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You went to bed waiting for another day in your boring life the next morning. Then life threw sarcasm in your face.
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Nandesu Ka?
What's This?
Three beeps. Three utterly loud and annoying beeps. You figured it was nine AM again, since your watch was timed to go off at nine. Night or morning. Which kind of irked you sometimes, seeing as you didn't HAVE to get up at nine. Like now, for instance. Add to the situation that you'd just woken up from a nightmare, and man kind had a perfectly pissed off(and potentially dangerous) you. Not like you'd ever so much as hurt a fly. Because, after all, you weren't allowed to fight in school. And you most CERTAINLY did NOT want to get kicked out at an early age(that, and your mom would've probably killled you anwyays). So you always stuck to practicing a few martial arts moves at home in your basement, which occasionned the few twisted ankles that only your dad seemed to understand. Bless that man for never ratting you out to your mom.
On a more important note, let's talk about that nightmare, shall we? Well yes, it hadn't been something you were very fond of. AND it was a nightmare you'd been having for a while now. Say... A month. Maybe a little more than that.
A girl, sitting on a roof. Looks like you, sounds like you, but you know damn well it isn't you. Same hair color, same look in the eyes, same stance. But you KNOW it isn't you. So who the hell is it? You wonder. And when you're about to call out to this impersonator, get get up... Slips... And fall off the roof. To make things worse, this other you falls straight onto the pikes of a forgotten rake. But that's not FATAL, right? Well, guess again.
Not everybody survives a few painful spikes in the throat, you know.
Your mother comes screaming and crying seconds later, and your brother just stands there, and you can see he's crying. They already know 'you're' dead? Wow.
Weirdest thing is that this PERSON actually DID NOT make any move to stop her fall. Almost like it was intentionnal...
Then your mother looks up at you. She yells something you don't catch. You want to call out, you want to move and talk, but you're firmly held in place by two strong arms, and something's covering your mouth.
And then you FEEL a searing pain in your lower back. You freak, amnd start doupting this entire dream... And every time, someone whispers to your ear, "Wake up. You don't belong here." It FREAKED you OUT. Because you feel his(you know, male voices are deeper) breath on you ear, and, every time, the last thing you can remember seeing before waking up is falling. Probably from the roof, you can't really recall. Though you're not falling towards the ground, you're falling down into a river. And EVERY time, you're winded, and think you're going to drown, which might be why you always wake up breathless...
But last night had been different. Now that you thought about it, that mystery man didn't whisper 'you don't belong here', but instead, he seemed to hug you from behind and sigh. What the FREAK was that aobut, you didn't know,and you didn't WANT to know. You hadn't chosen studying in photography instead of psychology for nothing, you know.
Your watch beeped. Again. Yeah, you had programmed it for nine AND nine o'five. Since you knew you never really wake up the first time ANYTHING tells you to. Which is why you need to be reminded to get up! You smirked at that thought, and let an arm fall heavily on the nightstand to your right, to shut off your alarm clock.
...Weird, it wasn't on. OR there for that matter. Oh well. Maybe it'd fallen overnight, and got unplugged for some reason. You made a mental note of that, though you were sure to forget it five minutes later. Yawning, you sighed ontentedly as you took a deep breath. You loved that weird MAN smell. It never was something you could put your finger on... Like a mix of really nice-smelling cologne, sandal wood and shampoo. Funny mix, but it sure smelled nice. Which brought to your attention the fact that your beddid NOT smell Man. But you shrugged it off mentally, thinking that you had migrated to your brother's old bed some time during the night. Ever since he moved away, you found yourself doing that a lot more.
Sighing one last time, you groaned and pushed yourself up with your arms, swearing rather loudly when your head hit something hard. Pretty much like some kind of a shelf. Well, that just scrapped the possiblity of your being in your brother's room...! And you most CERTAINLY were not in your father's room(aka the basement, since your mom can't ENDURE his overly-loud snoring). Your dad never wakes up early on the weekends. And we just happened to be Sunday. So this lead to the NEXT question:
WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU?!
