He knew she never really liked him. She thought he was all lateness and porn. But can three pointless pranks prove it? Anko's always up for pranks, but she needs to accept the consequences.
A dark purple haired woman stomped down the halls of the main quarters. Her sandaled feet thumped against the wooden planks. An angry expression was etched on her face, as a thin line of red fought its way onto her features.
The twenty-four year old woman's pale purple eyes were fixed solely in front of her, glaring at nothing in particular. And so…this is a sign that Mitarashi Anko…was slightly pissed.
The spiked hair of hers was slightly out of order, indicating that she woke up at a bad start in the morning. She was cursing silently to herself in that tomboyish voice of hers. The Mitarashi turned a corner and-
"Anko-chan!"
"WHA-$$!#(#!"
Said person stumbled backwards onto the wall, getting a good distance away from the owner of the cheery voice. Her heart had started to jump back to its normal pace, as she regained her normal composure. Anko stared in disbelief at the man who was standing in front of her pocketing his orange porn book.
The silver haired man gave a mysterious smile underneath his mask, while waggling a tsk-ing finger at her. "Now, now Anko-chan…It isn't nice for you to swear."
"...Sure, Kakashi, sure…" she said emotionlessly, while turning her head away from the jounin. The masked twenty-six year old looked at her, still in the cheery mood. "Oh jeez, I know what you're hear for, just go away."
Kakashi's mood dropped slightly, but never the less he kept his smile up. "Well…let me ask a question." He didn't pause for Anko to acknowledge the inquiry. The jounin brought his eyes, and softened his gaze. "How many times…do I have to say 'I love you'?"
"I…I don't want to hear that," she admitted, a frown planted on her lips. The answer smacked Kakashi upside the head, yet he remained calm on the outside.
"Then what do you want to hear?"
Anko's face grew into one of annoyance, as she crossed her arms. The woman glared at Kakashi, her face still the color of red. "Nothing, thanks though. I like someone else."
"And that person is?"
The dark haired woman, started to panic. Was that jealousy or…hatred hinted in his voice? Quickly, she answered. "Me."
"Anko-chan…" His slightly fierce gaze softened, as Anko's face turned redder.
"Yes, I'm conceited-" She turned her back on him, and turned her head heavenward. Desperately trying to get away, she shot her eyes towards something and jabbed a finger at it: "OH EM GEE! THERE'S GUM ON THAT CEILING!"
For a moment…it worked, and that gave the Mitarashi some time to flee. She ran as far as she could, ran into a room, and slammed the door shut. Anko gasped for breath, lifting a hand and placing it over where her heart was. Right now, it was beating furiously against her rib cage.
"Anko-san?"
"Ah! Tsunade-sama!" she took a haste bow, towards the source of the voice. Furiously up righting herself, she looked at the blond woman sitting behind the desk. Abruptly brushing aside a purple stray strand of hair, Anko gave a sheepish grin. "G-Gomenasai…"
The pig-tailed lady placed down an ink brush against a dragon hold. Tsunade smoothed out the paper of the scroll she was writing on. "It's unusual for you to run into the Hokage's office without an apt reason, neh?"
Anko sweat dropped, as she scratched her head. "Well…you know…the usual," She twiddled with her fingers before finally choking out, "…the love gag…"
The Godaime gave an amused scoff, as she closed her eyes knowingly and straightening papers on her desk. "Well, why don't you just accept the 'love gag'?"
She frowned, as the blond haired woman smiled oblivious to her feelings. "Well, you know Kakashi…he's all lateness and porn. He's…" The Mitarashi scrunched up her nose. "well…perverted.."
Tsunade chuckled, as she leaned back on her chair. Looking strangely at Anko, she said, "Sure he takes out that orange book of his, remind me to kill Jiraiya later, and certainly he's always late," A small chuckle escaped her lips, before she turned slightly to gaze at the village through her open window. "But he's an obedient ninja and a great instructor. Looks aren't everything…"
Anko bit her lower lip, and as she was about to lift her head up to speak, the Godaime continued on.
