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Thinking (+ flashbacks, "Mito speaking to Kurama in her mindscape," etc.)
Emphasis
Bijuu, etc. speaking
Bijuu, etc. thinking
Successfully dodging her watcher/guard, Mito joined Asuma and Kurenai at the bar and pulled a face when Asuma began instantly giving her crap about bringing a birthday present for Kakashi. She rolled her heterochromatic eyes, not caring too awfully much (although it was a little embarrassing: socially, she worried that she might look or be a little foolish) before passing the wrapped gift to the birthday boy with a little salute. Kakashi looked surprised - and rather suddenly alive, if she did say so herself - so Mito counted it as a win.
Plus, she was looking forward to seeing his face (or that sliver of it, rather,) when he saw what it was. He impolitely rushed through opening a bottle of something so that he could get to her present - which was clearly a book.
She sat down on a somewhat plushy barstool. Asuma had already ordered her a drink and it had better not be juice - and tried to keep smiling when Gai began introducing himself to her again. It was clear that he still didn't remember her.
Didn't he have a head injury in his file? Something like that? If Mito had time - and she definitely would - she'd have to go through his (and everyone else's) files. Perhaps if she sparred with him again he'd remember her? –People usually did after she beat the shit out of them or wrapped them up in her chains.
Gai had also begun crying which alarmed Mito a little although she remembered him doing this kind of thing when they were young. He seemed the same - other than having a LOT more muscles now. – Everywhere. Hello!
She could only make out a few of the words he was saying at a time, however. "Beautiful flower… so kind… Eternal Rival… Thoughtful… Lovely… Join us!"
"Ah, no thanks - but thank you very much for offering, Gai-san. I know that you and Kakashi-san are close and I don't want to intrude." Mito wondered if they were together. I guess that would show just how much opposites can attract.
Gai seemed saddened for all of a second or two but quickly bounded back to his friend while Kakashi opened his gift. It was all Mito could do to keep a straight face. He looked so disappointed when he saw the book's top jacket: The Revised Shinobi Handbook: Edition 4.
"Slip off the cover," she yelled over at him. She giggled and wondered if the man had just put some kind of genjutsu "ray of hope" over himself or if he could really be so happy as to light up like the sun when he saw what the book really was. "Happy birthday."
Kakashi gingerly cradled the not-to-be-released-until-tomorrow Icha-Icha YAOI that featured two hands that were clasped together on the jacket. He was so happy! Not only did he have the book before almost anyone else, but he hadn't had to pay for it!
The jacket - the book's real jacket - also showed the profiles of two rather good-looking people being whipped in a romantic wind (smudged out, in Kakashi's opinion,) and oooo: on the back of the cover, one of those same hands reached out for the other - but the second hand now held a kunai in it! "Nice." He opened the book to begin reading and found that the great author himself had signed it. –And Jiraiya-sama had added a personal note to him! "I will cherish this forever."
He glared at everyone that began laughing at him.
Mito got closer, eager to share her earlier observations. "I saw you lusting over that when you were in the hospital! Jiraiya told me how much you loved the series."
His steely-gray eye narrowed on her. "Yet you didn't allow me to read it when I was hurt," he pouted before taking a deep breath. "You pranked me," he sighed.
"I don't know WHAT you're talking about," Mito lied with a wave before returning to Asuma. Of course, I pranked you. How unobservant do you think I am to not notice you looking so desperately at me while reading it - or glaring at anyone who I let borrow my copy for a spell?! She'd even pranked him by getting Jiraiya to put off the book's opening date from September 15th to the 16th in Konoha, (to miss his birthday) but thought telling him that might get her stabbed.
People (especially ninjas) could get a little crazy over what they were passionate about.
"You changed your weird hair," Asuma said. He was paying attention now that Kurenai had excused herself for a few minutes. Mito was also wearing a little makeup and lip gloss which was… different.
"Do you like it? Kurenai-chan said that she thought I'd look good with 'long layers' - and we reasoned that as long as I didn't cut off any of the length, I'd be good! Anko agreed with her. I mean, it's totally okay to get the ends trimmed from time to time: just a little," she grinned, "and I like it! It's a lot lighter and looks healthier, ne?" Mito smiled down at it as she pulled some of her long hair forward. Her hair was so bouncy now!
