One Love:Two Worlds

By superfreak330

Romance / Humor

Break'n the Habit

Just as she was about to ask Kakashi to get up off her, the door to the apartment flung open to reveal a rather large-busted and scantily clad woman. 'On the up side, she'll never drown because she has her own built-in flotation devices!' thought Emma sardonically.

"Kakashi-chan!" she cried, not taking notice of the two at her feet, "I heard a loud noise, is everything okay? You didn't hurt yourself, did you? Do you need any physical help?" the woman giggled as she said those last words.

Emma's eyes virtually popped out of their sockets upon hearing this…this…'UGH!' Emma thought, shuddering at the mere thought of what the woman's words implied. Meanwhile, Kakashi's face reddened slightly at the implications of their situation. In all the commotion caused by Emma, he'd completely forgotten about his nosy neighbor who had an obvious crush on him'What was her name again?' he wondered to himself. Emma glared up at Kakashi.

"Oh, talk about gross!" she yelled, pushing Kakashi's chest in an attempt to get him off her.

"Huh? Who're you?" the woman screamed, her face taking on that of shock and horror as she just now taking notice of the two at her feet. "Kakashi, you jerk! What the hell do you think you're doing with this…this…SLUT!" she screamed, pulling him up by his collar.

'Who the hell does SHE think she is, calling me a slut?' Emma thought, pulling herself up off the floor. 'I'm not the one dressed like 'Hooters Barbie' here!'

"Gabby, it's not how it looks." Kakashi pleaded, not allowing Emma a rebuttal to the woman's insult. The woman bitch-smacked him across the face.

"My name's Shina!" she roared.

"Shina, yes, Shina!" Kakashi remarked, nervously scratching the back of his head. Emma grimaced at the two.

"I'll take this as my cue to leave." she stated, before being grabbed by her hair by Shina. "OW, FUCK!" Emma cried in pain.

"Oh-ho-ho! Don't think you can get away so easily, you tramp!" Shina cried, pulling Emma back by her hair and tossing her to the floor. Kakashi watched in horror as Emma landed on the floor with an "Oof!"

"Are you alright?" he asked, bending over and extending his hand to help her up. Emma winced in pain, feeling as though her head was in a vice.

"Been better." she commented, taking his hand and hoisting herself up. "Which is more then I can say for this bitch, if she even THINKS about touching me again!" Meanwhile, Shina looked at the two in shock and disgust.

"Please," she scoffed, "who'd wanna touch you?" For about the third or fourth time that day Kakashi found himself with a death grip around Emma's midsection, stopping her from attacking Shina.

"Kakashi, LET GO!" Emma growled, struggling in the Jounin's grasp. "I'm gunna teach Bimbo Barbie over there a lesson, NEVER pick a fight with a bitch on the edge!"

"So you would choose this tramp, a little girl who barely looks like she's big enough for a training bra, over a voluptuous woman like me?" Shina screamed, puffing out her chest to further extenuate her large bosom. Kakashi looked at Shina in puzzlement before diverting his glance to Emma's chest.

"She looks great to me." he stated, shrugging.

'What the…? Did he just say, what I think he said?' Emma thought, her shock apparent as she ceased her struggle.

"FINE!" Shina cried. "If you'd rather be with this wretch then me, then I'm gonna leave! And don't you bother ever talking to me again!" That said, she stormed out of the apartment, slamming the door behind her. Kakashi watched in shock as the door slammed before his eyes.

'Looks like I'll have some cleaning up to do, if I don't want the whole village thinking I tried to do anything to Emma.' The Jounin sighed. Just then Kakashi remembered that he still held Emma tightly to his chest. 'She smells kinda good.' He noted to himself, taking in a whiff of her hair and slightly tightening his grip to pull her closer. 'Kinda smells like…'

"Uhh…ah-hem!" Emma stuttered, diverting Kakashi from his thoughts.

"Yeah?" he asked.

Emma blushed. "Well, uhh….you uhh….you still have me." Kakashi raised an eyebrow. Was she coming on to him?

"Emma, are you saying you want me?" he asked, smirking.

"WHAT?" Emma screamed, tensing up in his arms as her cheeks became even more crimson. "I just meant that you're still holding me!" Kakashi looked down, the girl was right.

