gorgeous? She placed a dainty hand on the patrons back, "Ne, Yagura. Kakashi. It's not fun to tease someone so cute." She gave a fake pout to the two, both their eyes trained on the plump pink lips. "Haruno," she told him softly.

He went home that night the happiest man in the world, promising Haruno-san he would come again to watch her. They had become fast friends, talking most of the night away. He hadn't even been aware that by being close to her, he had signed his on death wish. Nor was he aware that he would never have the pleasure of watching her sing, talking to her, listening to her laugh, again.