Naruto belongs to Kishimoto
A tall glass, full of amber beer, a heavy droplet of condensation trickling down the side, growing in size as it does so. The liquid sloshing unevenly as it slips out of her hand. The amber froth flinging its way forcibly through the air until it path is blocked by a head, with a receding hair line. A loud sharp crash disturbs the room, as the glass collides with the ground, shattering into pieces.
She blinked watching this happen in slow motion, seeing every little detail perfectly. "Ahhh Hatake! Look what you've done." Said the man whiping furiously as his now sticky beer soaked head. "Don't just stand there, you fool, get me a towel and a another beer."
"Yes, sorry" The Gruff voice had snapped her out the trance, but she still sounded a little absent minded. The man she had spilled the beer on was her landlord, she could hear him grumble as she walked away.
"Ya' alright Amako, you've been a little distant as of late, not all there." Kaori asked, as she sent another girl to deal with the annoyed man.
"Sorry, not been sleeping properly" Hinata slumped her self on a stool. Kaori was a sharp shrewd woman, Hinata had just confirmed what she had guessed these past few days, that Sasuke had indeed left her.
"Here" she placed a sandwich down in front of her "eat, ya' look like your about to collapse." Kaori didn't say anymore she just lit a cigarette, and inhaled deeply, blowing out a long wisp of smoke. As if trying to relieve the stress for both of them.
Reluctantly Hinata broke pieces of the sandwich off and ate; her appetite had disappeared with her sleep. She chewed and swallowed mechanically knowing that it was necessary, she hadn't been eating properly. She could tell her body was suffering because of it.
"Come on now it can't be that bad" said a cheerful voice from beside her. Hintata looked up to see Yori sitting next to her. "Sorry" she mumbled not really knowing why she apologized, but it seemed to be the appropriate response to most things these days.
"So you should be" he teased
"Sorry" she repeated some how losing the ability to reply any other way.
"I'll forgive you, if you at least look at me when apologizing for nothing."
Hinata had been staring at the empty space in front of her. "sor" she began but a finger on her lip stopped her.
"I get it, your sorry, or is that all you can say now." A tinge of annoyance in his cheerful voice.
"Sorry" she answered smiling at him.
"I give up" he playfully rolled his eyes and pouted.
"So, whats wrong?" he asked sounding serious, "you look like a zombie" switching back to his teasing tone.
"Thanks" she mumbled and faced him giving her full attention. But she got too lost in exploring his face, any witty retort she had, died on the tip of her tongue.
Even though they had the same color eyes he somehow made them look so bright. She envied him; she had always wanted beautiful vivid eyes. She had always felt her own made her look washed out. But here was the same color looking so striking, against Yori's rich caramel brown skin.
Yori's cheeks were tinged with a slight blush due to her scrutiny, but he kept her gaze, not looking away. He liked her and he wanted her to know it.
"I like the color of your eyes" she said in the quietest of whispers, making the moment all the more intense.
He swallowed a lump in his throat and took a breath "I…" he began but was interrupted by the gruff yell of the landlord. "Hatake!!"
"Well back to work" Hinata said while standing up and leaving.
"Yes" Hinata said as energetically as a sleep deprived person could. During the time she was taking their orders, she failed to notice a cloaked figure move towards her, from the other side of the bar.
Before she realized the man was already behind her, his arms encircling her body.
"Oi, who ever you are, you should learn the rules of this bar" The Landlord spoke up, Hinata may have annoyed him but he wouldn't stand by and watch her get hurt.
"I've finally found you" said a masculine voice, pulling her tighter in to his chest. Hinata stood stock still frozen.
"Are you listening let go of her!" The landlord demanded again this time standing up, gaining the attention of the surrounding people. Yori was already to the side of the cloaked man, ready to jump in at the first signs of a fight.
"It's ok I am her husband" the figure spoke removing the hood from his head.
"Is that true Hatake" the landlord looked intently at Hinata to see any signs of fear or a plea for help.
Hinata agreed by nodding slowly.
"Hey, hey, ya' see what happened with that Amako girl before." Said a thin woman in her late twenty's. Pulling a cigarette from out off her low cut top.
"Yeah, I know ya' think he really is her husband." Asked a younger girl with bright pink eye shadow and glossy painted pink lips, matching her fuchsia dress.