"Just try dig deeper underneath all that, you'll see how he really is."
Her lips twisted upwards into a crooked smirk, as a thought flitted into her mind. "Hmm, deeper eh?"
"Sure, just get under his nerves, piss him off; anything that would make him angry," Tsunade said, before returning back to her work. "You'll see how he works."
"Hai, Tsunade-sama."
After a few ink strokes, Tsunade's amber eyes gleamed. "Alas…I am finally done…" She grabbed the ends of the scroll and flagged it around in a dramatic way. "BEHOLD!"
The scroll dropped full in view, revealing kanji saying: "KAKASHI+ANKO 4EVER!"
Anko sweat dropped, and her face flushed red. In disbelief she asked, "You're betting on that…right?"
"Yes, Anko-san," Tsunade muttered, sitting back in her chair. She gave a mischievous chuckle, and her gaze seemed to be coated with honey. "I'm betting all I have with Jiraiya. I better not lose."
Anko sighed, a frown on her face. "Yes, Tsunade-sama…"
Walking down the lonely hall, Anko was in deep thought.
A way to piss off Konoha's most lax and carefree ninja, and he's one with a lot of patience. Many ideas pop into her mind, but then was quickly discarded for it was too stupid.
And here is Anko's mental checklist of the remaining ideas:
Ways to piss of Hatake Kakashi
A: Be Naruto-ish. Not possible…Kakashi never gets angry at the kid…or does he?
B: Vandalize his porn books. Consider that…
C:STEAL ALL HIS PORN BOOKS! HURRAH!
D: Poison him. I wish for that, but he'll die. And Tsunade-sama will kill me.
E: Beat him up. Will never happen, I'm too weak, and he has a Sharingan, dammit!
Be all prissy. Er…I guess that can be an odd behavior of mine…
And so the Mitarashi considered the six choices, her thoughts attached to the last of each. Something snapped in her brain, as her eyes widened gleefully. She gave a corny grin, and rubbed her chin impishly. "Well, it's A, B, and C."
She must act now, piss him off or never. Anko was quite excited to participate in a roguish act to anger the Hatake, and possibly it might make him reconsider his feelings for her.
To the Mitarashi, it was flawless.
-Plan A: Be Naruto-ish.
"Uhm…What's up Kakashi, 'tebayo!" Anko phrased a dead effort in her sentence. She stood before a mirror in the bathroom, and groaned. The 'dattebayo' was too…childish for her, and was way out of her sentence structure.
Ruffling her violet hair, she shut her eyes tightly and inhaled and exhaled. Now to act, ready or not. Anko turned on her heels, and walked outside of the bathroom. She strolled towards the missions' room, and peeked in for any signs of the silver haired jounin.
Bingo! A fox-like grin appeared on her face, as she scurried towards the reading twenty-six year old. Sneaking up behind him, she attempted to choke him…sort of, if he wasn't that tall she could.
It only resulted in a hug, where her arms couldn't fully reach around his neck, that in order to she had to pull him backwards towards her. Kakashi's eyes widened, as he lost his balance and fell backwards onto Anko.
The only words that ran through Anko's head were: OH SHIT!
Fortunately, he didn't crush her.
But there were other problems. Like: Kakashi lying on top of her, practically turned so he was facing her, and well he was staring at her full of question.
And unfortunately there were snaps and flashes, not to mention a few squeals.
Anko opened her eyes to see Kakashi already in a crouch beside her, he had the usual bored face, and that gave her time to look around. Okay, there was a crowd of grinning ninjas holding cameras, and just lowering it so they could give a smirk at her.
"WOO! KAKASHI AND ANKO IS GETTING GOOD!" someone whooped. Another whistled, people cheered, others were grinning knowing that the anti-Kakashi and Anko group would have to pay up.
To them it was one sign of victory.
To Anko it was devastation.
To Kakashi…it was just confusing.
Anko jumped to her feet, and grabbed Kakashi's arm, proceeding to dash out the door with him. Well, it worked…yes, but the perverse mind of others had thought wrong.
