In a sense, travelling was great.

Inhale skies. Exhale stars.

The idea of seeing every corner of the world is tempting. Your eyes crave the beauty of sights you've yet not seen. Places unpronounceable are calling your name. You've lost yourself in the trees, among the ever changing leaves. You wept beneath the clear skies as the stars told the stories of ancient times. The flowers grew towards your light, the rivers called your name at night.

You could not live the ordinary life, when you existed solely to unravel the mysteries of the universe. It had always been like that, adventure was on the wind, and it shivered down your spine.

In your years of travelling, the mountains taught you how to stand proud and tall, and how to see your life clearer with your head above the clouds. When you swam through the rivers, the currents, swift and fast, taught you to be cautious when you wash away your worries, it's vastness taught you to be humble. At night, the cackling fire before you and the shining stars above you taught you there's beauty in the dark. And you kept learning, experiencing. Living your life while it's there.

Crafting the tales you can tell when you're old and rickety.

But that's when you falter, who're you gonna tell these stories to? You're alone. These new faces are welcoming, but they'll forget you when you're away.

In reality, you have no one.

You call yourself a wanderer, but in reality, you're only a lonely, homeless girl.

You spend your nights gazing at the shifting constellations, the sky your blanket, the grass blades your pillow, just silently gazing above, romanticizing if someone was by your side. You begin to invent things, fabricate experiences, guessing it's human nature to add and subtract. Our lives are living, breathing artworks after all, shouldn't orchestrating them into something to your liking be okay?

Sometimes you ponder, if you wanted to stay, where would it be? No, you were not talking about a structure of bricks cemented together. You meant, someone who genuinely cared, who wished you came back, who aches when you fall. You weren't talking about bricks, you were talking about flesh and bones.

Somebody, to whom when you returned to, you'd spill out anything and everything, every new place you visited, everything amazing that happened, all the details of your adventures in a single breath. 'you talk too much.' they'd tell you and you'll laugh.

That's the trouble with a woman's heart, it knows nothing of boundary, it is the wild and unconditional thirst of a soul.

And then, in the end of the day, you wouldn't be able to relate to any of the constellations, but only a single lonely star in a far off corner. No matter how bright it shined, it made no difference.

Sure, you were a hurricane. But hurricanes have no home.

You huff, breaking out of your gutter of metaphorical over sentimental melodrama.

Your eyes then locked on the only man available in the room, you scowled.

"Let's me go or I'll punch your face off, ya know!" You yelled at the top of your lungs.

After a few horrendous hours of interrogating you, you were kept in this empty room that had nothing but a chair, table and a window inside. To add to your anger, you hadn't eaten anything for breakfast and your stomach was dangerously near to producing sounds of a hyperventilating whale.

"Calm down [y/n]-chan, lady Tsunade will be here soon and then she'll dismiss you--" A ninja assigned to look over you spoke, lightly scratching his flushed cheek with his index finger nervously, "And maybe after that we could g-go out for some r-ramen -- you and I? hehe--"

Your face scrunched up in disgust. You'd rather die or starvation than eat by one of your tormentors. Tormentors, yes, that's what they were.

"No, thank you." You scowled and he cowered in fear and disappointment.

This had never happened to you before. You had been travelling for almost three and a half years and nobody ever lay a finger on you, partly because you looked like a normal, nice civilian. But apparently, looks weren't entirely fulfilling the criteria of hidden leaf village's security concerns.

You grumbled under your breath, straightening your yukata, that wasn't exactly crafted for your gender. You disguised yourself as a man to repel as many perverts as you could, since you naturally caught attention of rather a large amount of those.

Apparently, it didn't work here.

To add to that, when you were captured by these idiots, you forgot to pick your travel bag and now you had absolutely nothing. That was bad, even for a vagabond like yourself.

You had every right to be mad.

"Strange chakra my behind..." you muttered under your breath when the door swung opened revealing a beautiful woman who appeared to be aging around late twenties.

She had blonde hair and amber eyes, but what caught your attention, as much as you regretted it, was her chest. Was that for real?

"Lady Tsunade." The guy who asked you out lowered his head in acknowledgment.

So this was the Tsunade they're all talking about? One of the five Kage? The esteemed Hokage. You'd say you were rather impressed. She was even more gorgeous than the mizukage of the mist. Welp, anyone's better than that pathetic excuse of a tsuchikage, who shrugged you off from his village like you were no big deal.

You were planning to let her have a piece of your temper but merely her expression told you that she had a temper worse than the Raikage so you sat your ass down.

Before your session of self debate ended, the door swung open again. The figure that entered the territory this time made you think that maybe ending up here wasn't that unfortunate of a thing after all. Hot boy alert started buzzing in your brain as you struggled to keep your calm.

It was a man about a year or two older than you, with unkempt hair shining like silver and obsidian black eyes, or eye. His face was veiled in a black asymmetrical mask but his jawline was still prominent. He was muscular, hella. His vest framed his chest perfectly and the sleeves of the black shirt underneath it were rolled up to his elbows.

Holy moly, you wouldn't mind eating ramen with him.

And then something happened, his eyes widened, his lips parted and then he spoke in a gentle voice, "[y/n]?"

He said it so gently, in a sweet voice it was almost like humming a lullaby. But moreover, he said you name as if he knew you. As if you had met before.

But if you had, you were sure as hell you'd remember him. Then why didn't you recall him? Could it be -- that he knew you before the amnesia?

Your eyes shot wide open. Not a single person ever -- to this point -- of years of travelling, not one had ever claimed to recognize you. Not a single person knew a thing about your past. You weren't even sure you existed before it. But now, you found a hope. A hope that maybe you'll find your home, your identity, your clan.

Enthusiasm surged through your veins as you stood upright, facing him.

"Y-you know me?" your eyes widened.

"You know her, Kakashi?" Lady Hokage interrupted.

Kakashi, that was his name.

He looked at her and then looked back at you. He was a head taller, and his chest seemed very, very huggable. So much, you had to look away to suppress the urge. Thank god, you hadn't seen his lips yet.

"yes." was all he said, still looking directly in your eyes.

Your eyes widened yet again and heat rose to your cheeks upon realizing the way he was looking at you, so boldly.

"How so?" Lady Tsunade asked curiously.

"All I remember is that it was years ago, it was a team seven mission, a village happened to come in our way but we didn't have a place to stay. This lady offered us a place to say. I can't exactly pinpoint when or where. It's as if it was washed from my memory."

"A village? Was that m-my hometown?" you asked, completely baffled.

He went quiet for a while, his eye tracing every contour of your face,

"Maybe." he hummed with a close eyed smile.

"Oh well, look at that! You two know each other! That's great, now there's no one who can do this job better than you, Kakashi!" Lady Tsunade cheered, "As for you, (y/n) we apologize for the inconvenience caused, I hope you enjoy your time here in the hidden leaf, you may leave."

With that said, she turned on her heel and left the room to you, Kakashi and an awkward silence.

"You know me--" you mumbled, he looked at you with a soft expression, "Not a single person has ever said that to me. Please tell me where I'm from. I need to return home, I need to find where I belong, my family. Please, you're the only one who can help me--"

He stared at you with his warm comforting gaze. His hand rose and slowly reached towards you. You stiffened as it settled on the top of your head and gently ruffling your [h/c] bangs.

"I'll -- see you later." he hummed.

With that, he turned around, picked up a file from the desk and left.

Uh?