Taking a shaky breath, you dared open an eye, your hands still rubbing the sore spot on your head from hen you'd hit the random shelf. You cracke open an eye... And met a dark ebony wall, and lo and behold, the stupid random shelf was inches above your head. Dang... Whoever lived here was trying to commit suicide every morning or something.
You wined a bit as unfiltered sunlight messed with your vision, sitting up on the bed you were in to stare at the wall.
And then you froze.
Okay, so you were expecting something weird. You ALWAYS expected the weirdest things when mornings started out weird. But this... Was just uncalled for.
On the shelf, there were two picture frames. And you knew FAR too well who they all were. Alongside the frames was a little plant(...pot, wtf) named Ukki(hey, it was written ON the pot), along with an orange book you'd already seen way too many times during your younger cosplay days, an alarm clock, and two notes pinned to the wall. Yeah, you knew where you'd seen this all before. But you still couldn't believe it. After all, if you WERE in HIS room, wouldn't he be here with you? Not like you actually took much of a liking to the idea, but it WAS just a quarter past nine. In the morning. And he was always late when something was set for eleven...
You looked around to make sure you really WERE where you thought you were. And, as fate would have it JUST for you, there WERE kunai, shuriken and green vests lying around here and there.
Damn.
You really WERE in Kakashi's room.
Well wait, maybe not. Maybe this was just a really obsessive cosplay. YEAH! Some guys would do ANYTHING just to get a few women in their bed... Yeeeeah, and you were one to talk? You shrugged and looked down in yourself; well, whatever had happened had left you relatively unscathed, and still in you underwear. Which were drenched. How the hell you'd gotten wet was far in the back of your mind.
Maybe you'd fallen int othe river? NAH. That was just a dream.
...Right?
You shrugged again and scanned the room for something... Well, moderately convenient to wear in the meanwhile. After all, if you WERE if some freaky cospayer's room, you weren't going to go venture his house almost NAKED now, were you? Didn't think so, no.
After a while of looking through the drawers, you finally found a black t-shirt(too large for you, so no need for pants), and wondered off out of the room, trying to make your steps as quiet as possible.
Eventually, you wound up in the kitchen. It DID smell pretty damn good, especially since it smelled like bacon and eggs... Though no one was there. And there was a plate of food still steaming, just WAITING for you to eat it. Though you hesitated. When if that dude had drugged it and wanted to rape you?
...Well damn, he'd rape you. You were WAY too hungry to refuse good food. And on that though, you plopped down on of the two chairs, and just as you were about ready to fork the foot and gobbled evyerhitng down, you noticed a note on the table.
"...That's weird. Rapists don't leave notes to the women they'Re about to drug and rape." You mused aloud; hey, there WAS no one home, right? Speaking of home, after a while, you realised it was an appartement. But it was nice and cozy, so like hell you cared.
'Dear... Miss,
I left you some breakfast on the table. And don't worry, it's not drugged. I'll explain why you're here when I come back this afternoon. Meanwhile, please make yourself at home.
Hatake-'
"...Kakashi." You finished reading, letting the slip of paper fall to the ground. Oh yeah, like you'd believe all that. Like the POLICE would believe all this once you'd call them up to say you were kidnapped.
Though you thought over everything. Maybe you shouldn't call the cops and say you were kidnapped until AFTER you heard the guy's version of the facts. Though you'd still have to wait a major long time before THAT would happen. It WAS just half past nine! And if THIS guy was anything like the real Kakashi, he'd be late. Probably home by three or four in the afternoon.
Oh JOY.
You'd have seven hours to do absolutely NOTHING at all..! Maybe you'd sleep. Yeah, that sounded like a good idea. And skip lunch, too. But the problem is, you weren't the least bit tired. Sighing, you placed the empty plate in the sink and headed... Well, for ONE of the doors in the hallway. One of them was bound to the be the-
"Bathroom!! Oh how I love thee." You sighed in glee, closing the door behind you and stripping of the few articles of clothing you had. If you were going to stay up, might as well take a shower and be REALLY awake, right?