Poor Anko.
"We need to talk," Anko said seriously. Whatever happened to plan A? Oh wells, that'll come later.
Kakashi surveyed their surroundings, wondering why she had dragged him into a lone room, and sitting in a plush chair opposing Anko. He finally snapped his head towards her, and raised a brow. "Oh? And that concerns…"
"You know, before. It was unintentional, and…er…don't get the wrong idea," Anko said, scratching her head. She looked at him kind of nervously, wondering how he would take the statement.
However, Kakashi just shrugged and leaned against the cushion of the chair. "It was rather…" He racked his brain for the right word. "…odd. But there needs to be some kind of explanation."
The last sentence seemed more like a command then a common statement. Anko rubbed the back of her neck. Was there any way she could say 'I wanted to choke you' in another way? An idea perked up her brain, as she gave a sly appearance
"I wanted to play a friendly prank, 'tebayo!" Anko purred, giving a cat grin. Kakashi stared at her blankly, blinking excessively at her.
Did she just say 'tebayo?'
"Anko-chan…" Kakashi said weakly. His eyes quickly turned serious, as he gave a glare. "You are Anko-chan are you?"
"Ehehehe, Kakashi…" she muttered, sinking in her chair, as his glare intensified. "Er, not like the kid would pull off some kind of joke like this…er, you see. Naruto's 'dattebayo' has this interesting ring to it, so I…"
"You stole it?" the Hatake asked, completing her sentence. She nodded in approval.
Anko exhaled the breath she had been holding in. Now time to bother him, as he took out an orange book to read. "Ay, Kakashi."
"Hmm?"
"Why is it that your hair is gray?" Anko asked, purely knowing that many questions would run down his patience.
"Born like that," he grunted, his eye scanning across the page.
She tapped her knees with her fingers, while she queried. "Any reason why you have a mask?"
"To escape those who wants to be my spouse or girlfriend."
"Do you want one?"
"Nnn."
Anko shifted in her seat, whilst thinking of another question. "Er…how about your team…are they coming along well?"
"Yeah. Sakura's crush for Sasuke toned down. While the two boys care about nothing but beating each other."
"Eh, why's that?"
Kakashi shrugged, obviously paying a little attention to her questions.
"How's it being an instructor…?" Anko's voice quieted down. Kakashi hasn't been paying much attention to her questions, so now the questions must be soft projected and a question that required thinking. She lifted her pale eyes up and studied his face, which seemed hard to do…but it looked like he was deep in thought, picking the right words.
"Well…it requires a lot of responsibility and it isn't actually fun. For me…there are three people I need to protect whenever we have an important mission. It's very tiring," Kakashi muttered, looking up from his book.
"So you're fond of them?" Anko asked teasingly, for she knew once that he stated that all those he cared about was dead. He just shrugged, and looked at the air, seemingly spaced out.
"Not fond."
So the great Hatake Kakashi wouldn't admit that he cared about his students, when he freely said he loved her. Great…
Mitarashi Anko was not impressed, something needed to be done. And she knows how to do it.
"But…Kakashi," Anko said, a new tone fixed to her voice. She slid off her chair and sat on the arm rest of his. She braced an arm around his neck, and laid her head gently on his shoulder. "Don't you care?"
Anko could feel Kakashi's face steam up; after all practically the red flush was beyond his control. Taking advantage of his state, she lifted to head, and inched towards his face.
Anko's hands cradled his face, and her face was inevitably very close to his face. The usual bored eye had widened to its full extent, as Anko's pale ones were slowly closing.
Oh wait. He still has the mask on, so- the hell? It's off…wait, is it?
Kakashi's world began spinning: the woman he loves is actually going to kiss him. Is this a dream?
Yes, it is. And sadly the copy-cat nin didn't catch the sly grin of the lady, and so-
Anko pinched his cheeks hard; mind you his mask is still on. She detained her laugh, but it still was heard, as she slid into Kakashi's lap. After a few moments of stifling her giggle, she burst into fits of laughter.
