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A man walked around a field of flowers, singing a small song along with the birds.
Once he spotted them walking by, he hid behind a tree and yet he stayed as relaxed as can be. Once they finally passed, he slid down the tree and decided to take a small break. His golden eyes raked over the waterfall not too far from him as a memory of a small white haired girl flashed through his mind.
He rose his only arm and picked up a white flower, twirling it between his fingers. "I wonder, how long will it take you to find me, sweetheart?"
"Why do you smell like Toji Zenin?" Kakashi narrowed his eyes at his daughter, hand on his hips in an attempt to seem more intimidating but that never seemed to work with his child. Her eyes saw through everything, apparently.
"Why are you smelling me?" She retorted with that content smile. "Weirdo."
He ignored how irked that made him and instead picked her up by the scruff of her shirt and used his other hand to attempt to block the smell. He disliked the Zenins and not just because thats how the relationship between the two clans was, but because all of the Zenins were snobby, outdated, and old people with strange kekkei genkais-- if he could even call that.
"Papa, why do you hate Mr. Toji?"
"I don't."
"Why do you dislike his smell?"
"I... Don't know."
"How long have you had a crush on him?"
"I don't know-- SORA!"
"You don't know me?" She scrunched up her face. "Did my beauty somehow erase your memory and now I have to convince you to like me again?"
Nope. Kakashi wouldn't do this today, not today when he finally got a break of missions and decided to bond with his child who loved attention too much and for some reason didn't need his. He swore it was that zenin.
He ignored anything his child said from that point on and scooped her up, placing her on his shoulders before leaving his small apartment and walking down the street.
Sora was fidgeting a lot, and he only dreaded at the thought of letting her down as they walked, or he would take hours just looking for her.
He wondered how the hell he made a child like this? Or rather, how he helped in creating her. Actually it kind of made sense if Orochimaru made her, the man acted like he was always on crack or something... Giving people hickeys... Honestly, he needed to die already.
