Like A Hurricane (Kakashi X OC)

Like Old Times

The rain started slowly. A slight drizzle calming all the dust that we had stirred up during our sparring match. Then it poured. The type of downpour that soaked the earth completely and left you wondering which direction you were walking. I stood in it for a minute but it was long enough for my clothes to get drenched and heavy. When I finally made it to cover it was underneath the roofing of an old shop.

Trying not to make too much of a mess I tried to ring out as much water out of my clothes that I could. It didn't help, seeing as each time I twisted the fabric around what seemed like a bucket full would pour down beside my feet. "This is getting me no where" I mumbled to myself.

"You look as if you could use a towel," A voice beside me said as fabric fell over my eyes. I reached up and grabbed the cloth that draped over my head and looked at the one who had placed it there.

"You could say that," I replied smiling up at man who still had a lit cigarette in his mouth.

"What happened? You look like hell." He said staring out into the rain before taking a puff of the cigarette.

"Thanks. Its good to see you too Asuma. Nice to know your sense of tact hasn't changed in that time." I began taking the towel and attempting to dry my hair.

"Now now Shiori," He chuckled giving me a smile, "If I didn't tell you when you looked like hell who would."

"Tch.  Ass." I joked as I continued to dry myself off. We sat in silence as we listened to the rain beat down onto the buildings. Looking out you couldn't see the building that sat across the street. Just a sheet of water.

"So were you planning on coming to see me before you got assigned your next mission or were you just going to leave a note again?" Asuma spoke up

"I was hoping to not get assigned any missions for a while." I replied flatly looking at him sideways. His looks hadn't changed in the last three years. His hair is a little longer and so is the ridiculous facial hair he insists on growing out. No matter how many times I tell him that its just that.

"You let me know how that works out for you. In the mean time you didn't answer my question."

"I was going to see you soon. I did only get back yesterday. Give a girl time to get settled back in."

"You had time enough to see the old man and apparently get some intense training in from the look of you." He said turning to face me fully checking over my cuts and bruises

"I was.... sparring with someone," I said faltering a little under his scrutiny.

"You actually found someone crazy enough to spar with you? Who was it? Guy is out on a mission so I know it wasn't him." He said shocked

"Kakashi Hatake." I said bitterly

"Kakashi? He actually sparred with you?"

"What? Is that surprising or something?" I asked curious

"It is actually," Asuma said turning his stare back out onto the rain

"Why? Because he actually sparred with someone or that I actually cooperated with someone long enough to have a sparring match with them?"

"Both," He chuckled. He reached up and ruffled my hair before draping an arm lazily around my shoulders. "So how did you get acquainted with Kakashi?"

"Not by choice if that's what you're really wanting to know." I said leaning into his side a little.

"I wasn't suggesting anything. I just know Kakashi and I know you. Both of you almost go out of your way to make it look like you're the laziest people in the village when in truth you two are the exact opposite of lazy. Trust me I know lazy." He said blowing out a little puff of smoke leaning back into me