"It's big." Asuma passed her a tall drink and a shot - the latter of which she tossed back like a pro. That was a tad worrying. He did the same, not thinking about whether or not he was being hypocritical.
"Thanks," Mito replied dryly about the 'big' comment. Her hair was always big unless it was tied back so that was kinda obvious. "What did I just drink?"
"Polar Bear."
She smacked her lips. "It's minty." The big cocktail that he'd passed over was more her style: dry and a little sour. She began moving in her seat to the music and glared at him when he gave her a look of disbelief for it. "Let me have some fun, Asuma."
Asuma eventually leaned over to whisper in her ear while tapping out some of his words in code on her arm, extra careful so that no one would detect what he wanted to communicate. "Have you started the mission I gave you? Do you even have time to help?"
Mito sank at the second question. "I've got loads of time on my hands." She signaled back "tomorrow." Yes, tomorrow she was having tea with Koharu-sama…
A really handsome but nervous civilian guy walked over and Asuma held his arm out, telling him that she had a bum leg. Perhaps he wasn't a nice person or something. On the other hand, Asuma could be acting as an overprotective bum, Mito figured. "Who is he? And why did you tell him that?" Her legs were fine; she'd obviously walked into the bar on them.
"Don't worry about it, Mito." He ignored the way she pouted at him. Mito was very pretty and totally inexperienced (she sure as fuck BETTER have not done anything in Water Country, he thought in aggravation) and he'd keep the vultures that were beginning to circle far away from her.
Mito looked around, feeling a little intimidated. "You're popular, eh, Asuma?" she asked quietly, never having realized it to this extent. She really needed to find a dark corner in which she could blend in.
He gave her a completely deadpan look. "Super popular."
Does she really think all these guys are closing in to see me? Oh, Mito… Thankfully, Kurenai's return saved him from being potentially poisoned by his kunoichi sister's almost unbelievable naivety. He half-listened to them discuss how Mito supposedly needed jewelry ("I guess I can maybe get some cheap stuff if it looks okay: do they make that kind of thing? I don't like to spend money on stuff like that, ya know.") since the "frugal" (cheap cheap cheap) kunoichi was wearing civilian clothes more often. He pulled out a cigarette. "What you need to do is cover your legs."
He immediately regretted his words when he saw Kurenai's Ice-Princess Glare and the way Mito looked so suddenly concerned. He couldn't believe that she'd be worried about her looks, of all things! Kurenai pulled Mito away and he groaned, pinching his tightly closed eyes and wishing he'd never come out tonight. He lit his smoke and eventually ordered another drink - which took a while since the bartenders were quickly becoming smitten with his beautiful secret girlfriend and sister. Baka Mito was biting her lower lip and looked way too innocent: like prey with those big eyes of hers. Fuck me. That just made his job harder and he'd sure as hell rather be watching Kurenai.
Eventually, he joined Kakashi, Gai, and Aoba since he was apparently a glutton for punishment. "Happy birthday."
After ordering a drink, Mito held her hand up over her lips as she asked Kurenai an important question.
"Kurenai-chan, can you tell me what you know about Hyuuga Hinata?"
"Thanks," Kakashi grunted at his one-time classmate, not looking up from his new book.
"So what did you get him this year, Gai?" Asuma had always liked Gai: not enough to train with him if he could help it too often but the man was cool. Just eccentric. His father was just the same.
"A year's worth of nutritional supplements I designed myself!"
Kakashi said something under his breath - undoubtedly something snarky - and before the two could go into their old married couple routine, Asuma asked about his Genin team. Gai rose up like a chatty sun, making everyone else at the table have to hide a grin. Kakashi looked up when he felt another familiar chakra signature entering the bar: one of his bosses was here. "Hmmm."
Nara Ensui had just entered the bar and oddly enough, he was alone and dressed in civilian clothes - nice but casual ones. Normally he's dragged out by his teammates, family, or subordinates. And he looks… like he's on the prowl?
At least something aside from the outstanding free book Kakashi was holding might come out of being dragged out tonight, he thought. He held his book up a little more to cover what he was focusing on as Gai carried on, in-depth, about his supposedly kawaii Genins.
Yugao then grabbed his attention when she hurried into the bar. Within minutes, she had pulled a flustered-looking Mito over with her when Aoba got up to probably hit on someone so that she could give him a wrapped box, too. Asuma had also left to undoubtedly chase Kurenai's skirt. Kakashi opened the present his kohai brought him - a set of nice kunais - as he turned more thoughtful, considering what he was silently observing.