"Oh KAMI! –laugh- IT HURTS! S-STOMACH HURTS!" Anko had her hands placed on her stomach, while still laughing. A tear sprouted from her eye and slid down, as the dark violet hair woman was rolling on her back.
A sweat drop appeared on Kakashi's face, as he looked at the slim figure resting on his lap. A mild vein was attached to his forehead, as his eyes narrowed. "Anko-chan, you…evil…"
Then that was when Anko knew what she was facing. "Ehehehe, Kakashi…er, sorry bout that."
He rolled his eyes and massaged his reddened cheeks, which could be a blush. He took it very lightly, but the pain of his cheeks were still throbbing. "Don't do that again."
"Sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure," Kakashi grumbled. Anko gave a foxy smile.
-Plan A: ACCOMPLISHED.
-Plan B: Vandalize his porn books.
Late at night:
A shadow crept along the walls of the lone house. It tiptoed through the strewn leaves and peeked into the house through its dusty windows. That night, Kakashi was out somewhere possibly a mission, so it gave her a lot of time to carry out plan B.
Armed with magic marker, pencils, pens, and other drawing materials, the ninja slipped in through an open window. She surveyed the surroundings; a bed, bookshelf, plant, desk, a closet…all were arranged neatly in the room. What caught the Mitarashi's eyes were a line of orange books aligned, side by side, on the bookshelf.
Anko gingerly pulled out one and ran her fingers over the paperback. She snickered as she pulled the marker cap off making an audible 'pop'.
Slowly, she scribbled over the cover, drawing random doodles and things. And there were squeaks of the pen heard and small giggling.
-Sometime later-
Anko was done with the forty-fifth volume of Icha Icha, and hoped there were no more. She had been in a two hour session of scribbling on the cover and on the pages.
As she placed back the books in its original neat order, she heard the door outside click open.
Several heavy footsteps were heard, and the door closed loudly. Her nerves started to work up, and a pang of panic struck her.
'Time to escape!' she thought. Abruptly, Anko turned towards the window. She ran towards it and proceeded to open it, but found it locked. 'Hell? Why's it locked? Eck…it's locked on the outside, great way to capture burglars…'
The window was out of the question, as she heard thuds coming nearer and nearer to her room. Her pale eyes glanced across the room looking for another exit, yet she only found the door and that's where she'll meet Kakashi.
She turned her back on the door, thinking of an excuse for her to use. Maybe he'd let her slide…possibly. Well, depends if he gets angry enough. Anko suddenly thought of whacking Kakashi unconscious so that he didn't see anything. Now there's an idea.
'Where the heck! I need a weapon!' Anko thought frantically, remembering that she emptied out her weaponry to fill her pouch with her 'art' supplies. She scrambled around looking for anything that could cause a concussion.
Tmp, Tmp.
The thuds stopped, and that's when Anko felt an eye boring into her back. She turned to be greeted by something much unexpected.
Standing at the doorway was the silver-haired jounin, balancing himself by the doorframe. Something was wrong with him; it seemed that he was not at all unfazed and not surprise either.
She backed up against the bed, the back of her knees against the bed edge. 'What the hell has this guy been doin-'
"ANKO!" The silver haired jounin dashed towards her, smothering her in a big hug, which sent both onto the plush bed which was conveniently placed behind them. He crushed her, wrapping his arms around her small body frame.
"Kakashi?" she gasped, her face flushing deeply with redness. Kakashi was pinning her down, while the twenty-four year old was struggling to push him off. "ARE YOU DRUNK OR SOMETHING!"
During her struggle, Anko's eyes caught sight of his reddened face and airy look, signs of after drinking sake. All the possibilities of what he might do to her made her pale. "HECK YOU ARE DRUNK!" Anko screamed, as she quickly turned her head to avoid his lips. "I'M TOO YOUNG TO LOSE MY VIRGINITY!"