You stepped into the shower, tilting your head as you decypheredthe stupid knobs for the cold and hot water. After swearing for a few minutes after you'd turned on the cold water ONLY, you yawned and sighed as the near-oiling water washed over you. You fiddled around, cheking the few bottles that were around you, when you found the shampoo. Already when you oepned the cap, you smiled childishly at the scent. Hey, it smelled GOOD. No wonder the pillow had such a frickin' nice smell!
And the bodywash smeleld just as good..! In fact, it sorta smelled like coconuts. It'd always been a smell that you swooned over. Damn, whoever this guy was had tastes that just made you want to marry him on the spot.
Not that you WOULD. Not like you'd give your brother the satisfaction of becoming an uncle before you could becom aunt! Well yeah, that joke goes back a long way from one really weird father's day at your grandparents'...
Slipping out of the shower after having spent twenty minutes under the steamy water, you groaned at your own stupidity when you remembered you hadn't brought a towel. Though you made an other mental note to thank 'Kakashi' for placing the towel on a shelf IN The bathroom. He must've been the forgetful type, too.
After towel-drying your hair, you slipped back into your underwear(even though the idea proFOUNDLY disgusted you) and the shirt you'd borrowed, and headed to the living room, which was joined to the dining room/kitchen.
Flopping down on the couch sounded like a good idea to you at the time, so that's exactly what you did. Though, after a whie, just sitting on a couch revealed itself to be VERY. VERY. Boring. Which is when a lightbulb went off in your mind. There WAS a book on the shelf back in the room... And even though it was probably rated M/NC-17/R, like hell you'd care. You were twenty two for pete's sake! Not like a little hentai would screw you up. Well, screw you up... Anymore than you already WERE. And your mental srew-up was hard to beat, lemme tell ya that.
You carefully snatched the orange book(and at that point, you wondered if 'Kakashi' had an other copy on him, or if he just wasn't all that much into his role) and skimmered ack to the living room where you layed back on the couch, bringing your legs up to your chest.
YAY lonely days of reading smut.
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Dreams. You know, the good kind. The kind you LOVED because it reminded you of ALL the boyfriends you NEVER had! Well, point is, your dream had been HIGHLY influenced by the book you had fallen asleep on(and HOW you managed that is something the world will never know), Icha Icha Paradise.
But of course, all good, droll-worthy things have a bittersweet end. Which would imply that right about now, you were being shoved none too gently by SOMEONE. You groaned and muttered something you didn't quite catch yourself, but you figured it was somewhere along the lines of 'leave alone, I'm getting to the good part!', and then checked your watch.
Wow. It was just two in the afternoon. When the hell had you fallen asleep..? Last hing you remembered reading was page 69...
Heh. 69.
"I'm awake, I'm awake..! DAMN..." You growled, swatting the annoying hadn away and pushing yourself up on the couch, painfulyl unfolding your legs, which had pulled themselves closer to you when you'd toppled over.
"Ohayou." A cheery voice said, and you begrudgingly opened your eyes to look up at the person to whom the freakishly familiar voice belonged to. "Nice to see you haven't set the place on fire." He chuckled, though you only seemed to sink into the couch.
NO GUY can possibly have hair that sticks to the side like that NATURALLY. And, OH, lemme tell you that it didn't look like the wigs you saw cosplayers make and wear. This was the real thing. And then there was the forehead protector. And the 6"something height. And the nonchalant pose. The lazy curving eye.
"Holy crap what the freak did I do to deserve this?" you groaned mostly to yourself, not really caring wether or not the gu- KAKASHI heard you. For now, though, all you wanted to know was how the heck you had wound up in this shitty mess.
"I suppose you want me to tell you why you're here..?" Kakashi asked, the curve in his eye dissapearing as her crouched to face you. You nodded lightly, staring into the only eye you could see.
He was passively walking around, as per usual, heading out to go meet Naruto and Sakura again, like he usually did. Nothing out of the ordinary, right? Though, when he started on the bridge, something to his left caught his attention. Which anoyed him somewhat, since he was getting at ONE of the various 'good parts' of his book. Though, when he stared at said object of distraction, he couldn'T help but think it was getting bigger, and bigger...