Mito was stunning, alright, but the Nara ANBU boss didn't take his eyes off of her face or body as she was pulled or moved around. That was… interesting. He was fairly sure the single man wasn't looking at Yugao that way. Yugao had been involved with Hayate since before Kakashi really knew her. And he'd never known the man to stare at anything before this other than shogi and reports.
"Anko can't come," Yugao told her new friend.
"That's a relief," Kakashi breathed. Both women now at the table threw glares at him. He took a sip of his beer and shrugged his shoulders before pretending to return to his new book. It was very early in the story so he was able to do that - for now.
"Is she alright?" Mito asked worriedly.
"Yeah," Yugao said and then leaned over to whisper in Mito's ear. "Anko's uhh… found someone to have a… date with tonight?" Yugao really doubted that the two women were going out to dinner or something, though. Unless they were eating… Ahem.
"Ohhh," Mito said, getting that. That was good - but Mito missed her best friend. They'd hardly had any time to go out and do stuff or just get together. Hopefully, Anko could come with her tomorrow to have tea. "Okay. I… should probably go."
"No; stay," Yugao implored her. They'd only been out like this once before - on Mito's birthday - when Mito had teased her about their missions together (back in the Mist,) and… There weren't too many women their age in ANBU! It was nice to have someone that could relate to her whole situation. She looked up and offered a respectful bob of the head to their Vice Commander who had approached the table, as the others did as well. "Commander."
Ensui waved that off. "No need for titles here, hm?" He brought a drink to his lips and sipped from the glass as he surveyed the area. "I hope I'm not interrupting but I couldn't help but overhear that you were leaving, Mito-san?"
Asuma slid back into the booth, ignoring Mito's push to get away from her. He'd seen this old troublesome fuck's eyes all over Mito and she was not going ANYWHERE with him. He also figured that if Mito really meant to push him away, he'd have gone flying across the room and possibly half the village. He shared an incidental look with the Copy Ninja, who subtly nodded at him, looking like his dark, on-duty, dangerous self: that look told Asuma that he wasn't simply being overprotective about this. "I can walk you home."
The scarred side of Mito's upper lip curled up at him before she looked back and forth from him over to Kurenai who definitely looked like she would remain here. Before Yugao pulled her over, she and Kurenai had been talking to the bartenders and a younger gal from Encryption. "That's okay." She wasn't going to ruin his night. Mito was devoted to being a good wingman, not a cockblocker!
Mito had hooked her Loving Claws of Family into the wonderful Kurenai and she was hers! –Er, Asuma's!
"If you were leaving, can we discuss something first?" Ensui asked. He raised an eyebrow at Hatake when he sniffed the air toward him. This guy... He was serious!
Mito's eyes widened in hope. "Absolutely." She gave Asuma the stink eye and he finally moved. Fortunately, the commander led her to a back, corner booth and allowed her to sit with her back against the wall. "What can I do for you?"
Nara Ensui aka ANBU Deer aka What Lies In The Shadows
Konoha ANBU Vice-Commander
A user of genjutsu, shadow & various elemental jutsus; taijutsu master
A-rank
How I didn't realize who he was earlier tells me that I need to study up, Mito thought to herself.
"I was thinking about your situation, Mito; you really don't mind me calling you something so familiar?"
"No sir. I don't; I prefer it that way."
"Good, good. Then just call me Ensui, please."
Mito rested her chin on her hand. "That doesn't seem appropriate." It definitely wasn't appropriate.
"I don't see a problem with it as long as it's in informal settings." Ensui smiled at her and took another sip of his whiskey. "To keep up your strength or battle-readiness, I guess you'd say, you'll need sparring partners while inside the village. It's troublesome, but there are few outside ANBU that can take you on from what I hear." He closed his eyes and raised his fingers when she looked as if she'd refute his words, refusing to allow himself to smile again. He'd already discussed this issue with the Hokage. "You're welcome to train with us when your schedule permits. ANBU trains in shifts, 24/7. The training grounds are normally fairly quiet from 0200-0600, though."
"Ah," Mito said after several seconds. She was hoping for more. Beggars can't be choosers, Mito. She also disagreed, believing there were plenty of regular Jonins around that she could spar with - although perhaps they also trained there? "Thank you. I appreciate that. The last thing I want to do is lose my edge. I just wish I could do more."