"Oh, right!" he chuckled, releasing Emma from his grasp. Emma was relieved when he let her go. She was SO nervous that she could actually feel herself shaking as her heart raced. She'd better leave now before she collapses from embarrassment in front of him.

'Boy, wouldn't THAT be fun!' What kind of excuse would she come up for that? 'Sorry for passing out on you like that, I guess I'm falling for you-LITERALLY!' Emma scoffed slightly to herself at the thought of actually saying that to him. Like she would ever say that to him! "Well, good night then!" Emma chimed as she grabbed the door handle.

When was this girl going to learn? Doesn't she ever give up? "How many times must I say this?" Kakashi asked, grabbing Emma's wrist tightly. "You're staying with me tonight, and that's final." Emma sighed in defeat.

"You're not gonna give up, are you?" she asked.

"No." was his reply.

"Fine, but if I'm gonna stay here you'll have to get me some clean sheets for the couch, and a sanitary pillow and blanket." Emma stated. Kakashi chuckled, blushing slightly under his mask.

"I'll try my best, but I haven't done my laundry in over two weeks now." What? He was busy! The life of a Jounin was hard work! And with the students he had, he was more then exhausted at the end of the day.

"Yuck, disgusting!" Emma spat in disgust.

"I guess you could always use my sleeping-bag. I haven't used it in a while, and I washed it the last time I did. Had to really, Naruto spilled ramen all over it." Kakashi reminisced, laughing as he remembered the sour look on his student's face as he spilled his beloved soup.

"You sure it's sanitary?" Emma asked wearily.

"I'm sure." Kakashi stated. Jeez! She finds one bottle of hand cream and a stack of porn, and all the sudden he's the horny teenager who can't control himself and jerks-off all over the furniture! Honestly!

Trying her hardest not to think about what her host normally did while on her make-shift bed for the night, Emma finally got to sleep around midnight.

BEEP! BEEP!

Kakashi's alarm went off. Ugh. It was 9AM, and he'd told his students to meet him at 10. Sigh. He would have to get up if he were to make it in time. Not that he ever did, but still…. After dragging himself out of bed, Kakashi began his morning exercises before heading toward the bathroom for a shower.

That's when he saw her, sleeping on his couch. She looked kinda adorable curled up in the sleeping bag, hair messed up from constant rolling in her sleep. He never had a visitor spend the night before. 'Of course there was that one time Obito visited, but he wasn't a girl.' Kakashi reminisced, before realizing noticing Emma's stretching form on the couch.

Stretching, Emma yawned as she woke up from a rather lovely dream. She was dreaming about going out with Data from Star Trek: The Next Generation, a fave show of hers, when she was awoken suddenly by the feeling that she was being watched. What Emma found when she awoke shocked her to say the least. "Holy shit!" she cried, blushing furiously and pulling the sleeping bag over her face as she turned away from the sight before her.

'Huh? Why is she-?' Kakashi wondered as to the reasoning behind Emma's sudden outburst, before realizing that he did in fact know why. "Oh, uh…I forgot you were here and I…" Kakashi blushed, rubbing his head as he tried to explain his current situation. "See, I sleep in the nude, well unless I'm on missions where I have to sleep with other people and/or outside, and …"

Emma nodded her head in understatement, still fully immersed beneath the covers. "Could you just…you know…?" she asked.

"Oh yeah, um…sure." he replied, stepping back into his room and pulling on a pair of boxers. 'Better wear this too.' he thought, remembering to finally put his mask back on.

"Okay, I'm dressed now." Kakashi chimed upon entering back into the living room.

Emma sighed in relief. "Good." she said, pulling the sleeping bag off of her face, a slight blush still apparent on her features.

"Anyways, I was on the way to take a shower and, well…you just looked so happy sleeping there that I…well…" Kakashi stated, finding himself a little lost for words.

"You uh, got anything to eat in here?" Emma asked in an attempt to lift the sudden uneasiness in the room. Kakashi blinked in slight confusion before he realized what she'd asked.

"Yeah, I think so." he replied. "The kitchen is over there, feel free to help yourself to whatever you want." Kakashi stated, gesturing toward the kitchen.

Emma nodded slightly. "Thanks. Want me to make you anything?"

