Needling the Scarecrow 1
Warning: Fem!Harry/Kakashi Hatake, some useless rambling on my part, probably crude language, violence...
Disclaimer: Neither 'Naruto' nor 'Harry Potter' are mine. I just play with them a little.
This is another fic I've started and never finished because I lost inspiration for it.
i hope you'll enjoy it anyway,
W
PS: there are more chapters where this came from. Patience, Padawan.
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It all began on a rainy day in the middle of fall, his twenty-third birthday, to be more exact.
Hatake Kakashi had recently been forcefully retired from ANBU by the Sandaime, as well as temporarily barred from missions, so he was a bit at a loss as to what to do with himself. Therefore the silver-haired shinobi had been out around town, reading his beloved Icha Icha (Tactics) and generally just avoiding Gai or rather his flowery shouts of 'Youth'.
Kakashi had hidden himself in one of the trees situated around a small park where families went to let their children play. Usually, the Jōnin would have never even approached such places - too many conflicting memories - but Gai knew that well, so it served his concealment purposes.
When the rain began to pour on the unsuspecting people below his feet, the parents decided to vacate the area in a rush, back to their warm homes.
Just when Kakashi considered himself safe from incessant, painful shrieking, the cheerful laughter of a child caught his attention. One young mother obviously didn't mind a little rain (it was even quite warm, almost like in a outdoor shower), or so the silver-haired male assumed, because she was playfully chasing a clearly happy boy about two or three years old. The child could run quite well for his age, fast too.
At first, Kakashi had dismissed them as Aburame, or at least the kid, since he was wearing round sunglasses and a grey hat, matched with a light jacket. However, now his halfhearted theory was quite thoroughly disproven. No Aburame would ever be caught laughing as hysterically as that. Especially not in public.
Curiosity slightly piqued, the one-eyed Jōnin continued to watch the unusual duo from his branch, over the top of his book.
The boy had a slightly upturned nose, high cheekbones and a pair of pink lips, as far as he could see. Nothing else was clearly distinguishable, except that the little boy was healthy, quite happy and obviously loved his mother a lot.
Thus, Kakashi turned his attention to the woman. She was young, younger than him, very petite and wore practical linen pants. Not many civilian women chose to wear them, preferring the more traditional kimonos available in various stores around town. In fact, her linen pants were increasingly beginning to cling to her legs, outlining their form nicely...
Kakashi noted that she was in good shape, especially for a civilian teen mother.
Her black hair was cut short, about the length of a match, sticking up into all directions, despite the rain. She bore a small, old scar in the form of a lightning bolt partially hidden beneath her bangs.
Then, Kakashi's gaze lowered, briefly meeting a pair of luminous green eyes, sparkling with mischief, joy and vitality. Eyes expressing nothing but lightness, life and love for the little boy.
The unknown woman's alabaster skin almost seemed translucent against her dark hair and pink lips, vibrant eyes and the dark-green color of her Chinese-style top. She had a cute nose and lips begging to be kissed. When the ravenette laughed, two dimples appeared in the corners of her mouth, emphasizing her cheekbones which were dusted with a light pink flush. Her face was oval-shaped, unlike her son's.
Only a few seconds had passed during the short examination, but it seemed much longer to Kakashi.
A moment later, the young woman caught her son, almost effortlessly hoisting him up in the air, evoking pleased shrieks from the little boy. Then, she hummed a lively tune, mock-dancing with him in the rain. The kid exuberantly clapped his hands in rhythm with his mother's voice, head bent backwards.
Kakashi was a little mesmerized by the pure innocence of the joy-filled scene in front of him. He had never seen anything like it.
Normally, mothers gossiped with other mothers on some bench or warned their kids not to get dirty. This civilian did not take part in any of the murmuring the other women had started near her. She even seemed disapproving of their actions, at the time, now that Kakashi thought about it.
On top of that, this stranger was playing with her kid in the streaming rain. What happened to the shallowness civilian women in particular were so known for? To the 'mud is evil'-attitude?
Having nothing in particular to do at the moment, Kakashi decided to find out more about this strange family. Maybe he could put them (her) out of his mind then.
Five minutes later, the small family left the park. The young boy clutched his mother's hand tightly as they walked through the streets towards the residential area. It wasn't the best neighborhood, but still quite nice.
The sun had begun to set, so everyone else was busy either going home from work or joining in the dinner rush to the food district.
The duo stopped for a minute in front of a small house, so the woman could get any mail left over the course of the day. Afterward, they crossed through the fenced-in front-yard. The woman checked over the various plants, mostly beautifully arranged flowers, perhaps worrying about weeds?
A light was burning in what appeared to be the kitchen, indicating someone (maybe the father?) was already home. Moments later, an elderly woman opened the door for the mother and son duo.
She also had black, curly hair, although hers was liberally sprinkled with grey streaks, and kind brown eyes. The little boy excitedly began to tell his grandmother about his adventures in the park.
Kakashi watched their homecoming from the shadows, unexpectedly envying the little boy. Suddenly, he wished for some warmth in his numbing, empty life. Someone who would welcome home him home as sincerely gladly as this family.
Out of sheer curiosity, the silver-haired nin's eyes sought out the name plague decorating the left gatepost. Just to know whom to avoid bumping into when he could. (Nobody had the right to make him changs his opinion about the Hokage's latest decision this easily. That the Sandaime had perhaps been right to retire him - without even speaking to him! Especially not a civilian woman! The nerve!)
In an elegant script it read: 'Black Home'.
As he shunshined away, Kakashi couldn't help but think that the name didn't fit the nearly tangible warmth of the house's occupants at all.