Ensui nodded, liking that attitude a lot. "Why don't you tell me about yourself?" he asked conversationally before flagging down a waitress. They'd talked for a matter of minutes at the ramen stand but he'd like to know more! "Can we get another round, please? So! How long have you been back in the village, Mito?"
Mito smiled, knowing that he had to already know the answer to that.
An hour and a half later -
They'd been having a perfectly nice conversation for quite a while when Asuma came CRASHING into her side of the booth, drunk as a skunk. You're lying about being this drunk, Asuma! He did smell like booze, though. Mito playfully glared at him; it probably wasn't even POSSIBLE for Asuma to get this drunk this fast, was it? "What did you do?"
"Mi-chaaaaan," he whined, "I gotta talk to you. ALONE!"
You're making an ass out of yourself, dummy! Mito smiled apologetically at her vice commander. Nope: he's not in my chain of command anymore. Too bad, too: he's nice! Hopefully, his cousin (I think he said Shikaku, the Jonin Commander, is his first cousin) is as personable. Sort of. "Or maybe you're crushing my groove, idiot," she whispered to Asuma.
"MIIIII-TO"
Mito bit her quirking lips and patted Asuma's sleepy bearded face rather hard, unable to resist him being this hilarious. –Especially when she remembered him yelling at her exactly like that when they were kids (normally after she punched him or got a little carried away in experimenting on him.)
Something was either wrong or… Nah: he's acting. "I'm so sorry, Commander Nara -er, Ensui. -San," she and Asuma both noticed the way the ANBU's shoulders tightened at the little pause she'd made when she called him what he'd repeatedly asked her to call him. "I think I need to get this fool back home."
"Right. What a drag," Ensui sighed as he stood. "So. We'll see you on Wednesday after your shift at the hospital?"
"Hai!" As soon as he left and they couldn't sense his chakra signature nearby, Asuma sat up and slapped her, hard, in the back of the head. "OWW!" She whacked him back, sending him sailing through the air and into the building across from them.
"Worth it," Asuma muttered as he sank to the ground. It was even more worth it when Kurenai came running out to check on him. He had hit his head pretty hard.
Mito quickly apologized all over herself as she ran around and picked up the tables and booths she'd sent flying.
Asuma noted that when she did finally come out, Mito only looked amused (and as unapologetic as ever for manhandling him.) She strolled out with a sigh, offering to heal his downed ass. "'Manhandling:' hehe. Do you remember what we used to call you?" Mito straightened back up and crossed her arms and gave him this weird look she'd get when she both pouted and looked like she'd kill him. His mind was screaming danger but his mouth didn't care about his safety at all. "Man Buns. No, no. That wasn't it. 'Manly Mito-chan' or 'Manly-Manly-Mito,' That was it!"
A group of shinobis held Manly Mito back from sticking her stacked heel up her big brother's ass. Kakashi reluctantly agreed to walk her home - something she thought the need for was ridiculous. Mito thought that he might either be trying to avoid Gai or maybe make their temporary absence from one another grow even more fond? Who knows? Asuma and Kurenai's places were in the other direction and since she'd lightly injured Asuma, it looked like Kakashi got the short end of the stick tonight.
"I'm sorry you had to do this. Someone should be walking YOU home on your birthday, ya know," Mito said in embarrassment. "Or walking with you. Something like that! Like Gai, 'ttebane!"
"No! And, maa, it's fine. One can never be too careful." He glanced over at her at the same time she did him.
"You disappeared before we really talked about that old poison in your system. Did you get my brief on it?" Kakashi nodded. "If you want, when we get back to The Residence you can come in and I'll check you out. I've got privacy seals up."
Kakashi's eye curved upward as he looked at her, startling her a bit (and making Mito want to pull out a kunai for some reason. His mask was tight enough to prove that he wasn't really smiling at all; it was more like he was grimacing.) "Maa, Mito-chan. I appreciate the offer but I'm not looking for something like that."
"Well I am," Mito exclaimed, getting aggravated especially when he looked so - dare she characterize it - scandalized. "If your ass hadn't been in the hospital I wouldn't have found the… Sorry. It's your birthday. Just… come by sometime so I can run another scan on ya."
