Shinobi love- Kakashi x OC

26 (FINALLY - an update)

Flashback part 26: ( listen to the song as you read for the FEEELSS)

Today was the twenty third day without Obito's presence.

I thought about him for the umpteenth time this morning, and if it couldn't get any worse, it was barely a full 2 hours since I had woken up.

I was supposed to meet Rin today for lunch and a training session, because soon after, she would have to be sent on a 'classified mission' or so she said.

It was  common consensus that no detail of any mission should be leaked to the public, even with close friends, there was no space for an exception.

Every one knew that, or at least, every ninja did.

So, I shrugged it aside but bitter thoughts did bubble in the depths of my guts, as I knowingly thought how I would be included on the mission if I were not injured that badly the previous time.

Our arranged meeting was in 10 minutes' time. I glanced at the ticking clock and hesitantly pulled on my rather casual/ninja boots, and spared one last glance at the beloved boy that was framed cleanly on the top of my bedside table before standing up and making my way out of the apartment.

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' Kasumi!!'

My head snapped to the side, in response to the sharp, quirky call that sounded incredibly like my name.

I spotted a shiny, black, bobbing head that was shaped akin to a mushroom in the distance and my shoulders sagged rather evidently.

I halted my footsteps and cocked my head to the right slightly, just enough to let Gai know that I had heard his call, but definitely not enough to make him think I was actually interested in partaking this conversation with him.

I sweat dropped when he didn't take the hint.

The usual green, stretchy cloth, that tightly gripped every corner of his lean, masculine body never failed to amuse me at how contradicting it was that instead of making most females feel attracted or bewitched by his manliness, they felt the exact opposite- the repulsion.

And, I was no exception.

I mentally gagged at how tightly the suit clung onto his every fibre and awkwardly shifted my gaze back toward the front.

"What is it, Gai.."

My words came out more lazy than awkward and I mentally berated myself for thinking that Kakashi's manner of speech had began to rub off me.

"Ohh, it's nothing much! I was just wondering if you could do me a favour?!"

His eager tone and constantly bouncing figure was enough to make me send a questioning and mildly suspicious gaze back toward him.

"Like... what?"

I replied, my tone now thickly laced with suspicion.

That did nothing to throw his awfully energetic spirit off tangent. Instead, his reply came more excited and faster than ever.

A resounding,

" PLEASE FIGHT ME!"

Caused my shoulders to slide even further down, if possible, and a inaudible sigh escaped my lips.

"I-I.."

Just as I was about to hesitantly agree, I spotted the familiar leisure gait of a certain someone at the corner of my eye.

And that set off an alarmingly insidious idea in my head.

This was probably the only time I would ever be happy or rather, grateful to see that white-haired shinobi.