Dear Senpai, Remember Me?
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(Session #1: A visit out of the blue)
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It was late; 2am, and the doorbell was ringing.
It annoyed Kakashi to hell.
Being the literature teacher and the Sophomore director of Konoha high was, literally, no easy deal.
In fact, he'd finally finished grading that stack of papers, and felt like 'sleep' and 'death' itself.
Now who could that be at this hour.
"Who is this? "
Thinking angrily, if it was that irksome guy from next doors with a pot belly that came looking around for his wife again… he stormed towards the front door.
Jesus Christ, just because the woman had said aloud once that she'd rather marry 'him' than the old boozed up geez she had for a husband…
But when he opened the door, it wasn't 'anyone' he had expected.
"Kakashi senpai, remember me?! "
And without warning, a breathless young woman fell into his arms… literally.
Being the man that he was, he couldn't just… drop her on the floor.
"W…Who, what the!! You're heavy, woman!!"
Maybe not 'entirely' the gentleman.
"It's me!! Anko!! "
"Dango? "
"Anko!! "
"Holy…"
Feeling aghast; if anyone saw this…
He quickly 'carried' her inside, slamming the door hurriedly, and with a tad bit more menace than he had meant to show.
As he set her down and she went bouncing off to the direction of his living room couch…
Why was she back all of a sudden?
It was she who left him without a word seven years ago…so why return?
Seven years, jesus. No wonder he didn't recognize her at first.
Anko. Right.
"That's not really a nice greeting isn't it? 'You're heavy?' Senpai, that could be 'real' cutting to a girl's heart! "
"…and jumping into the arms of a guy you haven't met for seven years is nice greeting? "
She ignored that.
"Am I really heavy? "
"Yes. "
"Really?! "
"…No. "
She grinned.
"I missed you!... by the way, nice flat! Live here alone? "
"…why are you here? "
Anko leaned back into the cushions, not bothering if her open legs might 'flash' her underwear at anyone standing in front of her.
In fact, Kakashi did not mind, but.
"Let's just say… I'm in a tight spot. "
"…you didn't kill anyone, did you? "
"Bad joke, senpai, bad joke. "
Kakashi sighed audibly, while she continued to beam at him.
"…never mind about why you're here, I'll go get… some beer or whatever. "
"Sure! I'm achin' for a beer. "
He proceeded to the kitchen, feeling slightly shook up.
As his hands prepared the beer tray, businesslike, he frowned.
With Anko…there were so many… unsaid things, stuff that should have had an ending, but didn't. Besides, he was young then.
He wasn't even sure what his relationship was with her anymore.
'…nevermind. '
He walked back to the living room, the tray balanced on his right hand.
Anko was studying a collage a couple of girl students made for him after they graduated.
It was mostly filled with ghastly comments like; "We'll miss you forever, you're my fave teacher!! ", and also, "If I can make a confession… I 'love' you sensei!! I've graduated; we're both adults now aren't we?! squeal or "You're my dream husband! "
'I rest my case.'
Kakashi dubiously looked over at the ever energetic Anko, who was peering into the collage with a grin, a sparkle in her eyes. She looked up at him standing slightly awkwardly with the beer, and gestured for him to sit down next to her.
She pounced on him with a question as soon he was on the couch.
"So you're a teacher now. Hmm, your students seem to like you? "
Kakashi frowned, cocking his head to one side. He set down the tray and took up a beer, taking a sip.
"What exactly are you implying? "
"Um, rephrase. Your 'female' students seem to 'love' you? "
He almost choked on his beer.
Kakashi decided to ignore that comment, and pointedly put the collage out of sight…no, actually whipped it behind the couch cushion, while Anko smiled knowingly.
"Aw how sweet, it's not anything to be shamed of! By any rights, you should be damn happy that your students love you… well, even if it seems to be forbidden lov…"
"Enough. "
Kakashi felt that he'd been a bit too terse, and quickly swigged his beer nonchalantly, forcing himself to stay composed…
…Anko was not helping.
"Aw, you've gone red! Wow, is this possible? 'The' Hatake Kakashi actually blushed? I'm amazed! "
Kakashi looked down at Anko, narrowing his eyes sheepishly. She smiled widely, a somehow serene look to her face.
"You've changed, senpai… that's a good thing, don't get me wrong. I'm so glad you got over… that incident. "
He stood up abruptly, his eyes determinedly facing forward. He crushed the beer can with his hand, his back to her.
She spoke up quietly.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry... I shouldn't... have said anything. "
He could sense Anko looking down at the floor, fiddling her hands.
Because he 'knew' her every habits.
Because she was one of the very few people that really 'knew' him.
He sighed.
"…no. I have gotten over it. 'I'm' sorry… I shouldn't have been so a… mm?! "
Her arms were already locked around his neck, her heels pushed up by her toes to reach his height. Her soft sensuous lips were on his, her body's curves fitting completely into his form.
He hadn't still quite gotten over his, "what-the-fuck" moment, but he submitted to her quite effortlessly.
He had, indeed, missed her. It seems.
