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K guys, this is a partner fic I'm doing with Kakashi Nuttcase. You can read the same one on their profile if you *sniff* hate me.

The Mission of a Lifetime

Kakashi was sitting peacefully enjoying his "written porn" in front of the lake. His feet were dropped into the water and he sat at the edge of the dock, his sandals sitting neatly next to each other by the hand that held him up. The other hand supported his lousy orange book. The water that streamed by didn't seem to bother him, no, it only bothered the angry shinobi across the water.

"God damn it and there goes my senban!" A certain proctor shouted. The eye scrolling the parchment sprung up to look at her slowly.

He watched her fish for her treat in the water for a few moments before returning to his book. He was just glad she didn't notice him; after all she was a bit on the edge. She pulled her arm out of the water and shook it dry, pulling the sleeve down; she stood up with her hands on her hips. He heard a thud and looked up again, only to find none other than Anko standing on the water before him.

"Yes Anko?" he questioned with a calm almost bored tone. She just smirked with a small chuckle. He knew, by experience, that if he ignored her she would only try to get his attention all to herself, using heinous methods.

"Want to go train with me? I got some steam to blow on ya." She practically chirped, while stepping onto the dock.

He knew then that the relaxing time he had planned was now interrupted. She wanted to tease him yet get a good chuckle out of him, so being the stupid person she was at times kicked his shoes into the water. He set his book down and looked at the shoes as they let out their last bubble of air and went into the deep beyond. He closed his eye and took a deep breath to calm of frustration.

"I would if I had shoes." He stated plainly while rubbing his unruly mass of hair. Right about this time he would be at the bar taking one beer down his gullet and walking home for another night rest, sadly at 8:00 p.m. Anko crossed her arms and glared at the spot where the last bubble popped.

"Hey, come on. I'll go barefooted too, if it'll make you feel better."

He grunted and stood up slowly, walking past her. It wasn't like he hated her, well he did think she was a little weird, the only thing that held him from beating her into a pulp was his regular plans. He would love to go out and take down some weak new ninja, but the schedule wouldn't allow it. He's always lived by an imaginary schedule that he makes when he first wakes for the day.

"You owe me a new pair of shoes." He stated calmly, while waving back at her in the midst of his walk to the bar. Anko wasn't going to let him get away with that though, everyone knows she's not easy to get rid of. She took in one factor though as he left, he looked like a moron without his sandals. And that kind of made up for him ditching her.

Anko tapped the door lightly to make sure it was open, it creaked slightly as a crack was revealed. She grinned before kicking the door open hard and loud. It flew back and hit the wall, leaving a rather large indent from the knob. She took long large steps inside her trashed home, and took off her coat and threw it on the floor by the old ragged couch. She plopped down on a bed sitting near the couch and took in the smell. It smelled horrible, but no matter, she was used to it.

Her apartment was pretty small, it only had two rooms. A bathroom and a large room she used for everything she would need, like a stove, fridge, couch, TV, and sleeping arrangements, basically it was a kitchen/living room all in one. She kicked her legs up upon the green beast of a couch. Seriously it looked like a caterpillar or a large green jelly bean of some sort.

"Three ways to make your man jealous." Said a firm voice from the television as she pressed the power button on the remote. She seemed curiously interested in this; she was still cranky about the fact that her old man dumped her for some slut.

"Find another man and rub yourself all over him in front of the one you plan on making jealous," said the other skinny, lanky, man on the TV.

"No, no you must act like yourself. Maybe try to stop looking for love and fix the others up." The firm man said. The skinny one laughed outrageously and smacked his partners back.

"Hai, hai, we might end up saying plenty more than three!" He shouted, wiping away a tear of joy.

"If that's the case, let's see what you have to say." The firm man said while looking over to the skinny one. Anko was beginning to think these two weren't the brightest of the bunch, but she needed all the advice she could get. She thought over the two ideas for a few minutes. The first one sounded fun to her, but the second one sounded even better because she could finally change Kakashi's haircut. After a careful amount of consideration she chose to fix Kakashi, god knows how many things were wrong with him.
"Got mail." A, soft, shy voice called out from the door. Anko walked to the door and opened it in an agrivated sort of way. A small petite woman stood there holding out a small letter.

"Who is it from?"Grumbled Anko. The womea trembled under Anko's glare.

"A message from a supposed Haruo Hajime." She whispered. Anko's fist tightened and her face turned red. Her eye twitched furiously as she thought about that man, her ex. The mail lady quivered at the sight of her anger. "I-I'm s-s-sorry I'll t-take it b-back." The women said. Anko ignored her words and gave an evil grin. The petite woman stepped back, utterly terrified.

"Go now." Anko commanded the woman, and she obeyed running off, while dropping the letter on the floor.

Anko stepped on it while smashing it repeatedly into the ground. "That should do it." She said with a great glare and satisfied smirk. She walked out into the hallway and laughed a little.

