ɢʏᴍ ʀᴀᴛ || yandere! kakashi

1. (y/n) (l/n)

✧you're the last of a dying breed; you're the last of the real ones ✧

|･ﾟﾟ･chapter one･ﾟﾟ･|

Shinobi rule the modern world. In fact, people who lack chakra are the minority so it wasn't unusual to run into someone using a simple jutsu to help their everyday lives. Wind jutsus are used to blow away stray, dead leaves; water jutsus are used to water lawns and plants. Restaurants use fire jutsus to roast meats and vegetables to serve to customers. Now, what was unusual was fighting with any kind of Ninjutsu. Though it isn't illegal, it is frowned upon unless you're a classified Genin, Chunin, or Jonin. But even then, they have to be careful or else the media will turn on them in an instant.

(y/n) (l/n) was a certified Genin, the lowest rank of Shinobi. Only being a part of a few fights, (y/n) didn't see herself ranking up anytime soon. That was until her mother got married to former Hokage -and a definite Jonin- Minato. With a new father, comes a new son, I guess.

(y/n) put on her scarlet red dress, a little too revealing but her mother said it's time to attract a few boys. To match, she put on a pair of nude-colored high heels. The slit on her dress showed her toned legs, and her back was exposed. Luckily, her mother let her wear her hair down so she didn't feel too uncomfortable. (y/n) doesn't usually wear lipstick, especially a dark red one, but since it was a special occasion -and she's also going to be speaking at the reception- she figured it was going to please her mother. After all, aside from being a pretty, strong Jonin-leveled Kunoichi, (y/n)'s mother was a makeup artist.

She so desperately wanted to wash off the caked-on makeup, but what would be the point? She spent two hours on her face alone. The sixteen-year-old tried her best to fight the urge to bite her bottom lip so lipstick wouldn't stain her pearly white teeth. Though her mother tried to convince (y/n) to put her hair up in tight box braids, (y/n) decided against it so she could spare her poor scalp. It was brushed, rid of tangles, beautiful; it took a few long moments to tame her lion's mane though.

She left the room, leaving her comfortable sandals behind. If her mother had gone with the dress (y/n) suggested, then (y/n)'s phone would've been tucked away in a deep pocket. But dresses with pockets aren't too fashionable.

The wedding was being held at Minato's late grandparents' house because it has yet to be sold. Don't tell anyone, but Minato hasn't put it up for sale yet due to the fact he wants to hold on to the memories. His grandparents were blessed enough to have a beautiful house with an large backyard. It was the size of a park, had many flower beds, and grew its own fruit. Tables, chairs, and the dance set-up was being put out by close friends or family. Naruto, her new step-brother, was sweeping any dead leaves and grass away from shaded concrete area where the dance floor is going to be. (y/n) watched from the patio as everyone scrambled around, placing things.

"You should meet the best man," A voice behind her said. "After all, you will be walking down the isle with him." It was her grandmother, holding a box of table decor.

"Have you met him yet?" (y/n) asked in a quiet tone, standing up straight. Her grandmother was most certainly going to forcefully prop the teen's back up if she didn't fix her posture.

"Oh yes dear, he's a very kind young man," The elder admitted as the breeze flowed through her short, brittle hair.

"Which one is he? He missed the practice," (y/n) said, recalling walking alone while music played in the background. At the time, she was in sweats and a tight t-shirt.

It was surprising that Minato chose someone else to be his best man because (y/n) was the maid of honor. She assumed that Naruto was going to be her counterpart.

"Kakashi," (y/n)'s grandmother told her. The girl knew of that name, hearing it bounce around in her school hallways by rumor. He was older than her and all her peers by a few years. The girls at her school liked him, or the way he looked. They were the kind of girls to sneak into college parties then lose their virginity that very same night.

(y/n) didn't know how this man looked like but she didn't expect much from him. "Let me help you, mama," She said, taking the box from the older woman. She carefully made her way down the steps, straying away from the busy, steaming household. They just had to be basic and have a summer wedding, (y/n) sighed to herself. Before (y/n) stepped off of the last step, her grandmother told her how she wanted the tables set up.

She made it onto the freshly-cut grass, placing the tub on the ground beside her first table. She took out the burgundy tablecloth and draped it over the round table. She put down a few lace accents and other small decor like a picture of the soon-to-be-wedded couple then placed the centerpiece-- A vase of lavender flowers. They were died a pale yellow to match the rustic aesthetic. Once done, she held the tub between her hand and hip while her other hand dusted off the cushioned seats of the dining chairs.

"Let me take that," One of her uncles said, taking the translucent box away. A small, "Thanks," followed from (y/n)'s plumped-up lips. She was called by another adult, asking the girl to get some food from their trunk. They already had their hands full so (y/n) did as told. She ran to the front, looking for the car. The door was still ajar and matched the description that she was given. There were two or three medium-sized, cardboard boxes stained by grease, basking in the summer sun. (y/n) already knew what it was; it was fried catfish, head to tail.

This sucks, (y/n) thought to herself. She had to take multiple trips back and forth, ruining her plans to hide and read her book. "Need help?"

|･ﾟﾟ･fin･ﾟﾟ･|