"Scan?" Kakashi asked.
"For the poison?"
"Ah," Kakashi said, blanching. He'd thought Mito was inviting him up for a rompy nightcap. Right upstairs from Minato-sensei: no thank you. "So what did the commander talk to you about?" Mito gave him a sly grin that made something heat up inside of him and drop further into his gut.
"My career aspirations mostly. He said I could come by the ANBU training grounds and work out or spar any time."
"Maa, you talked for longer than that, didn't you?"
"You were watching?" she teased, figuring that this was all Asuma. She shrugged before stretching as they strolled and gazed up at the stars. "So we did,"
Mito gave up with a big grin before walking closer and elbowing Kakashi in the side. He raised an eyebrow (and was thankful she didn't put any strength into it.) "Or maybe my plans for the future are so broad-ranging and far-reaching that it took a lot of time for us to discuss them."
"Do they?"
"Hell, no!" Mito started laughing, realizing she was a little tipsy. "Ahhhh - at least I don't think so? I also don't think Asuma realizes that I'm not quite the naif he views me as. …I could use friends - I need friends - in high places and elsewhere, really," she said to herself more than him. Especially if I'm going to rejoin ANBU.
Kakashi hummed and wished that there was enough light to read his new book as they continued walking. "That's good." Asuma had been stewing about Mito's obliviousness again before he barged into her conversation with the commander. What she revealed might mean, however, that Asuma had been right in thinking that Nara Ensui was interested in Mito in an unprofessional capacity. For his sensei's sanity, Kakashi figured that he'd have to watch that (when he didn't have anything else to do. That would be in the far-flung future as he had a new book to commit to memory.) "You and Asuma are close."
"I grew up with him. Well, more than half of the time. …This is my stop." She turned and looked at him once they reached the Tower, almost unintentionally looking for any injuries Kakashi might have before her mind realized a more interesting reason why she was standing there staring at him.
What did you have that I didn't, Hatake Kakashi?
My father was okay supervising you but not me, his own daughter, when we were little kids.
Oh well, it's not like it mattered at this point, Mito told herself: what was done was done and the only reason she was probably considering it again now (after wondering about it nearly every day when she was a little kid) was that Kakashi was here and she had been drinking. "Thanks for the walk home and conversation, Kakashi." She hopped up to her bedroom window. "Happy birthday."
"Thanks for the book."
Kakashi looked up at her window for a little too long. What was that look she gave me? –Those sparkly eyes and glossy lips… That intense focus on him like that had been a little chilling this time.
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Naruto worked his lips while he daydreamed in class. Although his sister had only "trained" him for a little over an hour yesterday - and that was mostly his fault, he could admit: he could sometimes be a little "inattentive," it had been… interesting. He hadn't thought of going backward through stupid chakra control exercises but was glad that she had: sort of.
Mito had tossed him straight into the river, telling him to get up and stand on it.
It hadn't worked too well but he had eventually been able to make his hands kinda cling to the top of the water. That had been a workout, trying to push himself up like that! And this morning, he'd made a bunch of leaves finally stick to his feet! Mito said that better chakra control made better jutsus, would let him last longer in a fight or mission, and would allow him to learn more techniques - and that THEN she would teach him some.
But she also said that he had to get the necessary chakra control down before she would do any of it. That was hardly fair! He was so ready to be the best ninja ever.
.
The next day, Mito gave her reflection a frustrated look in the hospital locker room mirror. She looked like a damn porcelain doll instead of a badass kunoichi. She could hardly move in her very traditional layers, kimono, and gigantic obi + more obis and it made her feel twitchy - although she wasn't sure she even had room or the flexibility to twitch. Weapons, her sealing brush and paper, a camera, a communications device, and some extra pre-made seals were lining her clothing but man: what a drag.
Homura had said that she could bring a friend, so Mito was bringing her tea ceremony-loving best friend: something that Anko was looking forward to but thought was "hilarious! They're going to freak out when they see me there."
No matter what Anko thought or maybe feared - if she feared anything - Mito would not put up with any disrespect shown to her best friend. She left the hospital sans combat boots but with geta sandals on (and pretty, polished toenails) instead, hate-hate-hating the sandals! How Jiriaya walked around in these things all the time was beyond her. "Yo, Anko! You look great! How's it…"
"HOW'S IT HANGIN' Mito-chan!"
