“You looked as though you were all out,”
“Uh, yea, I was just about to go and buy another one… why are you here?” She asked, not quite meaning to pose the question as awkwardly as Kakashi’s one viable eye showed – with a droop of exasperation,
“I’m not a hermit, Oriko,” He stated, his voice mirroring his eye but with an undertone of slight amusement, pushing the small bottle of Asahi towards her, “I do come here occasionally for a drink-”
“So this is your new protégé, Kakashi, where you been hidin’ her?” A voice from the gloom behind them took them both by surprise as a man, who looked to be roughly Kakashi’s age appeared, with an obvious scar across his nose.
“Uh...w-” She began to stutter, protégé? What was that supposed to mean?
“Iruka, you’re here, as well?” Kakashi began, ignoring both Iruka’s comment and Oriko’s stuttering, “Iruka, this is Oriko, my student,” Kakashi’s bored revere immediately returned,
“Very glad to meet you,” Iruka addressed her, flashing a warm smile in her direction and bowing gently out of respect; Oriko, suddenly feeling uncomfortable and unsure of how to react to being treated in such a fashion, semi-rose to her feet and half bowed to Iruka. Unable to resist shooting a look at Kakashi – whose eye seemed to hold a small twinkle of amusement, she could help but frown slightly at him.
“Would you like to join us for a drink, Oriko?” Iruka asked, surprising her a little,
“Uh…wel-I dunno,” She replied weakly, looking between Kakashi and Iruka, unsure of how to respond,
“Come on,” Iruka stated, grabbing her bottle of beer and walking away a few steps before turning back with an encouraging smile, she fully rose to her feet and stuffed her notebook, pencil and rubber back into her pouch before following Iruka, momentarily ignoring Kakashi, who followed soon after. Iruka walked up to a small table with two other shinobi sat at the table looking at the three walking up to them,
“Iruka, you’ve picked someone up already?” The woman at the table called, eliciting a small blush from Iruka, who looked over at Oriko apologetically,
“No, Anko, I haven’t ‘picked her up’, this is Kakashi’s new student,” He explained again in his polite, diminutive tone,
“Oh, right…that’s what you were doing over there,” She guessed, as Iruka placed the bottle of beer on the table and he pulled over a stood for Oriko to sit on, “Nice to meet you, I’m Mitarashi Anko,” She grinned happily,
“Nice to meet you too, I’m Oriko,” She smiled back, feebly, bobbing her head in politeness, feeling a little unsure of herself as she took a seat, the trainee-kuniochi felt suddenly very little; literally and proverbially. Both in being sat next to Kakashi and being sat at a table with her sensei and his ‘mates’; it was a rather surreal feeling.
“No family name?” Anko pushed,
“T-that is my family name,” From the looks on the faces around her, that took everyone by surprise, she hadn’t really wanted to tell anyone that fact but she couldn’t help but wonder what the reaction would be;
“Then what is your given name?” Kakashi interrupted Anko as Oriko turned to face him, eyeing him carefully not wanting to tell him her name, she kept silent; her intentions to keep it to herself was written all over her face and body language, Kakashi stared back, determined to find out.
“I’m Sarutobi Asuma,” The final member of the group spoke and in doing so disrupted the silent conversation between Oriko and Kakashi, something he did with a friendly smile on his face and a fag between his lips,
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Hatake Kakashi: Fascination
FanfictionKakashi thinks he's in for a nice break, free from students, after Naruto's recent departure with Jiraiya, but he hadn't counted on a beautiful stranger turning up in Konoha whom Tsunade thinks would become a powerful asset were she to be trained as...
Hatake Kakashi: Fascination: Part III
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