Of should he say THEY were getting bigger and bigger? Because ,after a whiel, it was made pretty clear that whatever that falling object was WASN'T an object, but a person. Narrowing his eyes and frowning. Kakashi did the only thing that had ran through his mind at that moment; jump over the bridge's railing and catch whoever was falling. Because if he didn't do it, WHO would?
The two bodies landed in the small river in a rathe loud and obnoxious splash, as Kakashi tried his best to soften the ladning. Not only for himself, but for he damel he helf in his arms.
He shrugged, deciding it would be best to take her back home and lay her down before heading back to the rendez-vous point he'd set with Naruto and Sakura.
They sure as hell wouldn't believe him THIS time, even if his excuse(A beautiful princess fell from the sky and I had to save her from a certain death) was a valid and truthful one...
"Well that explains why I was drenched..." You sighed, running a hand through your hair. "And why I'm with you. But not why I'm HERE, specifically..." You shrugged, lookin gout the nearest window.
"And what would that mean"? Kakashi asked, almost making you laugh. Wow. Wasn't HE the fast one..?
"Uh, I fall from the sky randomly and you don't even question where I'm FROM? Wow, that's pathetic..." you snickered, but froze as a kunai found its way to the back of your neck. "I didn't mean I was from the Akatsuki you MORON!" you moaned, letting your head fall forward. "I mean I'm... From, uh, somewhere you don't know." You said, nodding to yourself, smiling sheepishly.
"...Then we're off to see Hokage-sama." Kakashi said dryly, withdrawing the kunai from behind your neck and stnading up once again. "Though you might want to wear a pair of pants first, though. Unless you'd want to go out like that..."
"PERV!" you growled, throwing the orange book you were reading a few hours before, and running to your-er, I mean, his room. And BOY were you happy to see the one thing you'd found last night, up on the roof. Dear Kunai, how you LOVED it.
Rummaging around Kakashi's room some more, you tried to find something... Not TOO slack to wear. Which was when your eyes fell on an abnormally large red scarf and a few rolls of bandagess. Yeah, you could work with that...!
A few minutes late,r you emerged from the room in a rather casual atitre; the shirt, even though it wasn't yours, had been SLIGHTLY adjusted. Meaning that you cut the sides pretty much like Ino's skirt, or the bottom of Sakura's old dress. The scarf you had used as an overly-large sash, like they used for kimonos, and you strapped your thighs with the bandages.
Classy.
Though you had no shoes to wear. Oh well. You never really were a shoes person to bgin with.
"And NOW I can go out and NOT look like a half-naked slut and explain everything to Tsunade-sama!" You exclaimed a little too childishly, letting Kakashi lead you through the spiderweb of streets that composed Konoha.
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After you had arrived at the large round building, Kakashi had lead you to the double doors, but was instructed to stay outside. THAT you were thankful for. You'd feel as bad as heck(not to mention you'd probably die) if he learned that you were from a comepltely different world.
"So you say you're from a different WORLD? Apart from our completely, where chakra control never existed, and where our daily lives make a SHOW featuring Naruto?" Tusnade asked, pretty much resuming every you'd told her.
"Hai, sou desu. Though I have no clue how I got here. I just woke up here and learned I'd fallen in a river the first time Hatake-san saw me." You added, carefully using the suffixes necessary after the names.
"Well, I can't say this is the first time it's happened..." The Fifth sighed, screening through various stacks of papers, as if looking for something. "Since you already seem to know Kakashi, I suppose you'll be staying with him. As for clothes and food, Shizune will drop by some time tomorrow morning to give you enough money for a few days."
"Which means I'll have to find a way to make a living around here. That's what you were going to say, ne..?" You asked in a hushed tone, lowering your head.
"Well, seeing as training you as a kunoichi would take too much time, considering that we don't even know when you might go home... Yes, you'll have to find a job and make a living here, like everyone else." Tsunade replied, sighing as she finally found whatever sheet it was she was looking for, and readying her pen. "I'll have a few questions for you..."
Name: Hishimoto, Yuuko
Age: 22
Gender: FEmale
Height: 5"6'
Weight: 151 lbs
Rank: none
Job: none
Adress: Currenlty residing with Hatake Kakashi
Village of Birth: Konoha
What's This?