Crap: Anko beat her to it. "It's tucked tight and taped down for extra security! Seriously! I am weighed down from all this crap I'm wearing." The two friends didn't realize that they were making a bit of a scene out on the main drag of Konoha.
"I hear that. But it's fun, ne? Hey, what did you do with your hair?" Anko asked, bouncing one of the big hair circles that almost seemed to be almost floating at the back of Mito's head.
Mito didn't find tea ceremonies much fun at all. But she'd share them for her friend's sake (and to hopefully find information one way or another about ROOT starting again: God forbid.) "I found chakra-conductive foam tubing in Uzushio and thought I could wrap my hair around it so today I looped it up and back. My clones made it look like a big butterfly before - but I was afraid that was too over the top. -Does it look okay, ya think?"
"At first I thought it sucked but… Yeah, actually it is. It's cool!" It was really cool - just also really different. But the way Mito's two-toned hair weaved around the various tubes that must be inside the circles was interesting, to say the least.
15 minutes later, Homura greeted both young women at a one-story, traditional home with a very elegant garden - although Mito noted the concerned shock on the old woman's face when she saw Anko. Mito grabbed her hand and introduced her as her very best friend. Tea ended up being pretty nice, although totally stuffy.
She had NO opportunity to make clones to investigate their home more: she felt like was being watched like a hawk - or that Anko was - although the couple was polite (and gave them butterscotch candies like they did when she was a little girl.) No intel meant that Mito had to go back and try again next week. She DID manage to plant a seal, placed with her chakra, underneath the table where they had tea but wondered how likely either Homura or Koharu would be to spill things about any nefarious crap they were up to there.
Mito and Anko relaxed at a dango stand a couple of hours later, discussing the whole thing. Anko had not particularly enjoyed herself but said she'd go with her again. Then she started telling her buddy where she was the night before and exactly what she'd been doing.
Mito became wistful.
"It was just a one-night thing but I can't wait for you to see this chick, Mito-chan: she is so hot!" Anko tried to figure out what Mito's latest expression was all about. "It's too late for you to get in my cute little pants but are you thinking of taking a walk on the wild side, too?" She wiggled her purple brows at her.
Mito rolled her eyes. "No, but I've seen some… I don't know," Mito sighed before chuckling and letting out another much larger sigh as she put her face between her fists. She needed to control herself and get real. So what if there were a lot of hot men in the village? Active-duty shinobi bodies were as sculpted as any could possibly be without being granite or something. "As if my father or Asuma - or that one," she continued, thrusting out her thumb toward the hidden Monkey ANBU guarding her - "would let me get any…"
What was she even saying? Did she want a one-night hookup? Not particularly (it was too nerve-wracking to really imagine and someone being that close to her would probably end up stabbed;) but she physically kind of needed it. What Mito had found herself thinking of lately was having a somewhat limited relationship (whatever that was in reality) with someone but that was just not going to happen. It couldn't happen: it was too dangerous. After all, she was a walking nuke as it was all by herself. No need to drag a man into it - and God forbid all of the harm that could come from an unplanned pregnancy.
She'd never forget Kurama attacking the village...
"Some of my issues are Asuma's fault. I mean, he's been after one girl slash woman: Kurenai-chan, his whole life!"
Yep: sticking with one partner - if Mito ever had one in some other universe - had been so drilled into her head and very being that it was hard to fight against. "And my parents were like that! And grandparents and… Shit." What a bummer: all of them fell in love with their partners as children, just like Asuma had. "Plus I spent my formative years with the monks, ya know."
Anko cocked her head as she polished off another dango: the last one, sadly. "I don't underst— Wait a minute! Girl! Do you even have a vibrator?" She winced and yelled when the ANBU following Mito around threw a rock at her head, successfully evading the hit by a hair. "Asshole!" She glared at him when he gave her the finger. That could NOT be professional ANBU behavior! –Then again, Mito had been ANBU, and sometimes she didn't act like it, either. "Let's go."
Mito got up and rubbed her dango-stuffed belly. She could barely feel it because of all the layers of fabric she was wearing. "Where do you wanna go?"
Anko grabbed poor, lonely Mito's shoulder and winked at the ANBU that had attacked her. "We're going to a sex shop!" She eventually sunshinned them to the red-light district.
Sarutobi Hideki, aka Monkey, freaked out and chased after them.