"Why?" his voice started adopting a commanding tone. "Why can't you love me? I've always loved you, Anko. Always." The base of his palm pressed painfully against her shoulders. "Is there something wrong with me? Do you hate me? I'll do anything! I'll…" His grip on her weakened as he lowered his eye from her, and his voice softened. "…do anything for you…"
For a moment Anko saw sadness and desperation on his face and hinted into his voice. So many emotions have she seen mixed into the usual lazy ninja. And here she thought his feelings for her were a joke, it left her speechless. Hesitantly she muttered, "Kakashi…I…"
"Anko …You…" he said, his voice starting to crack. A forceful hand grabbed her chin and made her to look at him in the eye. She studied his visible eye which was rimmed with moisture. Kakashi choked out, "Why don't you love me?" Anko gulped, as she concentrated chakra into her right hand. Kakashi continued. "I...love you so much, what do I have to do for you to be mine?"
His last word was distant, and Kakashi's drunken eye slowly closed. Kakashi fell limp on her body, and his head rested upon her shoulders. Anko frowned in guilt as she looked at her hand that was reviving from the blue glow.
Anko slowly shifted herself out from underneath the twenty-six year old, trying to prevent him from stirring. She moved him into a better position, and without a second glance back she ran out the door.
'I'm sorry, Kakashi.'
-Plan B: ACCOMPLISHED
-Plan C: STEAL ALL HIS PORN BOOKS!
Next morning:
The atmosphere inside of the lounge was very strange. Anko observed the room; most people were either dead or without any spirit. She watched as another chunin catapulted out of the room and into the restroom with a hand covering his face.
She came with one solution: They were out drinking.
Typical hangovers, it's not strange that most of the shinobis were out drinking. Why would they be in this strange behavior, unless they were practicing on being anorexic. 'Oh Kami, that explains Kakashi,' Anko thought tiredly, frowning. She massaged her temple, remembering the things that the Hatake was blabbing.
The door shifted open quickly, obviously someone was pissed. And it wasn't a surprise that it was Kakashi.
The wooden door made a loud 'clack' against the frame, and it was not surprising that it drew many people's attention. Anko's eyes widened.
She glanced at him in panic, wishing that he hadn't remembered what happened the night before. If so, he wouldn't look as angry as he was now. Anko just struck the jackpot.
Kakashi was pissed.
She watched him converse with someone, and the conversation ended with Kakashi glaring and the jounin shrinking back in fear. After rolling his eyes, he slinked towards Anko a grumpy expression written clearly on his face. Anko decided to ignore it, knowing that if she pretended to not know, she would slide by.
"What's up, Kakashi?"
He mumbled, and dropped onto the couch next to Anko. He massaged his temples, looking like he had a migraine. "Someone vandalized my books…"
Anko tried to look surprise, but failed miserably at it. "Really? Who'd do that?"
He grunted in response, clearly saying that he hasn't caught her failed cover. Kakashi cradled his head with his hand, looking as though he hadn't got enough sleep. "Mugh, dumb hangover."
Kakashi unknowingly tilted towards Anko and had his head rest on her shoulders. Not knowing what to do, she awkwardly patted his forest green vest. "Uh…elaborate on that more…?"
"Shitting hangover…" Kakashi cursed.
"…"
"Plus the bastard…the son of a bitch, vandalize my books," he growled. "I'll rip the person in shreds if I have to, punish them, torture them."
A drop of sweat slid down the side of her face. She gave an innocent smile. "Er, what if you know the person…?"
He looked up, a face of pure malice. "I'll decide," he grumbled with a tired and aggravated tone.
"Ehehehe…"
'This is the last phase, I have to steal his books, and hide it. Transfer it to my house, and wah-la,' Anko thought, ducking underneath the bushes planted outside of his house. She peeked into his room yet again, now it was lit. Anko suspects that he's in the house, making the mission more deadly then it was.
If Kakashi caught her, it's the end of the world. Tsunade will lose the bet, and have Anko to blame. But either way, she has no feelings for him so the Godaime will still lose.
