Chapter 2
After the day was said and over and Kakashi managed to ward off the undergrad girl who had been trying her hardest to make her way into his pants all semester, he gathered up his belongings and prepared to leave his office until the summer semester began. As he went to close and lock his door, he saw a brown leather Louis Vuitton sitting on the ground by the chair opposite of his desk where students would sit in and plead their case. Much like a particular student that stood out in his mind. The bag was obviously real, which is how he was positive that it did not belong to the tacky undergrad who just begged him for a night out on the town. He sighed as he shuffled through the things, looking for the wallet and the address of the owner. He pulled it out and looked over the ID. He let out another sigh. He was hoping this was a student he could forever put behind him but as he was finding out, fate would not be that kind. He knew that the lost and found office was closed for a month until the summer semester began, and from the address that was listed on the ID, he figured that it would be quicker and cheaper to just return the bag to the annoying owner rather than mailing it across the city. Then perhaps she would feel somewhat remorseful about her harsh comments from earlier. Spoiled and bratty were the only two terms that came to mind when it came to you.
62nd Street.
The Upper East End, with a prime view of Central Park. Just who exactly was this girl marrying that got her that kind of view. He had noticed the large rock on your hand when you gripped the textbook for the class with it and presented your right hand for him to shake on the first day of class. He noticed that you were classically beautiful, but that is what unnerved him the most. He had figured that someone with that rock, and your good looks, had found some Financial District trader to make bed with. He didn't understand why you had even bothered finishing school. He figured that the whoever it was that you were marrying had children from a previous marriage, as you were always running out of class five minutes early to ensure that you had made it to ballgames and PTA meetings early.
He knew all this from the other professors who endlessly made excuses for you whenever he spitefully brought up your name. It did bring a sense of sick joy to him when he saw your MetroCard and credit cards nestled in your wallet, meaning that you most likely had to walk home, from Greenwich Village, all the way to 62nd St. He knew that your brown Mary Janes would have not been comfortable on that journey and that your brown tweed pencil skirt that endlessly teased him each time you wore it, didn't have a lot of give, so the walk home for you would have been a long and uncomfortable one. He hopped onto the R train heading north and prepared himself for your apologies, he felt even more smug as he transferred to the W train and as he stepped out of the station onto 5th Ave, smelling the fresh air that Central Park was able to provide. A quick walk and he made it to your apartment. A full five stories tall and it seemed that it had a rooftop terrance.
He had never fully dove into why he distasted you so much, perhaps it was the fact that you were taking the place of a more deserving student who was not just going to get her law degree and then drop out, maybe it was the dark academia outfits, that despite their casual looks, were most certainly designer, maybe it was the way you had tried to outsmart him in all his lectures, maybe it was the way you were way too enthusiastic for a about a career that would eventually steal your soul, or perhaps it was the way that he had barely been able to keep his eyes of you for the entirety of the 16 weeks that you sat, right in the front of the lecture hall, beautiful intelligent eyes always trained on him and the subject matter of the day. He shrugged that though away as he pressed the doorbell, as the door begin to open he prepared a snarky comment for you and how you weren't even intelligent enough to remember your designer bag on the way out of his office. At the last split second he realized that you probably had staff to open the door.
He then readied himself for the butler, or whatever staff you may have. What he wasn't expecting was a child, almost teenager, with jet black hair, and black obsidian eyes, who bore a look of sheer boredom that could compete with his own. Kakashi blinked a few times at the pre-teen.
"You're not Naruto or Sakura" the kid drawled out. Manners were obviously missing, but that was to be expected when you were raised across the street from Central Park. Shame on you for not teaching the child better, was all he thought. The kid must of been your future stepson.
"Um. No. Is your... mom here?" he asked unsure as to what to call you.
"My mom?" the kid questioned back, an eyebrow raised and a look of disgust now replaced the look of boredom that he held earlier. Kakashi cursed himself, of course the kid wouldn't call you mom.
"Step-mom maybe?" Kakashi held your bag up for the kid to see.
"Oh. Yeah, hold on. Y/N! THERE'S SOMEONE HERE FOR YOU" the kid shouted. That's when Kakashi saw you decided the staircase, in nothing but a white tank top and a pair of gray sweatpants that were way too large for you.
"Coming coming" he heard you call back. Your eyes finally met as you descended the last stair into the foyer. Your e/c eyes then darted to Sasuke in a quick glare. " Sasuke, what have I told you about answering the door for strangers, idiot?" you asked through clenched teeth.
"I thought it was Naruto or Sakura" he fired back shooting you a glare as tough as his own.
"Besides, he has your purse, maybe YOU should't leave your bag with sketchy strangers." Your eyes darted back to Kakashi as he stood in the door way holding the bag in question. He noticed tattoos that danced across your chest and upper arms, as well as the cleavage that your tanktop and sports bra did a terrible job at hiding. You were holding a class of red wine and he could hear the sound of some k-pop band playing in the background. Your hair was thrown up into a messy bun on top of your head and your face was clean from the tidy looking makeup that you typically sported. He had never seen in this form, and it did not sit well with him. If he had thought you were attractive before, this just amplified those thoughts by ten-fold.