"You don't have to." Kakashi smiled.

"You sure? Because I am a guest here and it could be my way of paying you back." Emma noted.

"Nah, that's okay." Kakashi stated. "Besides, the Hokage would be upset with me if I didn't help you in your time of need."

"Oh." Emma sighed, slightly distraught. She thought he did it out of friendship. She was new to this place, and having a friend or two would make her feel better about the situation. But apparently what he did was more for job security then actual human kindness and compassion.

Kakashi noticed the sudden sadness in her face. Had he said something wrong? "Is there something wrong?" he asked. Maybe he could fix things if she were to tell him what was wrong.

Emma shook her head. "No, that's alright. You just go take your shower and I'll have some breakfast, okay?" she stated, with a slight smile. He noticed that the smile she now wore was a forced one, and not truly sincere. However, he assumed that it was best to not push the subject, but rather let her tell him when she was ready.

"Okay, I will then." Kakashi smiled before stepping into the bathroom.

Stretching her aching body, Emma pulled herself to her feet and made her way to the kitchen. Upon opening the cupboards, she found all the boxes and cans were written in Japanese. How was she supposed to read THAT? Sure, she was currently teaching herself to read/write/speak Japanese, but she knew VERY little of the actual language. Lucky for her, most of the boxes had pictures on them. If Emma couldn't read the boxes, she could at least look at the pictures to determine what was in the boxes.

'Noodles, noodles, more noodles, rice, and look-even more noodles!' Apparently Kakashi loved noodles. Maybe there was more food in the fridge? Opening the (fridge) door, she found: half a bottle of sake, a half-carton of what looked/smelled like milk, soy sauce, and what appeared to be a tube of athlete's foot cream. Talk about a selection! Looks like today's breakfast was gonna be rice with soy sauce. Not what one would normally have for breakfast, but it would do none the less.

Getting out of the shower, Kakashi dried himself off before wrapping the towel around his waist. Then, heading back to his room to change into a clean pair of clothes, he heard Emma's voice calling to him. "Breakfast is ready!" she reported. "I know you said not to bother, but I figured that since I AM eating your food, the least I could do would be to make some for you as well."

He smiled. "Be there in a minute! Just let me get dressed and then I'll come eat, okay?"

"Sure thing!" Emma called back. Setting the table, a sudden thought occurred to Emma. How was she going to get and take her medication? The effects would only last for a few more days and then she would fall back into her depression. 'Oh joy!' Emma thought sarcastically. Just what she wanted, to virtually be reduced to an emotional time bomb that could go off at the slightest misunderstanding, and at any time. If she didn't get her medication, or something similar to it, soon there would be no help for her.

"Smells good." Kakashi stated, breaking Emma from her thoughts.

"Oh, thanks." Emma replied, setting the food on the table and taking a seat.

Setting down, Kakashi took his chopsticks in his hand as he prepared to eat. "What's that?" he asked, pointing out the window.

"What's what?" Emma asked, looking outside only to find nothing of interest out there.

Kakashi shrugged as he sat his chopsticks on the table. "Guess it was nothing." Emma turned around, finding Kakashi's bowl, which was once completely filled, now suddenly empty. "That was a good meal." Kakashi stated, patting his stomach for emphasis.

"How did you…? When did you…?" Emma stuttered in total shock.

"How did I what?" Kakashi asked, getting up and placing his bowl in the sink.

Emma grimaced at the Jounin's attempt at ignorance. "You know damn well what I mean! How did you eat that already? What did you do, inhale it?"

Kakashi smiled at her disgruntled expression. "I guess I'm just a fast eater." he shrugged.

After finishing breakfast, Kakashi walked Emma to Genki to meet Taku. "Well, here's the place." Kakashi stated as he motioned toward the building in front of them.

Emma's jaw dropped as she took in the site of this magnificent place. Imagine, if you would, a NYC nightclub in the 1920's, but with obvious ninja influence. Kinda like P3 from Charmed meets The Cocoa Bongo from The Mask. Then take that and add Feudal Japanese influence.