Then, she thought about the best time to disturb the silver haired man. It seemed now would be perfect for he was asleep. She turned to the side to look at a passing by crow, she smiled. Crows. Kakashi's inner animal, such a sight for Anko.

She ran off onto a couple of buildings, to find Kakashi taking his normal midnight stroll to the memorial stone. She stayed a quiet pace behind him and tried to get closer, but by the time she got close enough to him he was at the stone. He stood for a few minutes with his hands in his pockets. He looked at the engraved names he knew so well, his friends and family.

Anko didn't quite understand why he did this every time he got a chance. All she understood was that he was going to change his odd ways today. She ran up to him and he turned his head to the noise of footsteps. She stood by his shoulder and smirked to herself.

"The hair goes and so will the mask." She said, while reaching up to her tiptoes to reach his hair, and ruffling it up without waiting for him to react. He just stood there making a face of confusion.

"Anko what are you doing?" H asked calmly. She slammed her heels to the ground again and looked at him with a glare.

"I'm going to fix you and your porn addiction. Oh, and that gives me an idea, the porn goes." She stated as if he'd be stupid not to get this on his own. He looked at her like she was on crack and looked the other way slightly frightened.

"Anko, no. No way in hell." He said it plainly while taking a step forward. She licked her lips ready for a challenge.

"Why not? If you do this, you might just get a new pair of sandals." she said chuckling as she looked down at his old, ratty, two-sizes-too-small, pair of shoes.

"I have shoes." He stated while keeping his face forward. "See?"

"Look here, I need a hobby. I'm going to turn you into a ladies' man. That is going to be my new hobby. If you don't let me I'll kill you." He bent slightly and sat down on a small box on top of the stone. "Besides," she continued, "you might just get love out of it. You know, than you won't have to keep staring at your book. It'll be all real for you."

"Whatever makes you happy." He said with a sigh, while turning to face her. "Did you know today is the day Obito died?" Grabbing the side of her arm, he continued with, "If you can change me into a better man, I'll kiss you as a reward." he said purposefully sending chills down Anko's spine. It was only meant as a joke, but the creepy tone and feeling he was giving off wasn't helping his cause.

"You crazy Kakashi? Why would I want your kiss as a prize?" She was nervous, but she didn't really know why, twitching under Kakashi's intense gaze, she started shuffling her feet.

"Because you looove me." He drawled out, pulling her close to him.

"You drunk old bastard! Let me go, or I swear I will beat the crap out of you." She said, struggling to get free. "I mean it."

"You're no fun Anko. I'm not old, drunk, or a bastard. I'll even let you go." And, true to his word, he did. He sat back on his hunches and stared at her. "The moon's really pretty tonight."

"Yeah, I guess so." And it was. It was a giant glistening orb in the sky, surrounded by hundreds of stars. "But stop with the nature! Go to sleep now, because I'm going to wake you up bright and early tomorrow morning. If I were you, I'd enjoy the sleep while you can." She swiveled around and headed off towards her own dingy apartment, but after four steps, she turned back around to face Kakashi, "I expect you to be at the lake at exactly 4:30. Understand? And if you bring your perverted little book I'll castrate you. And I may even strip search you, just for good measure."

Kakashi paled a little as he watched her. Swallowing he said, "Sure, Anko. Anything you say… No book." He'd hide it in his hair… or maybe in his weapons belt.

"Good." She smirked and went off into the night.

The next day, at exactly 7:30, Anko showed up at the lake. "Time for Kakashi's make over to begin!" This, she thought, was going to be fun.

She'd told the old pervert to get to the lake at 4:30 so he shouldn't be here for another half hour or so, with some excuse about getting lost on the road of life or something, bah. She sat down on the dock that Kakashi had been sitting on before and let her feet dangle in the cool water, placing her sandals to the side, she let her hands prop her up as she leaned back and tilted her face towards the sky.

After his hair, his mask, and his porn, his lateness would be the next to go. He was such a bad influence. Anko couldn't help but wonder about his team, Team 7 if she recalled correctly, was made up of Sakura Haruno, Sasuke Uchiha, and Naruto Uzumaki. Well…she knew one thing for sure; the Uzumaki kid was corrupted by Jiraiya and Kakashi. The Uchiha was probably corrupted as well. The Haruno girl must keep them in line though, she never heard about them getting into too much trouble.

"Hey, Anko," So Kakashi finally showed up, huh? Anko turned and looked over at the white haired man. He was rubbing the back of his head and his eye was closed, the crease line in his mask was showing that he was in fact, smiling. "I know you've been waiting for me, but I was on my way here at 4, so I could be here and ready at 4:30, but there was this black cat and I-"

"Oh save it Kakashi. I knew you'd be late so I told you to meet me here at 4:30, I just got here half an hour ago." Slowly, she pushed herself up and headed over to him. Anko was a short woman, and Kakashi was a tall man. She just barely came up to his chin, but still, she looked him firmly in the eye, with a look of disappointment and superiority.

