A/N: All is well for a Neji fangirl like me now, so I decided to give you another chapter of this story, though this story is completely unrelated to Neji. At this stage in the game, Anko and Kakashi have passing dislike for each other as that will fade, become something intensely opposite to that, and then eventually down to mutual respect. So here you go, and you also get the first and second of several guest appearances.

Chapter Two

Kakashi sighed as he stashed several of his magazines under his bed. Since reading the description of his new mission, he'd exhausted his brain trying to come up with a viable excuse for him to humbly refuse this task, but he'd come up with nothing that Sandaime wouldn't shoot down. So with much resignation, he began cleaning up his one-bedroom apartment to share with an agonizing, uncute teenage girl.

He groaned to himself. The other ANBU really didn't have to put up with this. It probably was his own fault for showing off too much as a kid. If he'd been a lowly chuunin like her at sixteen and a half, he wouldn't have gotten stuck with this assignment. The white-haired teen stretched, exhausted from spending every waking moment cleaning. The next two months with her would be hell.

True to form, at ten a.m. exactly, there was a knock on his door. Yawning to himself under his half-mask, Kakashi walked over to the door and pulled it open. Standing in front of him, bald and intimidating as ever, stood proud rookie ANBU member, Morino Ibiki, Anko standing several feet behind him, looking severely displeased. "Che, of all people they trapped you with her for the morning?" he folded his arms across his chest and forced back a laugh. "How did you possibly survive?" he questioned dryly.

"Not funny Hatake," he jabbed a finger at the shorter man's chest. "Anyway," he stepped aside, revealing the scowling girl. "She's all yours."

The two rooming teens exchanged a glare and then Kakashi stepped aside to allow her entrance.

Forcing herself not to look at him, Anko concentrated instead on maneuvering on her crutches without making a fool of herself. She managed to hobble inside while ignoring the smirk on the face of the silver-haired boy. Eventually she made it to what appeared to be the small apartment's only chair, a ratted blue couch and slumped down onto it. "So," she focused on her fingers. "What are we going to do today?"

"I don't care what you do," Kakashi walked over to his bed and jumped in. "As long as you don't wake me up."

"What?"

"You're not exactly a threat to run away. Even a great chuunin like you couldn't get away without making enough noise to wake the dead with that cast on your foot." He shrugged his shoulders. "Why waste a perfectly good time to catch up on sleep?"

As the older boy yawned and climbed in under his covers, Anko silently seethed. She was starting to think that being killed by the ANBU would've been a much brighter future. Oh well, it wasn't like that was totally out of the question. All she had to do was wring this little bastard's neck and she'd be well on her way to a swift, merciful death.

She fought her way back to her feet and stumbled over to his bed. As good of a ninja as he supposedly was, he hadn't heard her get up. For a few moments she just stood there, watching him, contemplating whether or not she should try beating him to death with one of her crutches.

Her homicidal ideas were put on hold for the moment when her stomach growled in hunger. Like the genius that she was, she'd decided to turn down the hospital food on the grounds that it was unrecognizable mush and her sensitive stomach would never be able to handle it. Crossing her fingers mentally, she hoped that the older ninja had something edible in his kitchen to pacify her.

She managed to get into the kitchen without breaking anything significant, though his coffee table leg was now sufficiently cracked. Sighing to herself she began opening every cupboard she could reach in her quest for food.

This was not her day. She was hungry, her cast itched and that bastard just had to put the food on the high shelves in his cupboards, making eating a nearly impossible task due to her injury and 5'2" frame. Anko slammed the doors shut in frustration, hoping to jar him awake, but she wasn't that blessed. He continued to sleep soundly, his soft breathing often punctuated by a fit of snoring which would die down after a few seconds.

Her homicidal rage returning for a few seconds, it took all she had to go over to the couch, sit down and ignore it. However, without her plans to kill Kakashi, it didn't take long for the boredom to set in. Kakashi's small apartment was conveniently bare of certain luxuries, most notably of them, a TV. The couch was positioned in front of a stand just tall enough to hold a television and she surmised that either his had been broken or he was still saving up for one.

However, without a television and pleasurable human company she couldn't control her dormant urges, most of them involving dismembering a certain sleeping silver-haired boy in various cruel and inhumane ways. Just before she actually got up to carry out those urges, fate intervened in the form of a knock on the door.

After the sixth knock she became painfully aware that either Kakashi was a really deep sleeper or just good at pretending. Resigning herself to her fate, Anko stood to her feet again, knowing in the back of her mind that this had to be murder on her broken leg and walked over to the door.

Just as she was about to open it a warning screamed in her mind and she took a cautious step to the side. Seconds later the door exploded off its hinges, crashing into the wall behind it. Enshrouded in the doorway was the silhouette of a man, his foot poised in a kicking position. The sunlight streamed behind him, obstructing any significant details of the man. "Eternal Rival! You have missed yet another one of our contests! I have concluded that only sickness or death would've kept you away from such a battle as ours and have brought chicken soup to aid with your wellbeing!" Not even bothered by the fact that he had destroyed Kakashi's front door, the ninja (she could only assume that he was, considering what he'd done to the poor door) stomped inside.

Even though it wasn't her place, she couldn't help but feel offended by his rudeness. "Who the hell are you?"

The man turned to face her and she could now see his features all the more clearly. He was probably about the same age as Kakashi, but he wore a bodysuit of the tackiest green, and all of his hair was gelled back in a bowl-cut. Once his eyes landed on her, his face broke into a wide smile, and she couldn't help but take a few unconscious hobbles backwards. "Maito Gai, it is a pleasure to meet you," he bowed halfway and then something seemed to dawn on him. Kakashi had missed his challenge and when he came to bring him the chicken soup of instant health he found a girl at his apartment.

Gai brushed past the girl, thoughts of impressing her long forgotten. He leapt up into the air and came down hard on Kakashi's sleeping body. However, before Gai could rant about how unethical it was to ignore one's obligation as a man to keep his promises to take advantage of a younger girl blinded by his popularity there was a popping sound beneath his feet and smoke billowed up towards his face.

When the smoke cleared Gai was standing on top of a dummy and Kakashi was perched on top of his head. "What are you doing here, bastard?"