Outside the bar were two life-sized statues of Konoha's greatest ninjas from years past, erected upon tall pillars of stone. The entrance had a long awning, or semi roof made of fabric, sticking six feet out from the door, and about eight feet high. Above the awning, in neon lighting was the name of the bar--Genki. (Shown in Japanese, of course.) And below the awning was a red carpet that leads from the beginning of the awning, and ending at the door.

"Wow!" Emma gasped. "If it looks this pretty during the day, I can't wait to see it all lit-up at night!" Just then Emma felt a tap on the back of her shoulder. Turning around, she found a man carrying a rather large barrel or what appeared to be some type of alcohol. 'Wait a minute, where's Kakashi? He was just here a minute ago!' Emma thought, noticing the sudden absence of the silver-haired Jounin.

"Could you open the door, Miss?" the man asked, sticking his head around the corner of the barrel to look.

"Oh, sure!" she replied, opening the door swiftly for the man.

The man smiled. "Thanks, it's really heavy and-"

CRASH!

The man had fallen over the red carpet, sending the barrel flying, only for it to slam into Emma, knocking her over and pinning her to the ground. Lucky for her, the barrel didn't break, otherwise she'd be drenched in…Oops! Too late! "What the hell?" Emma screamed as the cork (from the barrel) popped out, hitting her in the face, and sending a gushing stream of red wine all over her. Standing up, the man grabbed the cork off the ground and reinserted it into the barrel.

"Sorry about that!" he said.

"Oh no, that's okay. It was a mistake, no biggie." Emma faked a smile, her eyebrow twitching. After taking the barrel off Emma, the man placed it down and offered Emma his hand. Taking it, she slowly pulled herself back up. "Thanks, Mr.?" Emma questioned.

"Oh, I'm Niota!" said the man. "My brother is Taku; this is his bar you know."

Emma nodded. "Yeah, I know. That's why I'm here, Chii said he might hire me as a waitress and…"

"Oh, so you're that girl Chii was talking about!" Niota asked.

"Uh…yeah." Emma smiled faintly. Niota nodded in understanding before turning to pick up the barrel again. "Here, I'll hold the door again for you, if you promise to watch where you're going. Okay?" Emma suggested.

Niota blushed in embarrassment slightly, before replying. "Sure thing, thanks." After making it into the building without tripping a second time, Niota told Emma to wait inside the door while he went to get Taku. "Be back in a minute!" he called, entering into a back room.

Emma did as she was instructed, taking in the inside decor while she waited. 'Wow, the inside looks even better!' Emma thought to herself. In keeping theme with the outside, the inside held the same motif, but was a bit more extravagant. There was a bar, of course, and at least 20-30 tables. Towards the back was a rather large dance floor with a stage in front.

"Ah so there you are!" called a man's voice from beside Emma. "I was beginning to think you'd blown me off."

Turning her attention toward the man, Emma shook her head. "No, I didn't. Sorry I wasn't here yesterday but I kinda got tied up and-"

Taku placed his index finger Emma's mouth to silence her. "In any even, you're here now, and that's what matters. Now, have you been a waitress before, or is this your first time?"

"Uh…it's my first time." Emma muttered.

"Uh-ha, I see." Taku responded, a thoughtful look on his face. "Then I'll have to get somebody to-" Just then Taku noticed Emma 's drenched and rather sticky appearance. "What happened to you?" he asked.

Emma blushed. "Niota dropped the barrel he was carrying and I-"

"Ah, I see." Taku interjected. "Here, let me fetch you some extra clothes from the back." he said, walking into the back room, then appearing again later with a change of clothes in his hands. "They might be a little too big, it's the chef's extra uniform. You can wear it till you get home though." Taku informed Emma, handing her the clothes.

"Thanks." Emma smiled shyly.

"No problem, change in the bathroom. They're right in the back there, you can't miss them." Emma nodded then went to change in the bathroom. After she came out she asked Taku where she was to place her dirty clothes. "Just put them by the door." he said. Emma did as she was told, then came back to talk with Taku again.

"Now, as I was saying." Taku commented. "I'll have to get somebody to train you. Hmm…how about…URUSAI!" Taku yelled the last part, calling for one of his many employees. Emma watched as the man known as Urusai came strolling out of the back room.

"Yes sire?" Urusai asked with a deep, and thoroughly uninterested, sigh.

