Kakahihatake hikaye

Authors Note: This is my first story... I've been readin' a few stories ever since I was introduced to WattPad, and now, I'm inspired to make my own story. Not a Lemon (or is it?) Summary-Like-Blurb: (y/n) is a young woman who originated from The Land of Water, but became a rogue ninja after being treated terribly by everyone who lived there, because of her parent's criminal history. When team seven is assigned to capture her, they forcefully take her back to Konaha, but on their way there, Kakashi Hatake, the leader of Team 7, talks up some interesting conversation with (y/n). They finally get back to Konaha, and (y/n) is put in jail. Although, Kakashi refuses to let her stay away from him, and does something shady. Later Kakashi and (y/n) start to have major feelings for each other, but before he could confess, someone else takes her away from him. The kidnapper took (y/n) two reasons. But what were they? Was it out of jealousy? Who was the kidnapper? Find out, and read "Do You Love Me Back?". Story By: Sarcastic_Someone

She was fire unapologetically bold, fiercely gifted, and far too stubborn to yield. He was wind quiet by nature, brilliant without effort, and always drifting just out of reach. They clashed the moment they met maybe even before that. Their rivalry was the kind people whispered about in cafés and training fields alike: loud spats in sparring matches, glances too sharp to be innocent, teamwork too perfect to be just coincidence. Everyone swore they hated each other. And maybe... they did. But there's a thin line between hate and something softer, something warmer, something far more dangerous. Because in the silence between arguments, in the stillness after every spar, something began to bloom not roses, not lilies, but burning petals that refused to wilt. Between forehead flicks and side-eyes, midnight training and accidental confessions, an Uchiha girl and a Nara boy found themselves tangled in something they couldn't quite name. Pride kept them apart. But fate kept pulling them back together. And under skies painted in blossoms and tension, two enemies began to fall not in battle. But in love. Because even fire can bloom... if the wind dares to carry it.