Alone together [Kakashi x Reader]

Chapter 15

3rd person's POV:

"This is stupid," Kakashi said crossing his arms as he once again muttered his opposition to this. (Y/n) didn't mind the first time he complained, nor the second or third one, but this time she was starting to have enough. 

"You don't have to come. I didn't even ask you to," she sighed, it made his brow twitch even more. 

"I've never seen that woman in my entire life. This is sketchy and you can't protec—" he was cut off, or rather he shut up, when the door of the building they were standing in front of fluttered open. 

"Sorry to keep you waiting," a young girl with stunning looks smiled at them, closing her golden eyes as she smiled with her perfect pearl teeth "You must be (Y/n)," she said, turning to her and holding her hand in a greeting. They were so soft and slender she couldn't help but look at them, although her attention was stolen by something more... eye-catching. (Y/n) blushed after a few minutes when she realized she had been staring at her breasts for a few minutes. They were just... so big, and standing out with the elegant yet revealing clothes she wore, pushing them even higher "And you must be Kakashi," she smiled to the silver-haired who as well had some difficulty not looking somewhere compromising "Come in, Lady Kurva is already waiting for you" she said, walking outside the building and standing right behind both of them. 

She laid one hand on Kakashi's shoulder and the other one on (Y/n)'s back, and giving them a gentle squeeze, she pushed them inside and guided them through the traditional yet fancy halls. (Y/n) couldn't help but have her eyes wandering everywhere. From the mahogany wooded floor that she could have mistaken for wet from how much it shined, to the vintage paintings on the paper doors. Even the gardens that she could peek at through the windows of the hall. There were beautiful and vibrant trees, that from where she stood could as well look like a soft cloud of pink petals. But despite how relaxing the sight of the garden seemed, with its ponds and chirping birds, there was something that just eclipsed it completely: loud chuckles, followed by more cackles and talking noises. They came from the many rooms they passed by,  but the closed doors prevented them from peeking inside. Even Kakashi seemed intrigued by the building and sounds. 

Their guide, the woman whose name they didn't know, finally came to a halt right in front of a room with its doors painted differently, more extravagant. She knocked twice and a ninja-looking guy opened it. (Y/n) looked at him, inspecting his appearance. But it was Kakashi who was the most struck by the man. He didn't recognize him, and more importantly, the clothes he wore. So he figured this person was not an actual ninja of Konoha and instead a ninja hired by (probably) Kurva. Kakashi's eyes remained firm in a frown while he looked at the ninja, but he seemed utterly unbothered by Kakashi and stepped aside to let the three of them inside. 

"(Y/n), I'm so happy you decided to come" Kurva smiled at the girl with her eyes closed, but opened them ever so slightly when she also noticed Kakashi. He frowned, looking at her almost with the same sentiment as he was, although she bore a kind and not-so-innocent smile while his lips were rather into a straight line behind his mask.

"I just came to take a look," (Y/n) said with a strained smile when she felt the hairs on her body stand. She wasn't sure why, but the atmosphere felt... stiff. 

"Of course," she said, rearranging her kneeling position by the table she was in a more proper manner "even with Kakashi here, my girls and I will gladly show you how everything works around" she said, her smile becoming even glossier as she leisurely stood up. 

Kakashi's knitted brow broke for a second at the mention of his name. He hadn't talked to her ever, so he thought perhaps (Y/n) had talked about him. He turned around to look at (Y/n) who also looked at him, but by the look she was giving him and the almost invisible shake of her head he knew she hadn't mentioned him. Of course, Kurva could just know who he was, there were many people in the village who did. But the way she said it just struck him as awkward. Or perhaps he was just being his usual paranoid self.