'Oh my God!' thought Emma as she looked at the man. 'This guy looks, and even sounds like, Jack from Will and Grace!' This thought made her smile slightly to herself.

"I want you to teach Emma here how to be a waitress." Taku ordered.

Urusai looked shocked and yet angered at Taku. "Oh but boss, this is my day off, remember? I only came here to get my money and-"

'Oh God, he even pouts and flails his arms when he's upset, like Jack!'

"I know, but it's her first day and she needs a little help. You can use this time training her as part of that overtime you've been wanting." Taku interjected.

'And look! There's that dance he does where it looks like he really has to pee!' (Chuckle.) 'Where's a camera when you need one?'

"But I already made plans for today and I-" Urusai pleaded.

Taku sighed deeply. "Okay, it's you're call. But don't come crying to me asking for any more overtime if you're gonna be acting like this."

"Yes sir." Urusai replied, casting an angry glare at Emma before walking out the door.

"Well, it looks like I'm gonna have to be the one to teach you." Taku stated. "Here, put this on and we'll start right away." He said, picking up an apron from behind the bar and tossing it to her. Wiping the smile off her face, Emma reached out to grab the apron, only to miss it completely as it landed on the floor. Sigh. She always did catch like crap.

"Oops! Heh-heh…sorry about that." Emma blushed as she bent down, grabbing the apron and wrapping it around herself.

Taku laughed slightly. "No problem, don't worry about it. Now what do you say we practice our balance while carrying things?"

Elsewhere in Konoha…

"Where is he?" Naruto shouted, mad at how late his sensei was.

Sakura shrugged. "Where is he ever?" she sighed, though deep down she was just as angry. 'That no-good jerk, he's always late!' Just then came a "Yo." from behind her, causing everyone to jump. (Though one could barely notice Sasuke's because his was only slight.)

"Where were you Kakashi-sensei?" Naruto bellowed.

Kakashi scratched the back of his head. "Oh, sorry I'm late. I had to show this pretty girl around town because she's new here and…" (For once he actually has a good and believable excuse, wow!)

"Yeah right Kakashi-sensei, how dumb do you think we are?" screamed Naruto. At that Sakura slapped Naruto across the back of his head.

"You moron!" she scolded. "How dense are you? Don't you remember Em-chan?"

"Em-chan?" Naruto questioned, rubbing the lump that was now forming where Sakura had hit him. Sakura sighed heavily at the thickness that was Naruto's head.

"Remember, she was the woman we found from that crash two days ago?" Naruto blinked several times, trying his best to recall the incident.

"Oh yeah!" he cried. Kakashi chuckled slightly as he shook his head, wondering how someone could forget something so recently that easily.

"Idiot." mumbled Sasuke.

"What was that you asshole?" Naruto screeched, whipping his head around in Sasuke's direction. Kakashi sighed heavily.

"Now, now you two. Must I constantly remind you of how important teamwork is?"

"Tell that to Sasuke, he's the one who started it!" Naruto shouted.

"Don't go blaming everything on Sasuke-kun!" Sakura fumed, smacking Naruto across the lump on his head.

"Actually, Naruto is right for a change." Kakashi stated. Sasuke's eyes dilated slightly, in a mixture of shock and anger, as he turned toward his teacher.

"But Kakashi-sensei-!" Sakura cried. Kakashi shook his head at the girl.

"No matter how right he might've been, Sasuke did start everything by calling Naruto an idiot." he spoke, using his 'matter of fact' tone. Hearing this, Sasuke simply huffed, while Sakura sighed in defeat.

"See Sakura-chan, it's all that stupid Sasuke's fault!" Naruto beamed, oblivious to the implied insult made by his teacher.

"Don't call Sasuke stupid!" Sakura yelled, ready to hit Naruto.

"Calm down everyone!" Kakashi stated calmly, causing Sakura's hand to stop mid-air. "If you all don't calm down I'll have each of you write a five-thousand word essay on the importance of teamwork, instead of going on today's mission." Well needless to say, that stopped them!

"Sorry Kakashi-sensei." Naruto and Sakura sighed.

"Yeah, what they said." Sasuke humphed. Kakashi smiled.

"Good, now that everything's settled, we can start today's mission."