"… You mean I could have been even later?" He looked frustrated, like he was about to throw a tantrum. His hand was no longer rubbing the back of his neck, and it seemed like he was frowning. His eye had a hard look to it.

"No. Now shut up. We're going to fix your hair." She smirked, and took out a pair of scissors; slowly she advanced towards him, one step at a time as if walking towards a frightened animal…or in Anko's case, a frightened snake. She was a hunter and Kakashi was her pray.

"Anko, no, what's wrong with my hair anyway? I like it." Kakashi was backing up. With each step Anko took forward, Kakashi took a step back. His hands were held up in front of him, as if they could ward of Anko's scissors.

"It's too long, and it's tilted towards the side in a weird way. That has got to go. But you're right, it's too early for the hair." She put her hands on her hips, and cocked her knee forward while she looked at him. She gave him a once over and then nodded, a different sort of look in her eyes. She put the scissors down and smiled at him in such a sweet way that Kakashi nearly wet his pants.

"Err, Anko? What are you doing, exactly?" He was backing up faster now, he was almost at the end of the dock.

"Kakashi, Kakashi, Kakashi. You wouldn't happen to have a certain porn book on you, now would you?" Anko still had that sickeningly sweet smile on her face and her voice was like honey. Kakashi was sweating and he looked worried.

"What do you mean Anko? You told me not to bring it." He'd reached the end of the dock and was wondering if he could make a run for it. If he screamed, someone would hear him.

"Don't even think about it, Hatake." She said and before he even got a moment to respond, she jumped on him.

"Anko!" He protested, trying to break free, alas, he could not.

"Kakashi, I believe you were just beat by a girl." They were both breathing heavily and Anko was using her whole weight to hold the man down, while she tied his hands and feet.

When she was done with that, she brought her face up and found that she was mere millimeters away from Kakashi's cloth covered mouth. Well that, and she was pressed against him in all the wrong ways, or all the right ones. She couldn't decide yet. All she knew was that her face felt like it was burning, and by god, she was hoping it wasn't the same shade of cherry apple red that Kakashi's currently was.

"Um, right." She got up and backed away from him, letting the cool breeze cool her face. She turned away from him and faced the horizon. "Kakashi, I am going to search you. If I find a porn book, I am dumping it into the lake. Is that clear?"

"Anko, come now, there's really no need for this kind of violence." He was using his pleading voice with her, and from the sound of it, he was desperate. Desperate, and hopping on his butt, trying to get away from her.

"Too late Hatake, besides, I warned you." And she reached over and started searching. It took three tries. Three tries of her hands reaching and probing into places they really shouldn't go. Three frustrating tries of awkward silence and red faces, before she finally found the book in his hair. "And this is why your hair needs to go."

She took the book and walked over towards the lake, where she ripped each page out, slowly, and one by one, she dropped it into the lake. Kakashi's look of mortification was priceless. "I warned you." She all but sang to him.

"Yeah." He grimaced, and looked constipated. "You warned me." Honestly, it was his fault. She had warned him she'd search him and if she found the book she'd kill it. But really, he never thought she'd go through with it. This was Anko after all. Anko had a hard time staying committed to anything or anyone. Kakashi just hoped this was a short thing that would end at the end of the week so he'd be free to live his life as he had before.

Anko grabbed the scissors from where she'd left them at the dock and headed back over to Kakashi, she noticed that he too was barefoot, his dingy sandals nowhere in sight. This made her smirk. When she reached him, she straddled him and leaned forward. "Alright Kakashi, are you ready to meet Mr. Scissors?"

"Do I have a choice?" He asked frowning.

"Nope. None at all." Her voice was chipper, like a bluebird. And as she started cutting away, Kakashi stared at her purpleish colored hair with a wonder. He'd never really noticed it before, but Anko took a lot of pride in her hair. It was shiny and it looked smooth. Kakashi felt an unfamiliar need to run his hands through it. He didn't, because, of course he was tied up, but the urge was there.

As Anko snipped away she noticed Kakshi's odd stare. He was looking right at her, yet not at her at all, as if he was looking over her shoulder. When she turned to look, she saw nothing there other than the sparkling blue lake, the blue, cloudless sky, and a bunch of bikini-clad girls laughing and splashing each other near the shore. Anko looked back towards Kakshi with a glare. There was this emotion building up inside of her, an emotion that she couldn't identify, and an emotion that, when she saw Kakashi's red face, intensified. She nearly chopped off all of his hair, but the rational side of her reasoned that she could get him back later. He was her project and if she ruined him people would mock her.

Later she'd go and burn his porn collection.

Yes, I am updating Not a Fairy Tale and if you aren't reading it, you should be!

Cherries out! :P