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By Amaryllis Namikaze

Chapter 14

Kori couldn't stop staring. She was a naturally curious child, after all. In front of her stood Aunt Anko, explaining about the usage of poisons and weapons in torture and interrogation.

They were both in the back yard of Anko's house – where the tiny blonde would spend the next three days, since Daddy was away doing a mission. Kori supposed that her Daddy was pretty desperate at the time, because he never left her alone with Aunt Anko and Uncle Gai – or, after discovering that she met Jiraya, with him too. Daddy said that the three of them were strange people that she should never ever base her personality.

Kori found it funny – even though months had passed since she met Jiraya.

"Aunt Anko?" She interrupted her 'aunt' with a sweet voice, knowing that the purple-haired woman was quite the crazy person. Well, she was explaining about torture to a four-year-old.

"Yeah, gaki?" For some unknown reason, Kori didn't mind when Aunt Anko called her brat or gaki, it was sort of a nickname.

"What is a pervert?" Said question had been in Kori's head for months, even before she had met Jiraya and called him this. Anko grinned devilishly and Kori almost took a step back.

"I think that these three days will be good ones, brat," Aunt Anko decided. Kori gulped; her Momo hand-in-hand with her, thinking about how she came to this…

"Daddy?" asked a sleepy Kori, rubbing her right eye with her free hand and Momo being held in the other. Kakashi was moving around his room, putting items in a brown bag – his missions' bag.

"Kori?" He stopped for a moment, looking at the image of his daughter dressed in warm blue pajamas and her typical polar bear night cap for cold nights. "What are you doing awake, sweetie? It's cold; you should go back to bed."

"Are you leaving?" She questioned in a sad voice and Kakashi's both visible eyes softened.

"The Sandaime sent a message to me telling about an emergency mission tomorrow morning. So, I need to organize some things now, since I won't have time to do this later."

"I don't want you to go," Kori's blue eyes pleaded. Kakashi lifted her up, sitting her in his hip. He tenderly kissed her forehead.

"I'll come back before you know, 'kay?"

The small blonde nodded in a sad way, "'kay."

"Good girl, now, to bed," Kakashi scolded. She smiled a little and jumped onto his bed, already making herself comfy. He suppressed a laugh and kissed her forehead in good night.

Next morning, a sleeping Kori was clutching Momo with her orange bag in her back and being carried by Kakashi to Anko's house. You know what they say: desperate times call for desperate measures.

'Daddy must have been really desperate', concluded Kori after a fifth thought, eyeing oddly the, well, supposedly food that Aunt Anko had cooked. She poked it with her fork – Daddy made her eat with spoons, but not Aunt Anko, oh no, she happily gave a fork to the four-year-old, all the while finishing her story about the man she tortured last week.

Kori's head tilted to the side. The food – or thing – was light yellow, with honey and syrup on top. Strawberries – that was easy to know because Aunt Anko had bought, and not made – were forming a happy face atop of the thing/food.

Kori analyzied it again and decided that it probably was pancakes. Though her Daddy's, Aunt Yuugao's or Aunt Kurenai's never were this weird, or big, or burned, or abnormal. Yeah, it was the thing.

The blonde shrugged, seeing that since Aunt Anko was hungrily munching her food, it probably wasn't poisonous – and Kori never denied food, remember worst times where there wasn't almost any. She poked the food/thing once again and tried it. Her eyes widened and Anko laughed at her expression.

"Good, huh, brat? It's not nearly as beautiful as Kurenai, of course, but it is eatable and that's enough," the purple-haired Jounin commented, putting more chocolate syrup on her plate.

Kori nodded, her mouth full of pancakes, her cheeks cutely stuffed with the food – it was actually more than eatable, it was the best pancakes she had ever eaten, not even Daddy could cook eat so godly.

Momo sat perfectly still on the chair by her side, smiling at her with black button eyes. Kori patted him and observed Aunt Anko once again. While she was absolutely crazy, always talked about dango or torture, and had pretty much lost her good sense, Aunt Anko was fun, and a good cooker, and a good teacher – Kori had, after all, learnt a lot of thing about poisons.

Three days later, when Kakashi came back, Kori jumped at him and hugged his waist – where she was finally starting to reach on tip toes. He smiled and kissed her blond hair.

"Did you have fun?" He asked, briefly waving at Anko.

"Yes," she nodded contently. "Aunt Anko cooked me pancakes, and we had fun together."

"Did you play a lot of games?" He asked, sitting her on his hip as they started to walk towards their apartment.

"Uh-huh. We played 'Kill the Iwa nin', 'Choose your poison' and 'Kunai through the pervert prince's heart'," Kori listed with a big smile, not noticing how her Daddy face was changing to fury.

Kakashi was going to kill Anko!

"Hey, Daddy?" Kori started with a happy voice, cuddling Momo closer.

"Yes, sweetie?" If she was going to comment about Anko's craziness any more, Kakashi would kill the purple-haired woman slowly. What had she been thinking when she teach Kori those things?

"Is Jiraya a pervert? Because Aunt Anko told me that perverts like women's boobs and have nosebleeds when watching pretty women naked."

Kakashi fought to keep a straight face, "Yeah, he is. Now, never talk about it again, okay? Not until you're twenty five." 'Or hopefully more,' he added in mind.

Kori blinked owlishly, "But why? Aunt Anko told me that when boys like girls they kiss, and hug, and cuddle, and have sex."

Kakashi almost choked on thin air in the last word. He was really starting to hate 'Aunt Anko told me…'. His face was red on rage, but his innocent, cute, little daughter couldn't see, because she was sitting on his hip and, thus, below his jaw.

"Forget what Aunt Anko told you, angel."

"But she...-"

"Forget," he told her firmly and she pouted, knowing when not to argue. "And about boys liking girls, forget about that too. You can't date boys until you're twenty," 'And just holding hands.' His baby would stay innocent forever.

"Hai, Daddy," she obediently agreed. Her face lifted up after a thought, "Daddy?"

'Please, please, not more "Aunt Anko told me"…', he pleaded inwardly, "Yes, sweetie?"

"Can I be a ninja? Aunt Anko told me," 'Arghhhh!", he thought, forcing himself to pay attention to Kori's talking. "Some stories about her torture and interrogation work, and it appear to be cool."

'Anko, what have you been telling my daughter?!' Kakashi was absolutely fuming. However, Kori hadn't finished.

"And she also told me that ninjas protect Konoha and their precious person. I would like to be a ninja, so I can protect you, Sandaime-jiji, all of my Aunties and Uncles and Jiraya-ero."

Kakashi's visible eyebrow shot up. 'Maybe you did teach her something decent, Anko, even though I'd prefer her far away from the shinobi's life…', the Jounin conceded.

"So, can I, Daddy, please?"

"We'll see."

"Pleasie?" Kori had learnt about the puppy eyes with Jiraya one month ago, since then, she has been using it always. The worse was that Kakashi always fell for it. His friends thought it was funny.

"Alright."

"Yay!"

"But stay away from boys."

"Hai, Daddy."

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"Daddy, what it's sex?"

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