That's it
Note: Happy Birthday Anko, this is for you!
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Naruto.
Mitarashi Anko sighed as Shiranui Genma left, grinning happily. A set of kunai, each engraved with her name. Now, the comrades of those she killed who know who to go to to exact vengeance. Brilliant birthday present, isn't it?
Sighing, Anko looked at her various presents. Flowers, chocolate, a whip (from Ebisu, the pervert), a bottle of sake, a toad shaped purse (from the fox kid), and other assorted items that were either too dull or perverted to mention.
Just then, the door burst open and Anko nearly jumped out of her desk.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANKO-SAN!" exclaimed the infamous Aoba, smiling as he set a neatly wrapped gift on Anko's desk. Aoba waved and left as fast as he had entered. Anko stared at the package, and tentatively opened it. Inside was… A stuffed puppy?
"What the hell…?" mumbled Anko, pushing it to the side of her desk. It stayed, for a moment, before it fell to the floor. Surprisingly, it hit the ground with a heavy thud. Curious, Anko picked up the puppy and noted it was comfortably heavy. Now, the Tokubetsu Jonin was VERY curiously, so she closely inspected the puppy. It was a…
Anko stared as she opened the zipper and turned the puppy over, and out fell weapons of various kinds, even a few small scrolls. After a few seconds, the puppy was empty. Anko pulled out the note taped to the bottom.
'Happy Birthday Anko-san! I made this for you! It's a puppy-pouch. I'm going to start selling them, most likely to younger kunochi, but it's quite useful. You can pretend to be a weak girl holding her favorite toy one minute, the next you unleash a barrage of weapons! Anyway, sorry for missing your birthday last year, and Shizune-chan would say hi, but she's throwing up. Morning sickness, or something… Anyway, happy birthday!'
Well… That was odd. After putting the weapons back inside the puppy-pouch, Anko leaned back in her desk. Iruka got married and she of all people was given his job while he was on his two weeks off. So it was HER desk for four more days, then she was back to good old violence, gore, and causing pain!
As Anko entertained herself with thoughts of violence, the door to her office opened. Anko raised an eyebrow. Morino Ibiki huh? Well, wonder what he wanted…
"What's up, Ibi-chan." said Anko, grinning at the twitching eye on the torture specialist's face.
"Don't call me that." said Ibiki sternly. He walked over to the desk and handed Anko an envelope.
'Another gift certificate?' wondered Anko. She opened the envelope, and there was a completely blank piece of paper that read: 'Happy Birthday.' That was it. Anko laughed. "What, is this it? Is this ALL you could get me?"
"That's it." said Ibiki dryly. Anko laughed and stood up, setting the card down and walking over to her fellow Shinobi.
"Well, then you're just going to have to treat me to sake then, aren't ya Ibi-chan?" asked Anko, grabbing Ibiki's arm and pulling him out of the office.
Ibiki sighed as Anko stopped to put on her coat.
'I'll let her get away with calling me that, but only today…' thought Ibiki darkly. Anko burst into giggles. 'Is she ALREADY drunk?'
"Let's go back to my place instead! I've got sake there, and I maybe I'll let you try that whip I got out on me…"
Ibiki simply shook his head and turned off the lights, before following Anko.
End