Three beeps. Three utterly loud and annoying beeps. You figured it was nine AM again, since your watch was timed to go off at nine. Night or morning. Which kind of irked you sometimes, seeing as you didn't HAVE to get up at nine. Like now, for instance. Add to the situation that you'd just woken up from a nightmare, and man kind had a perfectly pissed off(and potentially dangerous) you. Not like you'd ever so much as hurt a fly. Because, after all, you weren't allowed to fight in school. And you most CERTAINLY did NOT want to get kicked out at an early age(that, and your mom would've probably killled you anwyays). So you always stuck to practicing a few martial arts moves at home in your basement, which occasionned the few twisted ankles that only your dad seemed to understand. Bless that man for never ratting you out to your mom.
On a more important note, let's talk about that nightmare, shall we? Well yes, it hadn't been something you were very fond of. AND it was a nightmare you'd been having for a while now. Say... A month. Maybe a little more than that.
A girl, sitting on a roof. Looks like you, sounds like you, but you know damn well it isn't you. Same hair color, same look in the eyes, same stance. But you KNOW it isn't you. So who the hell is it? You wonder. And when you're about to call out to this impersonator, get get up... Slips... And fall off the roof. To make things worse, this other you falls straight onto the pikes of a forgotten rake. But that's not FATAL, right? Well, guess again.
Not everybody survives a few painful spikes in the throat, you know.
Your mother comes screaming and crying seconds later, and your brother just stands there, and you can see he's crying. They already know 'you're' dead? Wow.
Weirdest thing is that this PERSON actually DID NOT make any move to stop her fall. Almost like it was intentionnal...
Then your mother looks up at you. She yells something you don't catch. You want to call out, you want to move and talk, but you're firmly held in place by two strong arms, and something's covering your mouth.
And then you FEEL a searing pain in your lower back. You freak, amnd start doupting this entire dream... And every time, someone whispers to your ear, "Wake up. You don't belong here." It FREAKED you OUT. Because you feel his(you know, male voices are deeper) breath on you ear, and, every time, the last thing you can remember seeing before waking up is falling. Probably from the roof, you can't really recall. Though you're not falling towards the ground, you're falling down into a river. And EVERY time, you're winded, and think you're going to drown, which might be why you always wake up breathless...
But last night had been different. Now that you thought about it, that mystery man didn't whisper 'you don't belong here', but instead, he seemed to hug you from behind and sigh. What the FREAK was that aobut, you didn't know,and you didn't WANT to know. You hadn't chosen studying in photography instead of psychology for nothing, you know.
Your watch beeped. Again. Yeah, you had programmed it for nine AND nine o'five. Since you knew you never really wake up the first time ANYTHING tells you to. Which is why you need to be reminded to get up! You smirked at that thought, and let an arm fall heavily on the nightstand to your right, to shut off your alarm clock.
...Weird, it wasn't on. OR there for that matter. Oh well. Maybe it'd fallen overnight, and got unplugged for some reason. You made a mental note of that, though you were sure to forget it five minutes later. Yawning, you sighed ontentedly as you took a deep breath. You loved that weird MAN smell. It never was something you could put your finger on... Like a mix of really nice-smelling cologne, sandal wood and shampoo. Funny mix, but it sure smelled nice. Which brought to your attention the fact that your beddid NOT smell Man. But you shrugged it off mentally, thinking that you had migrated to your brother's old bed some time during the night. Ever since he moved away, you found yourself doing that a lot more.
Sighing one last time, you groaned and pushed yourself up with your arms, swearing rather loudly when your head hit something hard. Pretty much like some kind of a shelf. Well, that just scrapped the possiblity of your being in your brother's room...! And you most CERTAINLY were not in your father's room(aka the basement, since your mom can't ENDURE his overly-loud snoring). Your dad never wakes up early on the weekends. And we just happened to be Sunday. So this lead to the NEXT question:
WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU?!
