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Arranged Love | Pt 2

Thank you to Mrs. Hatake for requesting this prompt to me!

In which: f!reader is interested in being in a fwb like relationship, but is forced into an arranged marriage with the one and only, Hatake Kakashi. Both (y/n) and Kakashi only agree to marry for the sake of convivence. (y/n) with her needs, and Kakashi with his wish to revive his clan.

My first date, eh?

This ought to go terribly-

What did I do to deserve this?

I must be in hell because it'll feel like repenting for my sins.

You anxiously paced your room as your best friends, Yuhi Kurenai and Mitarashi Anko sat at the foot of your bed. "Why'd ya call us so urgently, (y/n)?" Kurenai asked, playing with a lock of her beautiful black hair.

You let out an exasperated sigh as you flopped face-first into your plush mattress, "Date..." was all you could muster up.

"YOU'RE GOIN' ON A DATE!" Anko cheered quite loudly, "Etto, sorry..." She realized her volume, "What I meant was, congrats!"

"Honestly, it's not something to congratulate me on..." Your face fell, "It's not my choice..."

Kurenai cupped your face, "Arranged?" She asked, to which you nodded, "Who'd your parents choose?"

"That silver-haired prick, Hatake." You grumbled, tightly hugging your lavender body-sized pillow. Reluctantly, you gave in to the girl's request for more information.

"Listen, (y/n)," Kurenai tried to reassure you with her calming words, "He's not as bad he used to be. Kakashi's became quite relaxed nowadays." To which, Anko nodded in agreement.

"Sure," You shrugged, "But I think he still hates me..."

Anko poked your cheek, "Just give him a good impression tonight. Things might change, ya know."

"I highly doubt that," You muttered, "Plus, I'm terrible at all things guy-related!"

"We'll help you get ready, just trust us on this," Kurenai told you, her tone telling you that she was serious. Even as a 25-year-old, your friends had a tendency to baby you. Sure, they were older than you, but it tended to be quite troublesome.

"Alright..."

Ding dong, the doorbell to your apartment chimed. At least he's only 25 minutes late... Your inner self grumbled as you went to greet Kakashi at the door. "Kon'nichiwa," You nodded at him with minimal enthusiasm.

"Kon'nichiwa, (l/n)," Kakashi replied in an equally unhappy tone. His eyes flitted up and down your form as the two of you walked out into town.

"What is it, Hatake?" You demanded, arching your eyebrow, "My eyes are up here." For once, you were unhappy with the fact that you were, let's just say, well endowed.

Kakashi shook his head, "Nothing, nothing at all, (l/n)." Incoherently, you muttered all sorts of colorful insults under your breath. So much trying to be in a good mood...

"So, where are we going?" You attempted to lighten up the rocky mood. "Try to start a casual conversation. That not too easy to mess up," Kurenai had told you.

"My house." Kakashi didn't even spare you even the quickest glance. What's up with him! I tried to be friendly. Stuck-up idiot! "We're just having dinner, alright. No more questions." With a soft sigh, you nodded, walking the rest of the way in silence. "Here," Kakashi took your fall jacket, shoving it into the coat closet along with his own. "I'll go warm up the food. You can just have a seat over there." He pointed at a little dining table near a window, "The restroom is over there, in case you need to wash up."

"Itadakimasu," both of you whispered to yourselves, digging into your aromatic dinner of (f/f). The two of you ate the meal in almost complete silence, not sparing the other a glance. To you, the food was simply too good to divert your attention from. You made a mental note to ask Kakashi where he had gotten it from.

Halfway through the meal, Kakashi sighed, placing down his chopsticks, "Why are you here?" He asked, but then rephrased, "As in, what about us are you in for?"

You put down your chopsticks, "I'm not here bec-" You looked up, but were caught off guard by a little something. His face...your mind said in awe at the beauty. Your gaze studied his unmasked face, yet still unable to see his legendary Sharingan eye, which was covered by his hitai-ate. Kakashi's elegant nose, the scar that ran across his left eye, his sharp jawline, and then to the beauty mark that graced a spot close to his ever so slightly chapped lips.

"What? My face?" Kakashi chuckled, "We're going to get married, you better eat used to it." He looked at you happily for just a split-second. Yet the very next moment, he reverted to his original stoic state, "As I was saying, what in this for you?"

You had to take a moment to recover from seeing Kakashi's face, "I-I u-uh..!" You mentally scolded yourself, telling yourself to get your act together. "I'm not here because I want to. It's all arranged by my parents. Hell, I didn't know that you were coming until I came home myself. This is all against my will."

"Hm," Kakashi studied your expression, "That's not exactly how your parents described your situation, but alright."

"What did they tell you?" You asked, your tone drier than the sands of Sunakagure no Sato.

A smirk formed on Kakashi's features, "They said that your love life is quite non-existent. Also, they just wanted to help give you a nudge in that department."

Your eyes widened as a flush adorned your cheeks, either caused by the sake you drank, or out of embarrassment. "N-no! It's not like that! I-it's just not the right time for me. I love my job, and I don't want to settle down just yet. Plus, I haven't found my Mr. Right just yet!" You tried to reason with Kakashi, who was flashing you an amused look. He was probably thriving off of how uncomfortable you felt.

"Actually..." He scratched his cheek, "That makes some sense..."

"So you’re backing out?!" Your eyes glittered with hope.

"Nope," Kakashi shook his head much to your dismay, "Trust me, I like this just as much as you do."

"Then why are we trying to make things work?! Neither of us likes this case, so why give it a chance?" You demanded in despair.

"You have a point," Kakashi pointed out, "But you see, it'll be beneficial for both sides if we work."

You pouted, "How so?"

"For you, your parents will stop nagging you." Kakashi stated, "And I'll get to revive my clan. And also, seeing that you and your parents are the last of your clan, you kekkei genkai May end up being a trademark for the Hatake's."

You rolled your eyes and mumbled, "So you just want to impregnate me, and relabel metal release as a Hatake thing?"

"You make it sound like I'm some kind of bad guy..." Kakashi raised his uncovered eyebrow.

"Well, you definitely aren't under a good light in my mind." You groaned angrily.

Kakashi face-palmed, "I was trying to be nice, and ask about how you were feeling about all of this."

"Well, I'm simply doing this for the sake of connivance." You finished, brushing a lock of your (h/c) hair out of your (e/c) eyes. In full honesty, you were somewhat surprised that Kakashi at least thought about how you felt about the predicament. It definitely wasn't something that you liked. But you had no way out...There goes my freedom...

"Your father told me to give you this..." Kakashi trailed off, sticking his hand into his pocket, fishing an object out of it. You sucked in your breath when you saw it...a ring. Your family's heirloom to be exact. It was beautiful, without a doubt. You had even adored polishing it as a young girl, dreaming about the day you would get to wear it. This was not how you imagined the day go. Tough luck. Life's a bitch, it ain't always cute, you told yourself.

"Well?" Kakashi looked at you expectantly.

With incredible amounts of regret and remorse, you gave him your right hand, "I hate you, Anata," you told him as he slid the beautiful rose gold ring up your ring finger. You had channeled as much sarcasm into the affectionate term, anata. You had spat it out like poison.

"And I loath you, Koishii." Kakashi told you, saying darling just the same way as you had called him dear.

There you were, engaged to your hater. The man who was to marry you for sheer convenience. No love, no respect. Nothing. It was arranged love.

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