"Who knows, but ya' see how good lookin' he was. First Shin, best lookin' guy I've seen in a long time, turns a blind eye to every one but her, and that dark skinned guy, that's been longing after her like a lost puppy, aint' bad either, but now this guy" she took a long drag of her cigarette, and blew out. "Is enough to make me want to hate her."
"Now, now, girls, hardly fair to be jealous of Amako, just because of ya' bad luck with men" Koari"s voice of authority broke in. "Get back to work."
The women grumbled something under their breath and went back to waiting the tables.
Koari was also going over the incident in her mind, she could off swore she heard him call her Hinata before they left. He knew her real name, was he the one she was running from.
But he also had a scar through his eye. Hinata had said she was a servant for a rich clan, was that a way the clan marked or punished their servants.
According to Hinata, Shin had gotten out when he was young, was that the reason why he didn't have one.
Who knows if any thing she had told her was true. She didn't care she liked the broken girl, she had looked happy the days when Shin was around, gaining in confidence and looking more at ease.
She whished those days would return to her.
"Why are you here?" Hinata asked as she lay on the cold ground of the warehouse floor curled up next to the man.
"You have a mission" the man rolled over so he was facing her.
"I've completed my mission" She replied after a minute of consideration.
"Then come home," he said softly his arms around her, pressing Hinata right up against himself.
"I like it here" she murmured into his chest, she paused and asked again "why are you here?"
"You're the next Hokage, shouldn't you give up chasing ghost of the past" She continued to say.
"I given up on many ghosts from my past, my view off Sasuke is of the future not of the past." He shifted Hinata and himself around so that now she was laying on top of him.
"What now?" She looked down at his face, for once not obstructed by his mask.
"Stay with me for a while" he said whilst running his hand through her hair.
"Why" she asked baffled.
"Because you're my wife." He answered with a small smile.
To tired to carry on with the confusing conversation she drifted off to sleep.
The next morning she woke to the rise and fall of Kakashi's chest. She detangled her self from him and rouse to leave. However he sat up and grabbed her.
"What?" she asked annoyed.
"I don't want to get up just yet" he hummed, nuzzling his face into the small of her back.
"Well then don't" she said resentfully as she practically jumped away from him. " It's a bad idea for you to use your real name Hatake, even in this backwater, people have probably herd of you, your practically the Hokage, go back to the village."
She had her back to him, he stood and closed the distance. She stood her ground and bitterly spat out, "I am only a whore when I need to be."
She faced him, defiantly challenging him with her eyes, she poignantly asked. "Do I need to be the Hokage's whore".
"Your not my whore, you're my wife." Kakashi answered seriously.
"I don't remember, ever agreeing to such a thing." The low growl of her ferocity coming out in her every word.
"You carry my last name." He reasoned
"A mistake made at the heat of the moment." She declared curtly.
"Would you rather Uchiha?" he questioned cynically
"Yes" she sneered. "Perhaps this is a mission too far, for even the great Hatake kakashi". She pulled back away from him, not wanting the close proximity.
"What do you want, why are you really here?" she grilled with a renewed amount of suspicion and distrust. "Is this some kind of ploy to capture Sasuke." She rummaged through her mind, trying find any possible way how him being here could possibly lead to Sasuke capture.
"Hah don't tell me your trying to make him jealous" she jeered, ridiculing the very thought.
"Well you are worth the envy" He said cheerfully, ignoring any, and all of her hostility.
The frustration and anger got the best of her, and she hurled one of her hidden kuranis at him, with the intention to kill.
He easily evaded it, "Attacking an ally now, Sasuke sure has rubbed off on you." Kakashi said jauntily, with his normal laid back and carefree attitude.
She stood there watching him wondering around and inspecting the rest off the warehouse, and finally conceded to the fact he was going to stay, she would just have to uncover the real reason in due time.
"I want an ice pop, a red one." Kakashi halted what he was doing, and looked at her quizzically, on a account of her sudden childish demand.
She answered his questioning stare with, "You're a rubbish husband."
"Oh your acknowledging me as your husband" he said with a happy smile.
"Only as a cover, I still would of preferred Yamato." And with that she left to get a shower at the bar.