Taking a shaky breath, you dared open an eye, your hands still rubbing the sore spot on your head from hen you'd hit the random shelf. You cracke open an eye... And met a dark ebony wall, and lo and behold, the stupid random shelf was inches above your head. Dang... Whoever lived here was trying to commit suicide every morning or something.
You wined a bit as unfiltered sunlight messed with your vision, sitting up on the bed you were in to stare at the wall.
And then you froze.
Okay, so you were expecting something weird. You ALWAYS expected the weirdest things when mornings started out weird. But this... Was just uncalled for.
On the shelf, there were two picture frames. And you knew FAR too well who they all were. Alongside the frames was a little plant(...pot, wtf) named Ukki(hey, it was written ON the pot), along with an orange book you'd already seen way too many times during your younger cosplay days, an alarm clock, and two notes pinned to the wall. Yeah, you knew where you'd seen this all before. But you still couldn't believe it. After all, if you WERE in HIS room, wouldn't he be here with you? Not like you actually took much of a liking to the idea, but it WAS just a quarter past nine. In the morning. And he was always late when something was set for eleven...
You looked around to make sure you really WERE where you thought you were. And, as fate would have it JUST for you, there WERE kunai, shuriken and green vests lying around here and there.
Damn.
You really WERE in Kakashi's room.
Well wait, maybe not. Maybe this was just a really obsessive cosplay. YEAH! Some guys would do ANYTHING just to get a few women in their bed... Yeeeeah, and you were one to talk? You shrugged and looked down in yourself; well, whatever had happened had left you relatively unscathed, and still in you underwear. Which were drenched. How the hell you'd gotten wet was far in the back of your mind.
Maybe you'd fallen int othe river? NAH. That was just a dream.
...Right?
You shrugged again and scanned the room for something... Well, moderately convenient to wear in the meanwhile. After all, if you WERE if some freaky cospayer's room, you weren't going to go venture his house almost NAKED now, were you? Didn't think so, no.
After a while of looking through the drawers, you finally found a black t-shirt(too large for you, so no need for pants), and wondered off out of the room, trying to make your steps as quiet as possible.
Eventually, you wound up in the kitchen. It DID smell pretty damn good, especially since it smelled like bacon and eggs... Though no one was there. And there was a plate of food still steaming, just WAITING for you to eat it. Though you hesitated. When if that dude had drugged it and wanted to rape you?
...Well damn, he'd rape you. You were WAY too hungry to refuse good food. And on that though, you plopped down on of the two chairs, and just as you were about ready to fork the foot and gobbled evyerhitng down, you noticed a note on the table.
"...That's weird. Rapists don't leave notes to the women they'Re about to drug and rape." You mused aloud; hey, there WAS no one home, right? Speaking of home, after a while, you realised it was an appartement. But it was nice and cozy, so like hell you cared.
'Dear... Miss,
I left you some breakfast on the table. And don't worry, it's not drugged. I'll explain why you're here when I come back this afternoon. Meanwhile, please make yourself at home.
Hatake-'
"...Kakashi." You finished reading, letting the slip of paper fall to the ground. Oh yeah, like you'd believe all that. Like the POLICE would believe all this once you'd call them up to say you were kidnapped.
Though you thought over everything. Maybe you shouldn't call the cops and say you were kidnapped until AFTER you heard the guy's version of the facts. Though you'd still have to wait a major long time before THAT would happen. It WAS just half past nine! And if THIS guy was anything like the real Kakashi, he'd be late. Probably home by three or four in the afternoon.
Oh JOY.
You'd have seven hours to do absolutely NOTHING at all..! Maybe you'd sleep. Yeah, that sounded like a good idea. And skip lunch, too. But the problem is, you weren't the least bit tired. Sighing, you placed the empty plate in the sink and headed... Well, for ONE of the doors in the hallway. One of them was bound to the be the-
"Bathroom!! Oh how I love thee." You sighed in glee, closing the door behind you and stripping of the few articles of clothing you had. If you were going to stay up, might as well take a shower and be REALLY awake, right?
