A/N: I really need to stick with one thing, huh? I can't help it though! I've got so much free time on my hands since my man is at Basic…well, the blow out will stop in June but until then, here's another attempt at a story. Plus, I'm really a big Iruka/Anko fan, or is it Anko/Iruka? They're so cute together. Oh and by the way, I'm horrible with coming up with titles, so if you have any ideas let me know.

Disclaimer: Nope, don't own it. If I did…Naruto's parents would be alive, Anko and Iruka would be together, Haku would still be alive, Kisame would belong to me and Orochimaru would be in prison facing charges of, three counts attempted child molestation; eight counts of committing lude (sp?) acts upon a child; four counts child rape; and one count kidnapping with the intent to molest…yea…but, I don't own Naruto…

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In the overcast brightness of late afternoon, a young man with brown hair pulled into a high ponytail craned his neck toward the high-rise apartment building. A tan hand came to his brow, while brown eyes strained and grimly counted the balcony rows. Out of twenty floors he supposed ending up on the twelfth wasn't so bad…it was still eleven more than he would've liked.

"What floor ya on?" a gruff voice snapped him from his musings.

The young man turned, slightly embarrassed at having been caught off guard. "Oh, sorry. The twelfth floor number," he broke his sentence and dug a piece of folded paper from his pocket. Reading off the apartment number to the mover he then let him know he'd be up in a bit to help direct the flow of furniture.

"Hey, we just move the shit, we ain't your home decorators," the mover replied harshly, before going to the truck and assisting another man offload a sofa.

Iruka stared blankly for a moment then went back to his thoughts wondering what on earth possessed him to move in the first place. That's right, he thought to himself. More money and better teaching opportunities. He sighed knowing he'd be starting his new career as a high school math teacher in a couple months. The young teacher took a deep breath, filling his lungs with smog-laced air. Yep, this was going to be great…

Inside his roomy one bedroom apartment, Iruka began the process of unpacking. The movers' stayed true to their word and pretty much set the couch in a random corner along with all the other heavy furniture. Thankfully, he happened to be a man of few possessions and after everything had been somewhat arranged, he felt comfortable enough to relax. He sighed as he sipped a beer and lazily took in his new surroundings.

A monotone white wall divided the kitchen and dining space from the living room, cherry wood bureau pushed against the wall with his TV and TV/stereo miscellanies messily piled around. Hanging cabinets stood over a rather ugly off-white counter top that hid a dishwasher and more cupboards. An old yellowish refrigerator faced him, along with a gas range. The kitchen turned into a small dining area, which currently resembled more of a storage room than anything else. He sighed again, at least the wall opened up on two sides so he didn't have to trek far to rearrange items. The tan teacher downed the rest of his beer in a gulp and went back to unpacking.

Twelve in the morning rolled around faster than expected and, with a satisfied grunt he popped his back and gathered some empty boxes to take to the dumpster. Deflated boxes tucked beneath his armpit, he made his way into the hallway. Locking the door he turned and slammed into the full chest of a young woman.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Excuse me," he answered politely with a slight blush.

"Hey! Watch where you're going!" the woman retorted, pulling her cream trench coat tightly. Smoky brown eyes flicked over him quickly and a not-so-innocent grin crept over her red lips.

"S-sorry," he stammered having not expected that reaction. Great, looks like I'm going to have trouble with the neighbors…again…

She snorted. "Whatever." Her eyes once again scanned his sweat pants-wife beater clad body and the smirk only grew.

Iruka's skin burned from the intensity in her eyes and he awkwardly stepped around her, and headed toward the elevator feeling her eyes still lingering on him. I feel so violated.

"Looks like I got a new neighbor, and a cute one at that," the woman said beneath her breath as she watched him disappear around a corner.

Iruka returned to his apartment with his uncomfortable encounter still fresh in his mind. He shook his head as he entered the flat, hopefully he wouldn't see much of her. After grabbing another beer from the fridge, the teacher made his way to the balcony for some fresh air. He leaned his elbows on the stucco ledge and look around at the surrounding skyline, but not to the street below. Air funnels that swept up the building blew his bangs and tried to pull his hair from the tie.

"I guess this isn't so bad…" A metallic bang inadvertently brought his attention to the busy street below and in an instant Iruka's stomach fell and the world swung as the feelings in his knees left. He hastily moved away from the ledge that seemed to want to crumble and, with his back against the glass door, tried not to hyperventilate. With his hand to his chest, he slowly calmed. "That, that was close!" Shit, he had almost dropped his beer.

"Scared of heights?" An all to familiar voice questioned.

He turned his head toward the sound and suppressed a groan. Oh great, it's that woman…and, and she's SITTING ON THE LEDGE! "Ah! What are you doing! You're going to fall!"

The purple haired woman smirked, carelessly swinging her legs. "Oh well, shit happens." A gust of wind parted her all to revealing robe.

"Please, for the love of God, I'm going to have a freaking heart attack!"

"Wow, you care that much and we're not even on a first name basis."

"Fine, Miss, please, holy shit…you're going to fall!"

She leaned forward a little bit, tittering on the edge and snickered at the frightened teacher. "You're too much!" She turned, swinging one leg to the balcony side while the other still dangled above the street. "Is this better?"

"No, good God get off the ledge!" he shouted, trying to think of a bargaining chip when his eyes dropped to the beer in his hand. "I'll give you a beer!" he offered, appearing confused at his own words; after all he didn't even know this woman. He shook his head, it didn't matter he would never be able to live with himself if she fell.

The purple haired woman raised an eyebrow at the offer. "You're assuming I drink?" Iruka gapped like a fish, causing her to laugh. "I'm kidding, what kind?"

"Cor-Corona."

She placed a finger under her chin, thinking to herself. "Is it cold?" she finally asked.

"Ye-yes. I keep them in the freezer," he lied.

"Hmm, I don't know. I'm more of a Budweiser kind of girl."

He wanted to scream at the top of his lungs. Why did women have to be so difficult? "Fine, whatever then! Go ahead, fall and end up like a pancake! I don't care!" He turned to go back inside when movement caught his eye and he watched in horror as she swung her leg back over the side of the ledge.

Whistling as she leaned further, her butt edging off as the updrafts blew her hair, "Wow, that's a long fall." Iruka paled as her hand slipped a bit. "Opps."

"Budweiser you said?"

She turned her head to look at him and leered mischievously. "Yeah, why? I thought you said you have Corona?"

"I do, but if you get off the ledge, I'll go buy a pack," he stated gravely, honestly he felt more dead with fear then alive with anything.

"Really? Mm, okay." She brought both legs over and scooted off the stucco, landing safely on the balcony.

The teacher released a long sigh. "Thank you. I'll go to the nearest store and I'll be right back."

"You know, I would have settled for Corona." Iruka's eye started to twitch. "But since you offered…" she grinned creepily. "I'll be over in thirty minutes so keep it quick." She disappeared inside her apartment before he could respond.

(A/N: Okay, well, what do you think? Let me know.)