Back to Emma …

Within an hour or two Emma had pretty much all of her basic training down pat. The only thing that completely eluded her was balancing two trays at once, or one tray with only one hand. "I think we'll just stick with one tray and two hands for the time being." Taku stated. "Other wise I'd go out of business!" he joked.

Emma blushed. "You can take the cost of the dishes out of my pay, and I'll clean up all the food I've spilled."

"You must be psychic, because that's exactly what I was planning!" chuckled Taku. About fifteen-twenty minutes later Emma had finished cleaning up the mess she'd made. "If you want, you can go home now to change." Taku informed her. "I won't need you until five anyways."

"Uh yeah, sure!" Emma smiled. "Thanks a lot!" Placing the cleaning supplies she was using back where she'd gotten them, Emma grabbed her damp clothes and promptly left. 'Now, to find the nearest hospital…' she thought. If Emma was going to survive in this place, she had to be in tip-top condition, both physically and mentally.

"Umm…excuse me, Miss?" Emma asked a woman passing by. The woman turned around, a sour look on her face.

"What do YOU want?" she spat.

'Ugh, what a bitch!' Emma thought. "Could you point me toward the nearest hospital, please?" Emma asked, plastering her best fake smile on her face. The woman sneered at Emma, as though contemplating on whether or not to answer her question, or to ignore her completely and walk off.

"Two blocks that way, then four blocks right." the woman stated, a menacing tone in her voice.

"Thank y-" Emma replied, before the woman turned around on her heels and marched away in the opposite direction. "-you." Emma finished her statement, slightly miffed at the woman's unnecessary rudeness.

After getting lost trying to find the hospital for half an hour, forty-five minutes of filling out release forms and other legal documents need by the hospital, and two and a half hours of waiting in the waiting room, Emma was finally called back into one of the examination rooms. 'I guess no matter where you are, doctors are the same!' Emma thought to herself as she sat down on the examination table, getting quite frustrated at how long she was forced to wait.

"Ah, so what happens to be the matter?" the doctor asked, finally entering the room after making Emma wait another twenty minutes.

"Well, you see…" Emma started, trying her best to restrain herself from yelling at how long she was forced to wait. "I have depression, and I kinda left my medication at home."

"Then why don't you go home and get it?" asked the doctor.

"Well I would if I could get home, but I can't." stated Emma.

The doctor looked at her questionably. "I don't understand." Taking a deep breath, Emma tried her best to think up a reasonable excuse the doctor would believe. After all, she herself found her sudden appearance in this strange land hard to believe.

"Well you see, my uh…my village was destroyed by enemy ninjas and…" Emma hoped he would believe her story. From the shocked and sympathetic look he was giving her, he obviously did.

"Oh my!" gasped the doctor. "How horrible that must be! You have my sincerest sympathy!" Emma nodded, trying her best not to smile at how easily she'd been able to think up an excuse he'd believe.

"Thank you, it's been really hard." She stated, doing her best to keep up the act. The doctor nodded in agreement.

"I believe it would be. My one nurse, Ms. Po, lost her aunt and uncle in a similar attack."

"Anyways," he continued, "I'm gonna have to ask you what type of prescription your other doctor prescribed. That way I might be able to give you the same, assuming that it did in fact work?"

Emma nodded. "Yeah, it did. She, my uhh…psychiatrist, had me take 200mg of Zoloft every night."

"I've never heard of that type of medication." The doctor stated. "But 200mg? You must be depressed!"

'Heh-heh. Gee, thanks!' Emma thought sarcastically. "Well it um…it was her own creation. She was thinking about distributing it nationally, but that was before the attack."

The doctor nodded in understanding. "I see. Well, I'm sorry to say that I'm not a psychiatrist. However, my one friend is. Why don't you hold on and I'll get him for you." If he wasn't a psychiatrist, then why did he ask her about her prescription? And why did he say he could give her another one as well? Emma didn't understand this, and growled silently to herself while she waited.

It took another half hour until the second doctor, the actual psychiatrist, came in to see Emma. It seemed that God was testing her patience today, but Emma held in her anger so as not to throttle the man meant to help her. 'Good thing for him I need him, otherwise I'd go medieval on his ass!' Emma thought, thoroughly pissed by now.