You stepped into the shower, tilting your head as you decypheredthe stupid knobs for the cold and hot water. After swearing for a few minutes after you'd turned on the cold water ONLY, you yawned and sighed as the near-oiling water washed over you. You fiddled around, cheking the few bottles that were around you, when you found the shampoo. Already when you oepned the cap, you smiled childishly at the scent. Hey, it smelled GOOD. No wonder the pillow had such a frickin' nice smell!
And the bodywash smeleld just as good..! In fact, it sorta smelled like coconuts. It'd always been a smell that you swooned over. Damn, whoever this guy was had tastes that just made you want to marry him on the spot.
Not that you WOULD. Not like you'd give your brother the satisfaction of becoming an uncle before you could becom aunt! Well yeah, that joke goes back a long way from one really weird father's day at your grandparents'...
Slipping out of the shower after having spent twenty minutes under the steamy water, you groaned at your own stupidity when you remembered you hadn't brought a towel. Though you made an other mental note to thank 'Kakashi' for placing the towel on a shelf IN The bathroom. He must've been the forgetful type, too.
After towel-drying your hair, you slipped back into your underwear(even though the idea proFOUNDLY disgusted you) and the shirt you'd borrowed, and headed to the living room, which was joined to the dining room/kitchen.
Flopping down on the couch sounded like a good idea to you at the time, so that's exactly what you did. Though, after a whie, just sitting on a couch revealed itself to be VERY. VERY. Boring. Which is when a lightbulb went off in your mind. There WAS a book on the shelf back in the room... And even though it was probably rated M/NC-17/R, like hell you'd care. You were twenty two for pete's sake! Not like a little hentai would screw you up. Well, screw you up... Anymore than you already WERE. And your mental srew-up was hard to beat, lemme tell ya that.
You carefully snatched the orange book(and at that point, you wondered if 'Kakashi' had an other copy on him, or if he just wasn't all that much into his role) and skimmered ack to the living room where you layed back on the couch, bringing your legs up to your chest.
YAY lonely days of reading smut.
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Dreams. You know, the good kind. The kind you LOVED because it reminded you of ALL the boyfriends you NEVER had! Well, point is, your dream had been HIGHLY influenced by the book you had fallen asleep on(and HOW you managed that is something the world will never know), Icha Icha Paradise.
But of course, all good, droll-worthy things have a bittersweet end. Which would imply that right about now, you were being shoved none too gently by SOMEONE. You groaned and muttered something you didn't quite catch yourself, but you figured it was somewhere along the lines of 'leave alone, I'm getting to the good part!', and then checked your watch.
Wow. It was just two in the afternoon. When the hell had you fallen asleep..? Last hing you remembered reading was page 69...
Heh. 69.
"I'm awake, I'm awake..! DAMN..." You growled, swatting the annoying hadn away and pushing yourself up on the couch, painfulyl unfolding your legs, which had pulled themselves closer to you when you'd toppled over.
"Ohayou." A cheery voice said, and you begrudgingly opened your eyes to look up at the person to whom the freakishly familiar voice belonged to. "Nice to see you haven't set the place on fire." He chuckled, though you only seemed to sink into the couch.
NO GUY can possibly have hair that sticks to the side like that NATURALLY. And, OH, lemme tell you that it didn't look like the wigs you saw cosplayers make and wear. This was the real thing. And then there was the forehead protector. And the 6"something height. And the nonchalant pose. The lazy curving eye.
"Holy crap what the freak did I do to deserve this?" you groaned mostly to yourself, not really caring wether or not the gu- KAKASHI heard you. For now, though, all you wanted to know was how the heck you had wound up in this shitty mess.
"I suppose you want me to tell you why you're here..?" Kakashi asked, the curve in his eye dissapearing as her crouched to face you. You nodded lightly, staring into the only eye you could see.
He was passively walking around, as per usual, heading out to go meet Naruto and Sakura again, like he usually did. Nothing out of the ordinary, right? Though, when he started on the bridge, something to his left caught his attention. Which anoyed him somewhat, since he was getting at ONE of the various 'good parts' of his book. Though, when he stared at said object of distraction, he couldn'T help but think it was getting bigger, and bigger...
