#okay……. OKAY….. IN HER DEFENCE….. she’ll ride it /carefully/

[bronzebtch]

adding to this, a pregnant rhea would probably still ride horses when she’s eight months long.

[bouncyirwin]

Serendipity (Kakashi’s POV + Smut) || KakaSaku two-shot

The once comforting tick-tock sound of his clock that filled the silence was now grating, mocking as it soldiered on while he lay stuck on the same paragraph for the past thirty minutes. He had retyped it no less than seven times and still, it lacked the impact an opening paragraph possessed. How was he supposed to make the book sell if he couldn't hook the readers in from the first page? He had a reputation to uphold!

The first Icha Icha book he published after Jiraiya's retirement, Icha Icha Gambit, was such a great hit it climbed about every chart in multiple countries. Now, a year later, his fanbase was demanding another book and he could do no more than comply.

But the same problem persisted: It just wasn't getting written. Kakashi hated repetition, he hated unoriginality. He wanted to write something new, something different. Groaning, he slumped back in his seat, eyes roaming the familiar walls of his office. It was just past twelve— he had about four hours left before he needed to meet up with Tenzou for lunch and discuss the other man's new gardening book.

'Enough of this,' he thought with a surge of irritation and clambered to his feet, fingers raking through his mussed up hair. He needed a break, a solid female character breakdown, and coffee.

Grabbing his coat, wallet, and keys, he hurried to his car and away from the four walls that had held him captive for the better part of last week. He drove to the other side of town, deep into the city where a Starbucks laid nestled between two massive brick buildings and parked in a nearby spot.

The weather was nice, slightly on the warmer side, but the cool breeze was a blessing. It blew scattered leaves up, making them flutter in a rapid dance, and discarded them somewhere new. Inspiration was already coming to him in the form of a chance meeting on a fall day —night, perhaps - his female protagonist returning late from a meetup, missing her bus, witnessing an illegal deal… Hmm… he should probably give her a non-threatening appearance to gloss over the sharp-mind she'd have…

"Hey, watch out!" Kakashi's head snapped in the direction of the cry just in time to witness the hurtling bike racing in his and a young woman's direction.

His reflexes saved him from being run over, but not the same could be said about the rosette in front of him, who was falling backwards a second later. Kakashi didn't think, didn't weigh the pros and cons, and quickly stepped forward to catch her, but that resulted in both of them impacting the pavement with a force that knocked the air out of him. Kakashi wheezed, a shock of pain raced up his spine and he winced.

The only thing that distracted him off the pain in his ass (and maybe he should use that expression in his new book) was the pained cry of the pink haired woman in his hold. He forced his head up, concerned for her well being. "Hey- hey, are you okay?"

Shiny, emerald green eyes slowly met his, looking a little like a forest out of this world, and they widened as she gasped— and he might've wondered what warranted her shock except in that second he was utterly and ridiculously captured by her eyes because never had he seen such clear, lively green before.

"I-I…" she stuttered, and his eyes immediately fell to her mouth —pink as her hair, plump, teeth sinking into the soft flesh— and as distracting as the sight was, it didn't keep him from noticing her crimson drenched hand. Oh. A piece of glass was sticking out of her palm, and it looked very painful.

"Damn," he breathed, reaching to carefully inspect the cut with ginger fingers. Her skin was warm, the back of her hand smooth and soft to the touch. He would've taken the time to admire it had her injury not looked so deep. "That looks pretty serious, come on you should probably go to the hospital."

She seemed in a daze as he helped her to her feet and he was beginning to worry. His words seemed to suddenly register in her mind and she stammered, much like he did whenever the H word was mentioned. "H-hospital? W-wait, it's fine. I'm— I'm a med student."

Well, that he could safely say he wasn't expecting. "Med student?" It wasn't to say she looked dumb, but he had just met her and he could already see the way brightness surrounded her like a warm embrace. From her captivating green eyes to the shine of her almost translucent silk-like skin, to the way her hair seemed to absorb the sunlight above and become the colour of the sunset— someone like her had no business in a place as dull as a hospital.

He realised he was yet to let go of her, and from where he held her, he could see the golden tinge in her eyes, the faint rosiness blooming in her cheeks, the slight moistness of her lips— and then she was regrettably staggering out of his hold, all while nodding and insisting she'll go home.

It was ridiculous that he missed her warmth immediately— even more ludicrous that he was abruptly and inconceivably attracted to a woman he knew for the whole of three minutes. All that aside, the fact stood that her injury was raining crimson droplets on the innocent pavement, and dying her red pea coat a dull maroon colour. He couldn't comprehend how she was calmly chatting with him in her situation. "Alright, I'll drop you."

For a few moments she seemed too stunned to reply, which in itself was curious, and then her eyes slowly roamed every inch of his face like she was studying an unnatural, unworldly phenomena: his eyes, his scar, his hair, his mouth, and finally back to his eyes. Kakashi watched, fascinated, as her cheeks burned an endearing shade of pink and she floundered almost adorably. "Y-you don't have to! It's a two block walk."

"Don't be silly, you're leaking blood everywhere. I can't leave you like this." And he snorted as he said his statement —his sorry excuse of an excuse could hardly fool anyone— his arm wrapped around the shocked rosette's waist and guided her away. Who was he even kidding? That was hardly the reason to why he wanted to drive her home.

Kakashi wasn't particularly a gentleman despite how his fanbase liked to depict him— far from it. He believed he was a man guided by his desires, and right now what he wanted was to spend time with this strangely alluring woman.

Konoha, despite how green and yellow and blue it was, was bleak to his eyes more often than not. In this town, he saw and knew every nook and cranny, and it got repetitive. But here she was a woman straight out of a fantasy book made of sunshine and light and for a few moments, Konoha didn't look very dull anymore.

Throughout the car ride he could practically feel her eyes burning holes in his head, like she found him as fascinating as he found her— and how utterly ridiculous that thought was, for he was as bleak and as dull as his beloved Konoha. And when they finally arrived at their destination, he followed after her like a man possessed.

In his defence, Kakashi felt perfectly justified in his behaviour. He concluded he was experiencing a mild case of love at first sight— and that made him snort again, albeit quieter, he really had no plans creeping this woman out.

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