What followed was a twenty minute session, in which the doctor tried his best to get Emma to tell him how she's been feeling and about her problems, etc., while Emma stubbornly refused to answer all his questions truthfully. 'If he thinks I'm gonna break down and tell him everything, then he is sadly mistaken!'

Even in her own world, with her own psychiatrist, Emma refused to speak. Most of the time she insisted on having one of her parents in the room with her to speak on her behalf. It wasn't that she was trying to be rude, but rather that she refused to tell a complete stranger all her innermost feelings. Not even her family and/or closest friends knew EVERYTHING about her.

'I guess I'm like Batman that way.' Emma thought jokingly to herself. Sighing at how stubborn his patient was being, the doctor finally decided to simply provide her with a prescription he hoped would work.

"I see. Well, let me just give you this, and we'll see how it works." he stated, scribbling down something on his pad. "I'll want to see you again in two weeks to see how things are going, and if this helps any." Emma nodded, thankful the annoying session was finally over.

"Thanks." After trying on her own for about half an hour to find a pharmacy, Emma ran into a man-LITERALLY! While turning a street corner, absentmindedly looking in the other direction for her destination, Emma collided into a man she'd yet to meet. (Iruka.)

"Are you alright Miss?" the man asked, quickly grabbing Emma's wrist to prevent her from falling.

"Uh…yeah, thanks!" Emma beamed.

The man smiled down at her. "You look kinda lost; can I be of any help?"

Emma smiled up at the kind man. "Oh, would you? I've been trying to find the local pharmacy, but I can't seem to find the damn thing!"

"The pharmacy?" asked the man, a shocked look on his face. "You don't seem to be sick to me. What could you possibly need from there?"

Emma smirked. "Well for one-I AM sick, in more ways then one. Second, I need to get this prescription filled." The man sweat-dropped at Emma's first statement. Then, regaining his composure, he motioned to take the paper from her hand.

"You mind?"

"Umm…no, here." Emma said, handing the man her prescription. After looking at the paper for a minute, the man redirected his attention back to Emma.

"But you could get all these things at the local market." he stated.

"Huh?" Emma questioned. "What do you mean?"

"Well, just look!" he stated, giving her back the slip of paper. Emma took the paper reluctantly. Looking at it, she couldn't make heads or tails of what was written on it. It did kinda look like a list, now that she thought about it. But everything looked as though it was written in Japanese.

"I, uhh…I can't read Japanese." Emma blushed.

The man looked at her dumbfounded. "You mean you're illiterate?"

"No, not really." She stated. "I can read perfectly well, but only in English."

English? What was that? Iruka didn't know, but he assumed it was some kind of foreign language he'd never heard of. "I see. Well, if you want, I can tell you what it says." he offered. Emma nodded happily, handing the kind man back the paper.

Taking a deep breath, he began to read the list. "It says: raw nuts, peanut butter, wild rice, beets, carrots, parsley, broccoli, papaya, cranberries, salmon, turkey, apples, oranges, cabbage, spinach, pineapples, cherries, eggs, honey, sugar cane, barley, avocados, olive oil, and green beans. To tell the truth, it looks more like a grocery list then a prescription to me."

Double blinking in confusion, Emma snatched up the list from the man. What kind of prescription was THIS? How the hell was she suppose to keep her depression in check with this…this…CRAP? "You've gotta be shit'n me!" she screamed. "What kind of QUACK prescribes THIS shit for depression!"

Iruka was in shock at the now hysterical woman in front of him. She looked as though she was on the edge of hyperventilating! "Umm…you okay, Miss?" he asked wearily.

"No I'm not fuck'n okay! Do I look okay to you?" Emma shouted, now drawing quite a lot of attention in her direction. Noticing this, Emma got even angrier. "What the hell do YOU fuckers thing you're looking at? Take a god-damned picture, it lasts longer!"

At a loss for words, Iruka did the first thing that came to his mind to calm down the furious woman. He'd seen it work several times on TV, maybe it'd work in real life?

SMACK!

Iruka bitch-smacked Emma across the face, attempting to subdue her anger. Well, it worked. After all, how was Emma supposed to continue her angry rant when she was rendered unconscious? Watching in slow-motion, Iruka watched in horror as Emma's body was sent flying, right into the path of a brick wall of the building across the street! Needless to say, he panicked! He hadn't meant to hit the woman THAT hard!

