AN: So another unpublished Kakashi/Anko ficlette I found in the recesses of my laptop at 4:30 in the morning. Who knows, maybe I'll even get reviewed for it. Hell, I really need to get to bed...as always, read and review, as the reviews are greatly appreciated.
Revealing
"Anko…haven't you ever felt that your choice of attire it a little more then revealing?" Kunerai asked tersely.
"I'll say!" Gemna jumped in, laughing at Kunerai's delicately placed statement. "It's not very user friendly—" he said through a definite smirk. She knew that smirk. And she very much wanted to silence it at the moment.
"—which is to say that it's not ninja-proof—" Kunerai added quickly, as to not offend.
"Hey!" She took offense anyways.
"You can't move in it properly—" Shizune piped up.
"And it's constructed in such a way as to hinder any activity that would be beneficial to carrying out the duties of a jounin!" Sakura added helpfully. Why Sakura was there, they would never know.
"Hear, hear!" Gemna concurred enthusiastically, jumping out of the way of a lethal-looking blow.
"Er, guys—" Anko hissed, dodging a splay of kunai headed in her direction. "Is this really the most appropriate time to be discussing my choice of attire?"
"No…" mused Gemna, avidly jumping into the trees.
"But your skirt—" Kunerai said with forced gentleness.
"And your fishnets—"cringed Shizune.
"They're just so…" Kunerai trailed off, thinking of a polite way to tell Anko that her clothing was little better then something a sadist, sex obsessed freak would wear.
"Well?" snapped Anko, following the lead Kunerai gave her, as they both landed in the clearing. A burst of chakra shot straight towards both of them, sending Kunerai reveling back, but leaving Anko open again to take the brunt of another hit.
"ANKO!"
She spun around a moment too late and watched in horror as the second beam of chakra flew rapidly towards her friend. .
Everybody shielded their eyes. Anko cringed. She was dead. Or at least severely injured. Dammit.
"Revealing?" a rather amused voice asked.
"Huh?"
Anko looked up, then down under her. Why wasn't she dead? Instead, she was in the arms of a familiar masked jounin, and they were soaring high above, through the trees.
"Kakashi…"
"You know," he said softly, setting her down lightly as they stopped temporarily in one of the trees. "I, for one, don't think that skirt looks half bad on you." He flashed her a perverted grin, one hidden by his mask and leapt up effortlessly, disappearing into the shadows of the forest, presumably back towards the battleground.
She smiled.
At least one person appreciated her outfit.