It sounded like the Kakashi from the show, and even looked like him (excluding the face, of course, since he is wearing a mask), and he still had the whitish gray hair, but it was as outrageously styled as it was, but still in the wavish manor like it was in the manga and anime. He was hot, most certainly.
“Yes,” Sakura said, “This is—“ She stopped and looked at me, embarrassed, “I’m so sorry, I don’t know you name?”
“Oh,” I said, “No, that’s my fault. My name is…” I paused slightly, should I tell them my real name? “Grace,” I said, deciding against using my real name. Well, it’s my middle name, but not my first.
“Grace?” Kakashi asked, “My name is Kakashi Hatake, and this is my team, Sakura, Naruto, and Sasuke.”
I tried not to look at the devastatingly gorgeous boy, not only because he is only twelve whereas I am fifteen but also because I have sworn, although I must admit I always liked him, to be annoyed with his ‘holier-than-thou’ and emo self. It is a cause I feel very passionate about. Someone needs to back Naruto up and hate him, too many people admire him and think he is gorgeous (he is) and all that shit but you know what? I won’t give in. Besides, as I said before, he is like, what, twelve? And I’m what, fifteen? That’s so wrong in so many different ways it’s not even funny.
“Ah,” I said, as they stared at me, “Yes, nice to meet you… Kakashi, Sakura, Naruto and emo—I mean Sasuke.” I said, stopping myself from saying what I was thinking. Mind you I normally don’t let myself get out of control like that. I’m a very respectable and polite person. It’s just annoying people like him that annoy me so badly I let my true, sarcastic, mean, and sadistically cruel self out.