In the dead of night, a shadow swept across Konoha, the village hidden in the leaves, the moon shone full shining off the windows as they flashed past the figure, he jumped from rooftop to rooftop his sandals hardly touching the tiles, never faltering never making a sound, it seemed as if he was the only person alive, not a soul was conscious. It was not an unfamiliar feeling to the ninja. He flashed past the ninja academy and then more houses, he stopped for a second crouched on a power cable pole his coat flapping in the breeze to stare at the finely crafted faces of the five hokages looming over the village. Then he was off again faster than before getting ever closer to his destination. He glanced at the time in a passing Ramen bar, 1:34 in the morning; he could afford to slow down a little. He jumped back up onto the roof of the bar and set off again. Finally he landed at his destination, as quietly and softly as a leaf dropping from a tree.
A slim figure stood just in front of him her Konoha headband flashed in the light of the moon.
"Hello,"
"Hello, Anko," Then, suddenly like a burst of lightening he was close up against her, he looked deep into her eyes with his sharingan and focused his chakra, then they were in a different world, Anko recognised this technique it was his signature move, the Mangekyō Sharingan. Anko looked around for the ninja, she was tensed ready for anything, and the next thing she knew she was on the ground pinned under his weight, but instead of drawing his Kunai he winked at her, leant down and kissed her.