Of should he say THEY were getting bigger and bigger? Because ,after a whiel, it was made pretty clear that whatever that falling object was WASN'T an object, but a person. Narrowing his eyes and frowning. Kakashi did the only thing that had ran through his mind at that moment; jump over the bridge's railing and catch whoever was falling. Because if he didn't do it, WHO would?
The two bodies landed in the small river in a rathe loud and obnoxious splash, as Kakashi tried his best to soften the ladning. Not only for himself, but for he damel he helf in his arms.
He shrugged, deciding it would be best to take her back home and lay her down before heading back to the rendez-vous point he'd set with Naruto and Sakura.
They sure as hell wouldn't believe him THIS time, even if his excuse(A beautiful princess fell from the sky and I had to save her from a certain death) was a valid and truthful one...
"Well that explains why I was drenched..." You sighed, running a hand through your hair. "And why I'm with you. But not why I'm HERE, specifically..." You shrugged, lookin gout the nearest window.
"And what would that mean"? Kakashi asked, almost making you laugh. Wow. Wasn't HE the fast one..?
"Uh, I fall from the sky randomly and you don't even question where I'm FROM? Wow, that's pathetic..." you snickered, but froze as a kunai found its way to the back of your neck. "I didn't mean I was from the Akatsuki you MORON!" you moaned, letting your head fall forward. "I mean I'm... From, uh, somewhere you don't know." You said, nodding to yourself, smiling sheepishly.
"...Then we're off to see Hokage-sama." Kakashi said dryly, withdrawing the kunai from behind your neck and stnading up once again. "Though you might want to wear a pair of pants first, though. Unless you'd want to go out like that..."
"PERV!" you growled, throwing the orange book you were reading a few hours before, and running to your-er, I mean, his room. And BOY were you happy to see the one thing you'd found last night, up on the roof. Dear Kunai, how you LOVED it.
Rummaging around Kakashi's room some more, you tried to find something... Not TOO slack to wear. Which was when your eyes fell on an abnormally large red scarf and a few rolls of bandagess. Yeah, you could work with that...!
A few minutes late,r you emerged from the room in a rather casual atitre; the shirt, even though it wasn't yours, had been SLIGHTLY adjusted. Meaning that you cut the sides pretty much like Ino's skirt, or the bottom of Sakura's old dress. The scarf you had used as an overly-large sash, like they used for kimonos, and you strapped your thighs with the bandages.
Classy.
Though you had no shoes to wear. Oh well. You never really were a shoes person to bgin with.
"And NOW I can go out and NOT look like a half-naked slut and explain everything to Tsunade-sama!" You exclaimed a little too childishly, letting Kakashi lead you through the spiderweb of streets that composed Konoha.
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After you had arrived at the large round building, Kakashi had lead you to the double doors, but was instructed to stay outside. THAT you were thankful for. You'd feel as bad as heck(not to mention you'd probably die) if he learned that you were from a comepltely different world.
"So you say you're from a different WORLD? Apart from our completely, where chakra control never existed, and where our daily lives make a SHOW featuring Naruto?" Tusnade asked, pretty much resuming every you'd told her.
"Hai, sou desu. Though I have no clue how I got here. I just woke up here and learned I'd fallen in a river the first time Hatake-san saw me." You added, carefully using the suffixes necessary after the names.
"Well, I can't say this is the first time it's happened..." The Fifth sighed, screening through various stacks of papers, as if looking for something. "Since you already seem to know Kakashi, I suppose you'll be staying with him. As for clothes and food, Shizune will drop by some time tomorrow morning to give you enough money for a few days."
"Which means I'll have to find a way to make a living around here. That's what you were going to say, ne..?" You asked in a hushed tone, lowering your head.
"Well, seeing as training you as a kunoichi would take too much time, considering that we don't even know when you might go home... Yes, you'll have to find a job and make a living here, like everyone else." Tsunade replied, sighing as she finally found whatever sheet it was she was looking for, and readying her pen. "I'll have a few questions for you..."
Name: Hishimoto, Yuuko
Age: 22
Gender: FEmale
Height: 5"6'
Weight: 151 lbs
Rank: none
Job: none
Adress: Currenlty residing with Hatake Kakashi
Village of Birth: Konoha
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