CHAPTER TWO - - The Unhappy Couple

A long while after the talk to Iruka about hope for Kakashi's safe return the Copy Ninja did finally return home. A long, long, long while after the talk, in fact about fifteen hours after to be exact. And, although he was safe in the way that he wasn't injured, he was drunk, completely and utterly intoxicated.

As he stumbled through the door he managed to knock over a coat-stand, almost slip up on a newspaper that hadn't been noticed by Anko when it had been delivered and nearly crush poor Neko.
"Oi." He grunted drunkenly at the unfortunate feline. "Watch where you're going stupid cat." To which the animal replied with a loud hiss, which he soon followed up by running halfway up the stairs to stand in a defensive position, his tail wagging wildly. Kakashi snorted in amusement at the creature and looked around. "Anko? You 'ere?" he asked, there was a slight slur to his usual voice. After another brief moment he shouted again. "Hey! Anko!"

Almost as soon as Kakashi uttered the last syllable of her name Anko appeared at the top of the stairs. Once again in her navy dressing gown, the carefully chosen lights illuminating the silken fabric in a subtle yet seductive manner. "Yes, I'm here." She replied softly, a gentle purr in her voice, as she descended the staircase, elegantly stepping over the infuriated Neko on her way down. Once she got closer to him it was obvious what she was wearing under the gown, or rather what she wasn't wearing.

All that was between her and the silk robe was a tight black corset that her large breasts seemed to be struggling to free themselves from with every step she took. And all that covered her long, smooth legs was a pair of fishnet stockings. She leant against the wall and smiled the smile of the sirens. "Did you miss me?" Anko asked in a deeply alluring voice. Altogether it was a scene that would have most men drooling down their shirts.

However it did not seem to be having such an effect on the one man she was trying to impress.
"Yeah. I guess." Kakashi shrugged, not really having thought about her for the duration of the trip. After all he'd only been gone a couple of days. But those three little words had a massive affect on Anko's train of thought, throwing her off a little bit and leaving her lost for a brief moment before she regained her poise.
"I'm sure you did." She smirked confidently as she took the final couple of steps towards him. She propped herself up on her toes and tenderly kissed his mask-covered cheek as one of her hands slid under his jacket and the other gently fingered the top of the mask.

Kakashi pulled away and walked off towards the kitchen, towards more alcohol. The lack of interest in a woman that would make even the most stoic of men weak at the knees and cause blood to rush so quickly to places that they'd have a stroke, was unnatural. There wasn't even the tiniest flicker of interest in his showing eye, not straying down to check out just how close to falling out Anko's breasts were, not a single sly slip of the hand onto her exposed, tight buttocks. The Copy Ninja didn't even seem to register that Anko was infact female at all, let alone the outstanding example of one she was.

Once again Anko found her self esteem taking a violent knock. She'd tried to hard to make Kakashi's welcome home perfect and sexy, breathtakingly sensual and pleasurable. But he was shunning her at every chance. It wasn't the whirlwind romance and toe-curling sex it had once been. She sighed and dropped down onto the bottom step of the stairs, her head in her hands. Under her perfect hair and perfect make up tears were starting to well up. What was she doing wrong…?