"Um... thanks..." you murmured as you took the leather bag from him looking sheepish. "I bet that walk from Washington Square to here was a killer" Kakashi said with a smirk. "What? Oh... no. I called an Uber on my phone. It's a Friday, I never take the subway on a Friday" you explained as you dug through your things to make sure everything was there. "Besides I didn't even notice it was missing. Probably because I was still reeling over you being the rudest person I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. And that's saying a lot seeing as I've lived in New York my whole life," you released a laugh at the last statement. You seemed more relaxed and like the whole thing had already rolled off shoulders at that point. Kakashi figured it was because of the wine, or maybe you didn't want to seem angry in front of the kid, who seemed to have his own anger issues going for him.
"Well you might want to be more careful. I don't know if your professor at Harvard would be kind enough to cross Boston to return a bag." You finished digging through the contents and spared him a glance.
"I told you, I'm going to Columbia. Geez you really don't listen do you? Probably too busy looking at Miss. Boobs when I was leaving your office" you practically hissed. "Professor Sarutobi made it sound like you would be attending Harvard this next academic year" Kakashi said ignoring your other comments.
"Yeah things change," you said as your eyes softly drifted to the brooding teen that was watching the exchange, his arms crossed defensively across his chest.
"Miss. Y/N!" you heard a cheery voice from the sidewalk that was behind the grumpy professor that occupied your door space. You peaked over his shoulder to see a young pink haired girl, a blond boy, probably around the same age as the Sasuke kid, who was slightly shorter than the girl and an older gentleman with white hair walking with the two. They both had bookbags on their shoulders and wore cheery smiles.
"Sakura! Naruto! Are you guys ready for the end of the school year sleep over?" your mood perked upon seeing the two children, as well as Sasuke's. Kakashi stared, bewildered by the interaction and confused about your previous comments about things changing.
"Yeah! Can we order ramen?" the blonde boy asked.
"You idiot. We decided on pizza at lunch remember?" the pinkette said hitting the boy called Naruto. You pushed past Kakashi to grab their things from them, and you pushed Sakura's bag into Sasuke's arms.
"Go put that in my room," you demanded.
"Why? It's my sleepover," Sasuke shot back boldly, obviously not fearing any authority that you may of had over him.
"You really think I'm going to let you sleep in the same room as your girlfriend? No, I'm not stupid. Now go put the bags up. She can sleep with me" Sasuke shot you one last glare before he started climbing the stairs, his ears red from your comments and a scowl set on his face.
"Fine. MOM." he emphasized the word and you rolled your eyes. You directed your attention back to the older man that had kindly walked with the children.
"Jiraiya! Thank you so much for walking with both of them!" Kakashi watched as you flashed the man one of your signature smiles, not even embarrassed about the fact that you were standing on 62nd Street in sweats.
"Not a problem sweetheart! Thanks for hosting this year! The kids like you better anyways" the man let out a loud bout of laughter, "Oh and the wife sent me this to give to you, and I put my new manuscript in the bag for if you ever get some alone time, and edit of course" he added with a wink as he handed you a bottle of red wine and a gift bag. Kakashi's eyes knit together in confusion and then it was like a light went off in his head as his eyes widened at Jiraiya.
"Are you the author of the Make-Out Paradise series" Kakashi boldly asked the man.
"I am! And Y/N is my editor and the best nanny this side of the Hudson" Jiraiya laughed, impressed that the younger man recognized him.
'Nanny?' Kakashi thought, but soon forgot that thought.
"Sir, I'm a big fan" he told Jiraiya. You should have seen this coming when you saw all of Jiraiya's books sitting on Hatake's desk, but you didn't think anyone would openly admit to reading such things, but here you were.
"And who might you be?" Jiraiya asked Kakashi, suddenly suspicious.
"He's just a professor of mine" you quickly said before Jiraiya could insinuate anymore.
"Oh, the asshole?" Jiraiya quickly replied. You stifled a laugh and the look of terror crossed Kakashi's face. One that was horrified to learn that his favorite author was close to his least favorite student, and then another look of realization when he thought about the fact that you had read and edited each of the books that he had held so near and dear to his heart. He was speechless as he gawked at the bag that contained the manuscript for the next book in the series. You smirked in triumph. Little wins.
"Yes, that would be the one. He's leaving now anyways. Have a good evening Professor" you said, offering Kakashi a sickly sweet smile. Sasuke walked down the stairs and rejoined the group at the door.
"I hid your collection of smut so that Sakura wouldn't see it" he huffed. Your face froze at the sentence that the moody teenage boy huffed out.
"Hahaha, he's kidding. It's more books for me to edit," you told the two silver haired men that starred at you.
"No. They are the older ones" Sasuke shot back. "You know what, why don't you go ahead and order the pizza Sasuke" you said handing him your phone and wallet. He smiled and told Naruto and Sakura to follow him.
"Well with that, I'll be off. I'll be here on Sunday to pick them up" Jiraiya said with a laugh at your red cheeks. Kakashi turned to you as the man happily walked off.
"You have to let me read that manuscript" he said, his eyes wide.
"Oh this one?" you held up the bag with a smirk, "No, I really don't think I do. Professor." You added his title as an extra emphasis to remind him of his previous sins during the last 16 weeks.
"Y/N," he said, almost pleading, "I'll do anything."
"Tis a shame those grades are finalized" you said as you went to close the door.
"Wait wait wait! I'm sorry I was cruel to you this semester. We can talk about this!" he said as he stopped the door from closing.
"Ohhh now that you want something from me, I'm suppose to listen? I know you think I'm stupid, but surprise, I'm not. Have a good night Hatake" you said as the door shut right in his face.