After about a minute had passed, or thirty (who knew?), she finally pulled away from his grip; amidst all the kissing, his hands had somehow found its way around her.
She grinned into his unsmiling face and exclaimed with elation.
"…oh god, I've almost forgotten how good it was to kiss you!! "
"…you…could have given me a warning!! Damn you Anko! "
"Oh? But you liked it. "
She was right, he knew.
And that was what riled him; he didn't want anyone to know him so well… it was easier to just make up an identity, to wear a fucking mask…
It was easier.
"Or could it be… it's been a while since you had a woman kiss you? Come on, I know you to be a womanizer… tell me!! You've got anyone steady? Is she living in your house? Oh god, are you married?! Have I just committed ….?! "
Kakashi's response:
"Yes. "
Anko's response:
"What?! "
"No, I'm joking. I haven't got a steady, not now. "
Anko jokingly stared into his eyes suspiciously, her hands stroking his ridiculously premature silver hair. Sticking up all over in spikes, as usual.
"You could be lying… You can't have stayed single all these years. "
"I haven't. I did meet a few, here and there… but not anymore. Search the house if you feel up to it. "
She rose to the occasion immediately.
"Ooh great! Time to look at your boxer collection! Do you still have the one with the ducks on that I bought for you on Christmas?? You know, indigo? Or have you thrown it away? Are you wearing it? "
He exclaimed in disbelief as her hand found his zipper.
He managed to stop her, but only half-heartedly.
"Jesus Christ, Anko… yes, 'now' I remember you perfectly. And no, you may not search my drawers for my… my boxers!! "
"Oh, so you don't have the duck one anymore? "
He hesitated, then resignedly answered:
"No. Not anymore. "
Anko loosened her arms that were still entangled around his neck. Her voice dropped a key.
"…did you burn all the memories away, senpai? Thrown away all your past? Do the dreams still come to you at night? You used to be an insomniac… haunted by …do you still see Ob…"
"…stop. "
They were silent for a moment, lock in the time and space of their past, reminiscing.
When she looked up again, her face was offering yet another smile, only slightly tainted with her determinedly cheerful but hoarse voice.
"I know how you are Kakashi senpai… and… I think I'm okay with it. I think I understand… "
Kakashi had not much to offer her but another stony face, but he had already surrendered to whatever she was suggesting him.
She suddenly jumped into her feisty mood.
"…really, no one? You're single? "
"I'm positive I'm single. "
Anko laughed out loud.
"How sad… really, such a waste of great physical features. Pure waste. Do you care for another relationship though? Anything? "
He rolled his eyes at her, already sensing where this was going.
And he thought he'd get some sleep tonight.
"I might. If the bidding's high enough. "
"Am I enough for your expectations? "
She was starting another jest, but he was just too tired to compete with her crazy wit.
So he resorted to grabbing her up and steady on his left shoulder without a word and marching straight off to his bedroom.
Anko was pleasantly surprised, but yelled out incredulously.
"Oh hey wait!! Senpai!! No foreplay? "
He replied:
"Look, I had to grade 300 papers today, half of which written by adolescents that couldn't tell Kafka from R.L.Stine, god forbid, and I happen to be tired. No, actually I'm fucked up, my brain's ceased to function. Plus I had a beer, which tends to make me a tad edgy. If you dig foreplay, you should have gone to someone else. Per se."
"...hm. Point taken, scary teacher. Tough being a teacher. "
"Precisely. "
As he dropped her softly on to his bed and started taking off his shirt, Anko commented with her eyes closed, her hands starting with the zippers on the side of her skirt.
"Y'know? If I was your student, I would've fallen straight in love you, too, just like all that girls on the collage. Forbidden love, why not? "
"…you seem to be in a jokey mood. "
He was baring his bare torso by this time, and starting on his pants. She was nude by then…. Fast, as always.
"No, no, I'm being completely serious! "
"Right. I believe this modest decent woman who's flashing me at the moment, most indecentl…"
"Oh god, you're learning to joke senpai? Unbelievable…"
Irked, Kakashi suddenly threw his pants at her, making her laugh all the more.
By the time Anko had untangled herself of the fabric, the light was off.
"Hey! … wait a second, I think I saw…"
"Nevermind. "
"Nope, not nevermind! 'Never' never mind! "
Anko deftly clicked on the lights again.
When she saw what she wanted to see, she secretly kept the smile to her face.
"…I, just wanted to see your face. Once more, before…"
She clicked the lights off, and smiled.
Kakashi reached for her and gently pushed her into his bed.
Her left arm wound around him, Anko affectionately kissed him, her right hand playfully snapping the elastic on the pair of boxers he wore…
Seven ducks were playing around in the background of the indigo fabric.
(bloodiedsug's words on DS-
I … 'might' continue this. I don't know.
If it seems too boring, I'll take it off no sweat.
Anko's a bit jokey in this story… is that annoying?
But I do love this couple, more than any kakasaku stories I've read, though I've read a lot of good ones.
Oh… by the way. First lemon I'd be writing;
Bear with me. )