I know I might have posted this a little too early, but I was inspired today so I decided to post another chapter. Hope you enjoy! I don't own Naruto btw.

Me-Okay, Itachi, today we're going to make Kushi-dango.

Itachi-?? -/.\-'

Chapter 4- Dango and Questions

Anko woke that morning in an even better mood. She was very pleased with her conversation last night. She was hoping he would skip out so she could have the thrill of the chase, but figured Itachi as a man to his word. Perhaps she could get him to talk tonight. Heh, this will be fun, she thought. Anko went through the day as normal as any other boring day, saving cats from trees and the lot. She stopped by the market and bought the ingredients for dango and sweet bean soup (her favorite.)

Anko finally returned home and realized how messy her apartment really was. She placed her things on the counter and began her clean up. When she was satisfied with the less cluttered house, which wasn't exactly clean, she began to take out the ingredients for tonight. Hm, let's see. I have the rice flour, sugar, cornstarch, and some bamboo sticks, she thought as she shuffled through her small pile of dango ingredients. Perfect! At least I know we can have some dango tonight. Now do I have every thing for the soup? She then began shifting through the second paper bag. Um, lotus seeds, adzuki beans, brown sugar, and I'll need to dry these tangerine peels. She held up the tangerines and examined them before placing them on the counter as well. Well, I do have everything. She put her hands on her hips in satisfaction.

A few hours later...

Itachi stood at the entrance to her apartment and knocked three times. He glanced out the widow. A small shadowy movement caught his eye, but it was too late to check it out because Anko opened the door.

"Well, I guess you are a man to your word after all. Damn, and I was wanting to chase you down. Oh well," she said leaning on the threshold. "Hmm, It's almost exactly 6 o'clock. Interesting...well let's make dango." She opened the door as wide as it would go and let Itachi in. "Wash your hands before we start. I'm not eating if your dirty hands have touched the food," she said with a grin.

Anko began to work effortlessly as she put the rice flour into a bowl of warm water that, Itachi guessed, was pre-prepared. She began to knead the dough and create perfectly round dango balls. He watched her work and was impressed by her abilities...so far. "Here, lazy head, you can help me knead this dough, too," Anko said scooting the bowl closer to him. Itachi copied her movement with his Sharingan and was able to make a perfect dango ball. "Smart-ass," she grumbled.

"Smart-ass?" He said, " Well, that's an interesting way to put it." A was straight face plastered to his skin.

"You need to smile more often! Your face will stick that way," she said with an 'I've got an evil plan' grin. "And I know how to get you to smile." She stuck her hand in the bag of rice flour. Pulling out a nice hand full she chunked it at his face.

She missed his face, but Itachi didn't even bother to dodge. What a child. She doesn't even seem serious about my capture in any way, he thought as the powdery dust settled and he was able to examine the white patch on his shoulder. Itachi grabbed a towel from the small counter and silently wiped off the flour.

"You're no fun," Anko complained as Itachi set the towel back down on the counter.

"I'm rather surprised that you're not interrogating me," he said quietly.

"Oh, the interrogation is after we eat," she said with a deadly smile. Anko set the finished dumplings on the steamer. "Okay, we wait 10 minutes, so let's get started on the sauce," she grinned and began making the Kushi-dango sauce. Itachi decided to just stand back and watch, not wanting her to throw things at him again, and waited for her to finish. When it was done she set it to the side and began on the sweet bean soup. Again Itachi watched wondering if this really was a diner or if it was just sweet night at her house. Anko gestured over to the small table across from the kitchen and Itachi obediently sat down.

"I'm just finishing up," she said as he glanced over to see her pour sauce over the shish co bobbed dango. She brought over the plates and food to the low table. After placing down the food she went and got some tea and cups. The food looks like it was taken from a cookbook, Itachi thought. Apparently she was rambling on about something because she seemed to finish a long story when she said, "And, I assure you, the tea is freshly made. Not left out all night and day. Yuck!" She stuck out her tongue remembering the taste of the awfully bitter tea. The two began eating in silence, and to Itachi's surprise the food tasted as good as it looked.

After a while Anko broke the silence, "Let the interrogation begin." She looked over to Itachi and sat up. "My questions will be simple. Be as honest as you can," she said clearing her throat. "What is your favorite color?"

Itachi looked at her. Some interrogation this is going to be, he thought. "Why do you ask?" He said in a polite manner, trying to hide the skepticism in his voice.

"Hey, hey, this is my interrogation. I'm allowed to ask whatever question I want," she said leaning over the table with her eyebrow raised.

Itachi let out a small sigh, "I suppose crimson or some other deep red color."

"Interesting. Now, do have a favorite food?" She grinned resting her chin on her hand that was propped on the table.

"No, not really," he said quietly.

"Alrighty then. When is your birthday?" She asked now disappointed that he didn't have a favorite food.

"June 9th," he said. Well it could be worse, he assured himself.

"Hmm. I suppose that's all for today," she said as she picked up her empty plate and bowl. "Tomorrow we'll start some real interrogation questions. Tonight I was just seeing if you would answer truthfully," she said with a wide smile.

"Am I to meet you here at the same time then?" Itachi asked.

"Yep, and don't be late," she warned. "I will be asking questions as soon as you get here. And don't forget that if you lie to me the ANBU will have fun torturing the truth from you." This time her foxish grin was more intimidation than friendliness.

"Yes, ma'am," he replied as he walked out the door.

Itachi slunk into the darkness as soon as he was out of the apartment building and quietly climbed up to the top of the roof, digging his elongated nails into the sides of the building. From there he looked apon his old home. He quickly leaped efforlessly from one roof to the next, taking a different route to the inn. Itachi made sure the precaution was made to avoid Orochimaru. The inn was now in sight and he began to climb down the side of the building he was on a few blocks from the inn. He made his appearance less noticeable by walking faster, but nobody was going to bother to look at some guy in a black cloak, so he was just disregarded and they continued what they were doing. Itachi walked into the inn with a small glance from the owner who was smoking a cigarette and reading a dirty book (Icha Icha Paradise.) He finally came to his room and unlocked the door. He walked without fault through the complete darkness. He changed clothes and lied in the bed. Before he knew it he was fast asleep, but instead of his usual nightmare, the image of Anko floated in and out of his dreams.

Thanks for reading! And I also found out why the last few sentences were italiced and I didn't know. My computer's a butt head and appently likes to put things in italics, but it is my fault for not looking over it, so sorry if you were confused. It's fixed now so don't worry.

-Itachirawks777