At the last possible minute, Emma's body collided with that of Kakashi as he walked right into her path. "Oof!" cried the Jounin, being knocked over by Emma's (seemingly) lifeless body.

"Kakashi-sensei!" cried Sakura and Naruto, rushing toward their ninja master, Sasuke following shortly behind.

"Thank God, you caught her!" Iruka beamed, running over as well.

Kakashi looked down at Emma's body lying in his lap. This was the second time he'd saved her life; it seemed to be developing into a pattern. "Um…Iruka," Kakashi asked his friend, "what happened?" Stopping to catch his breath, Iruka tried his best to explain.

After listening to his story, Kakashi glanced back down at Emma's body, which was now nestled gently in his arms. How had that happened? He didn't remember taking her into his arms, only her landing into his lap.

Sakura sighed, noticing herself the sight of Emma in her sensei's arms. 'How cute! Em-chan and Kakashi-sensei look so sweet together!' she squealed happily to herself. Everyone looked at her, wondering as to the reason the young ninja was acting so peculiar.

"Everything okay Sakura?" Iruka asked, slightly worried.

Sakura blinked, just now noticing the many eyes on her. "Oh, nothing!" she blushed. "I was just thinking about something, that's all!" The group of guys shrugged it off to it having to be something to do with Sakura being a girl. "But, don't you think we should take her to the hospital?" she asked, worried about her new friend's health.

"No, she doesn't look too bad." Iruka stated, examining the young woman once over. "From the looks of it she should only have a major headache and some bruising from where I hit her."

Kakashi nodded, agreeing with Iruka's diagnosis. "I'd better take her home to get some rest. Iruka, are you doing anything today?" he asked standing up, still holding Emma in his arms.

Iruka looked at his friend. "No, why?"

"Would you mind taking my group on their mission today?" the Jounin inquired.

"I guess so." Iruka shrugged. "Here, take this. It's the 'prescription' the doctor gave her today. Maybe you could buy everything for her, since now you have the day off."

Kakashi nodded as he grabbed the paper and pocketed it. Then, reaching into another pocket and pulling out a piece of folded-up paper, he handed the paper to Iruka. "Here's the mission, good luck." Kakashi smirked under his mask, before turning around and leaving for his apartment.

"Thanks." Iruka responded, taking the paper and reading the contents.

Oh THIS should be FUN! Team Seven's mission today was to look after an elderly couple, as their children (who they were living with) had to go on a mission today, and couldn't look after them. Iruka had mixed emotions about this. On the one hand it would be quite amusing to see how the group reacted to their mission. On the other, was it really a wise decision to leave the lives of two elderly people in the hands of Naruto?

At Kakashi's Apartment…

Gently placing Emma onto his couch, Kakashi walked into his bathroom. Here he opened the medicine cabinet and pulled out his first-aid kit. After tending to Emma's bruises and slight concussion, the Jounin reached into his pocket and pulled out the list Iruka had given him.

'What kind of prescription is this?' he wondered.

Thinking back to Iruka's explanation, he couldn't recall him saying what this supposed 'prescription' was meant for. Shrugging, he picked up the phone and called the number on the paper. After spending forty-five minutes explaining why it was okay for the doctor to release Emma's medical file to him, Kakashi finally found out the reason behind the strange list.

"It is a list of natural dietary supplements intended to help Miss Solinger with her depression." the doctor explained to him, over the phone. Thanking the doctor for his help, Kakashi hung up the phone and stared down at Emma's sleeping form. Depression? Emma had depression? How could that be? She looked, and acted, like a normal and happy person to him. How could he not have noticed it? Maybe there was something he could do for her, to help her out?

Wondering to himself what could've happened to this girl to make her this way, Kakashi found himself rather close to Emma's face. In all his thinking and getting lost in his own thoughts, Kakashi hadn't noticed that he was slowly inching himself closer, trying to get a better look at her.

Blushing profusely, Kakashi pulled himself away from her as quickly as he could. Then, writing Emma a note, he left to get everything on the list. Maybe these 'dietary supplements' would actually help? Who knew? After all, he'd only just now found out about Emma's depression.

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