(1/2) Can I Ever Love Again?

What?

Hanako POV

"Orochimaru?!" the Hokage asks surprised.

My mother nods, "you know him?"

"Do I know him?" he asks, "I was his sensei!"

O.O

"He already wants Sasuke, and now he wants you dead..." the Hokage says outloud.

"I should have told you earlier," my mother says.

"You don't say...." the Hokage sounds a little annoyed.

"Hamuno, I have given you a jōnin status, your first job will be a proctor at the Chunin exams," the Hokage says.

He holds out a vest and a headband.

"Thank you, Lord Hokage," Hamuno says with a bow.

"Although, I do not entirely trust you, Hitomi, you will also become a ninja," the Hokage says holding out another vest and headband.

"Thank you Lord Hokage," she says quietly.

"Kakashi, I want you to enroll your team into the Chunin exams," the Hokage says, "and do not pressure Sakura."

"Yes, Lord Third," he says politely.

"Hanako, you actually didn't do anything wrong this time...." he says with a small smile.

"You're welcome Old Man!" I say loudly with a huge smile.

"You are all dismissed," he says and waves us out.

-at home-

I sigh loudly.

"Mom, why didn't you tell us who our father was?" I ask.

"I was trying to protect you," she says.

"Well, you didn't do a very good job!" my brother yells.

"Well, uh I'm going to tell the genin that they're in the Chunin exams," Kakashi says awkwardly and walks off.

"Ma, you should have told us!" my brother yells.

"Why would you want to have kids with someone like him anyway?!" I ask.

"I like his snakeness..." she says quietly.

We sigh.

"I think I need a drink," Hamuno says.

"Me too!" I say angrily.

"I know of a bar, follow me," I tell Hamuno.

"Goodbye, mom," Hamuno says.

I just wave and walk out the door.

We walk silently to the bar.

We drink together, "sis, don't get yourself ssick again."

We laugh together on the edge of drunk.

We drink a bit too much, to the point where I get sick.

"You don't handle alcohol well?" Kakashi asks from behind me.

"I don't want you to see me like this, Kakashi," I say straining.

He rubs soothing circles on my back, "you're beautiful even if your huddled over a toilet emptying the contents of your stomach."

"Thanks.." I say.

"Oh!" I say and empty a few more contents.

Tears begin to stream down my face and the acidic yuckiness burns my throat.