Just Another Person

"IBIIIIKI!" he blinked, eyes widening as the familiar bust obscured his vision and the all too familiar sigh reached his ears. He looked into her slightly frowning face.

"I was looking at those," he said, yanking the papers on his desk out from under her elbows and straightening them purposefully. She sighed again, propping up her head with one hand, saying,

"I know, you're always 'looking at those' or 'reading that' or 'doing this'." Deep, deep within the within of his inner self, he cringed as the sharp feline like eyes flashed to his. "I'm so attention starved." Outwardly, he was nonchalant as usual. He coughed sarcastically,

"Hardly." The sigh. He sighed now, lacing his gloved fingers. "What is it this time?" She grinned in a most sinister way.

"Oh, you don't have to go out of your way for little old me, Ibiki."

Oh, yes I do. "Get off my desk and tell me what you want." She didn't budge. On no, the serious look.

"Well, you see…" she was watching her finger as it traced circles on his desk, "… there's this guy."

Can it be? Mitarashi Anko nervous?

"And well, you see, I kind of…"

"Yes?"

"I kind of have this thing for him."

"Do I look like a mind reader? Define "thing" please and "this guy" and be articulate: you know I can't properly analyze situations that are vague."

"I… Well he… I can't tell you."

"Anko! Get it together woman! If you tell anyone it's got to be me or Kurenai. Is that it? Do I have to find out from Kurenai?"

"No!"

"You haven't told her, have you? Anko-"

"No! Well, I mean, yeah I haven't told her, but-"

"You haven't told her that you're in love?"

"I never said-"

"In love with Hatake Kakashi?" Now she straightened, gaping.

"H-h-how did you-" He waved a hand, eyes closed.

"Little things, really aside the point, but things like where you looked when you came in, your dietary habits for the past week, body language changes, and on and on. Plus, you've been stalking him…"

"You noticed."

"It was hard not to."

"What am I going to do?" He studied her intently now.

Lord Hokage, she's messed up over this. "What do you mean?"

"What do you mean 'what do you mean?'?! It's not like I can actually talk to him! I couldn't! It's not-"

"Why the hell not? You, of all people, have a mouth and one heck of a set of lungs, right?"

"But, I can't… I can't- I'm not worthy!"

"What!?"

"He's so much more intelligent, he's so much more skilled, he's famous, he was in ANBU, he-"

"He's just another person, Anko." Ibiki stood up, towering over his flustered friend. Shouting was going to be the only way to make her understand. "You want him, Anko? Go get him! Go talk to him! Get your infamously large behind out of my office and get yourself a man!!!" She shrank back, blinking. The Ibiki in the depths kicked himself for scaring her while the other glared venomously. Anko abruptly bolted across the desk, burying herself in his coat.

"Thanks, Biki." She sprinted out, leaving him blinking. He grinned, shuffling his papers.

"You're welcome."