But anyways, the chunin examiner stalked around the perimeters of the house, inspecting it inch by inch. Where would be the most efficient area to sneak in?
Anko felt a chakra source pulsing on the opposite side of the room, and felt that it was safe to go in now. She made sure that the self-locking windows wouldn't lock her inside again. And Anko crawled into the room, a piece of violet hair catching onto the doorframe, but she relentlessly pulled it out. Anko grabbed her backpack, and stacked everything inside in record time.
Her head flew side to side, detecting any kind of chakra or any signs of the jounin approaching. When she found that void, she escaped out the door, leaving nothing for evidence.
The second she left, the moment Kakashi entered…only to find that his books has been stolen. He glanced at the window which had something thread-like flapping in the breeze. He examined it, and a surprised look came across his face.
'What the?'
-Plan C: ACCOMPLISHED.
Anko was having a bad time right now, she had no absolute place to hide his books, and every single nook and cranny was filled. She stomped around the house, looking for concealed areas that she might not know about.
There was no more time, soon the jounin would come marching into her house and-
Ding-dong
Nuff said, he's already there. In panic she dropped all the books inside the closet in her room and slid the door closed. Anko raced towards the door, and opened it, revealing a casual Kakashi.
A deranged smirk came about underneath his mask, as if he knew something that Anko didn't know. "Mind if I come in?"
"Uhm, go ahead," she said. Anko stepped aside letting the jounin stroll in casually. He didn't choose to sit on the couch but instead stood by it, his hands in his pocket.
"Well…" he started.
Anko blinked as she shut the door. Does he know already? "What?"
Kakashi hummed as he walked into her bedroom, inspecting the house in which the Mitarashi lived in. After a Anko followed him, Kakashi directed his gaze towards her. "Where's it."
"Where's what?" Anko asked innocently, as he advanced towards her.
His eyes narrowed, as a frown came onto his face. Kakashi easily towered over her, and she took a subconscious step back towards the closet. "My books."
She gave a nervous chuckle, her back pressing against the closet door. "Eh…what books? You have plenty of books-cookbooks, encyclopedia, medic books-"
"My Icha Icha."
Anko started sweating as his glare intensified. Hatake Kakashi was purely mad now. "Now, whatever makes you think I took it?"
Kakashi didn't pay attention to her, but was more suspicious of the closet. He swiftly shifted it open and allowed the marked orange books tumble onto the ground. Then there was silence.
"Anko…" Kakashi said angrily, annoyance and aggravation emitting from him. He lifted his hand near Anko's face, where she flinched in fear that he might cause harm. However, Kakashi only had his hand cupping the right side of her face. "Anko…you took it didn't you?" he asked, breath spraying over her face.
She nodded slowly, fear rattling throughout her body. The twenty-six year old was quite the unpredictable person. "You vandalized it also…am I correct?"
As much as she wanted to deny, Anko nodded her head. She could feel anger flying from him, but she had nowhere to go. Anko was pinned against the wall as she was against the bed the other day.
She slowly opened her pale eyes and looked at him. Slowly Kakashi inhaled, "So you…acted like Naruto, mark up my books, and steal them just to make me angry."
"Y-Yeah…"
"Quite stupid, don't you think?" his head tilted to the side, and his hot breath was tickling her nose. "I can never get mad at you."
His left hand reached up to pull down his mask; however his index finger stayed hooked to the cloth. "It was pointless, but still…you need your punishment."
In a blink of an eye, lips were pressing against hers. She can't say she enjoyed it, and Anko can't say she loved it. Because the moment she subconsciously pushes back against it, he pulled away, pulling the mask back over his face.
Anko smirked, despite the red on her face. "That's what you call punishment?"
Kakashi returned the smile. "It's better than being mauled."
The woman chuckled, as she rested her back against the wall. She closed her pale eyes and hummed for a while, her mind remembering what he had said while she was in his room. A small smile graced her lips.
"Fine, Hatake Kakashi. You win. I'm yours."
That day…Tsunade finally won a bet.
