Mysterious Kunoichi (Part 1 of 2 in the MK Series)

Reset

A reset. If only life was that easy. People always assume that Rin is who ruined me. No. I loved Rin, yes. But I loved Rin like I loved Obito. Like I love Gai, Asuma and Kurenai. The only woman I've every truly loved, lie alone in the disheveled apartment next door to me. She's beautiful and sexy. She's smart and knows it. She strong, one of the strongest, Shinobi I know. She really did have my respect all along. When she was drafted into the ANBU, that's when I knew she was going to be one of the best. All to prove everyone wrong.

I remember the day I realized I was in love with her. It wasn't too long before the massacre. She was 16. I think it was about six months before she left the village. Tenzo had told me she returned injured from a solo mission. He didn't give any details. I found her immediately. Her legs and left forearm were bandaged. When I called her name, she spun around, her hair fanning out as she did. The sun made her eyes shine.

I cursed Tenzo on the inside, she was perfectly fine. I didn't know why my heart ached at the thought of her being injured. Then thinking that someone hurt her? My anger boiled. Then she admitted it was a simple mistake, a fall from a broken branch. If she hadn't been alone, it wouldn't have mattered at all. But I couldn't always be there to protect her. No matter how badly I wanted to.

When I walked away from her that day, I knew how my heart felt. I knew my heart belonged to her. It didn't make sense, I kept my distance. I was rude, hurtful, even cruel. She was so much younger than me. She was a kid. I shouldn't feel this way about her. It was wrong. It was wrong in so many ways.

I laid in bed now, inhaling her lingering scent on my sheets. I refused to wash them. I would hold onto as much of her as I could. I'd have Tenzo keep an eye on her. I'd tell Tsunade to back off. Let Y/n work missions and just leave her alone.

I fell asleep hugging onto my pillow as though it was her. Clutching it close as though my life depended on it. It did. I needed her. Even if it was at a distance, my heart could still cling to the hope that she'd love me again one day.

If only I could press reset.

Genma POV:

After Kakashi left, I slumped into the booth where he had just sat. "Fuck." I groaned.

"You really do love her. Don't you?" Asuma's voice had me looking up to him.

"Yes. I do." I answered solemnly.

Kurenai and Asuma exchanged a look. I knew what they were thinking. It's what everyone thought about me. Ever since my last relationship, they all thought I was a user. And I was. It was different with Y/n though. I didn't just want to sleep with her. I wanted to hold her close. Protect her from harm, physical and emotional.

Asuma and Kurenai said their goodbyes and left. I just sat there. I stared at a scratch in the table and lost track of time. It wasn't until someone sat across from me that looked up.

"You look rough man." Raidō said.

"Thanks."

"I thought you had a date?"

"I fucked up."

"That bad?" He arched a brow.

"Yea. She said she wants nothing to do with me."

"So? When has that stopped you before? Or effected you? You've always moved on quickly."

"She's different."

"You're in love with her?" He sounded so shocked.

"Yes." I dropped my forehead to the table with a loud thud.

"I'm sorry man." Raidō offered.

"Whatever. I'm going home."

I shuffled my way out, not waiting for a reply. The bitter cold didn't even register as I walked home. All I could think about was the look on her face. She was hurt. I was hurt. What hurt worse though, I realized she'd never look at me the way she looks at him.

She's in love with Kakashi. I don't think she'll ever admit it. I don't think she'll let herself love him. Especially not after the mission debacle. A reset on life would be great. For me. For her. I bet even Kakashi would take a reset. I couldn't tell what he was thinking as she spoke, but I could see he was pained by her words. Just as much, if not more than I was.

I left a trail of clothes as I made my way to bed. I didn't even care. I was off tomorrow and I didn't plan on leaving the house. I snuggled into the bed we had just shared. I missed her warmth. I missed the way her body curved to fit mine. I could faintly smell her toxic scent on my sheets still.

Reset. Yea, a reset would be nice.