A great deal of coughing, complaining, salivating, and weird faces from Aoi's later...
"Who kills them self eating dango?!"
"I do."
"Shut up! How did you do that, anyway? Did you try to swallow the thing without chewing?"
Aoi, annoyingly, followed Anko's first order and stayed silent. She looked at anything around her, except Anko. Because no one who almost kills them self by accident readily admits to it. Or at least, that was what Anko suspected.
"Aaauugh! You are the most annoying thing ever!"
"Does that mean I'm the best at something?"
"No!"
"Awww..."
Anko crossed her arms in frustration and closed her eyes in contemplation. This kid was so annoying... She looked over at Aoi, who had been quiet for too long. Quiet from Aoi was more suspicious than quiet from a 2 year old.
Aoi sat, her face all scrunched up and down turned. She was crying.
"What now?" Anko snapped. She immediately regretted it. Aoi began to wail loudly. Anko was surprised her ear drums survived long enough to register the sound. Maybe this is some new decibel level. Perhaps all the local birds had just fainted, and were dropping to the ground like flies. A scientist from the sound village could write their thesis on this racket.
"Uwahhh! I just wanteded to get a purethent for An-than, but Ith wath poithoned! Uwahhh!" The girl tried to keep talking, but she was crying too hard.
"C-calm down! What do you mean poisoned?" Had Anko over looked the signs of poisoning? She hadn't noticed her go pale, and she was clearly responsive. By now, all she looked like was a crying child, and any signs of poisoning had been erased by the tears and the flushed face that came with it. Oh, poisoned, my butt. She just chocked on it!
"If you're really sorry, then stop crying!" The noise was awful! Please, just stop!
Aoi, unfortunately, cried harder. Anko raised her hand to hit her, but stopped. I just can't do it... She may be ungodly annoying, but she's a kid. Think, Anko. How do you get a kid to stop crying? Of every emotions class she had sat through, why wasn't something as basic as this covered? I mean, what if a kid was crying and that made a mission fail? Shouldn't she have been better prepared for this? Not everything is solved through brute force, no matter how much she wished it was. Especially right then and there.
Anko flashed back to a festival last summer. A little boy had bought his mother a pinwheel, but had tripped and broken it before he gave it to her. Just like the current situation, the decible level increased, though not nearly as much. She smiled anyway, fixed the pinwheel as best she could, and told her son how much she liked it. The boy then calmed down. So that's what Anko should do? Fix the broken present and show her everything was okay? Well, it was worth a shot.
Am I really going to do this? Anko thought, as she picked the stick of dango up off the ground. Since Anko was a ninja, she had built up a bit of resistance to poison, though she was still more convinced that Aoi had just choked herself. Still, the possibility remained.
"Aoi, Aoi." Anko calmly tried to get the girl's attention. "Th~... there, there. It's okay, see?" She patted her on the shoulder. "Aoi? Aoi! Look at me!" The tear streaked face looked over at Anko just in time to see the young ninja bite a dumpling off of the stick.
"Mmmm... nummy! Shee? Isht noth poithoned." Anko said with a mouth full of dango with a light dusting of dirt. She smiled as best she could and ignored the grit and sand between her teeth. Please work, please work, please work!
Aoi wiped her eyes and nose onto her bare arm. Ew. No, keep a straight face, Anko. You are a ninja. You can do this.
Aoi took a second to register what she was seeing. Once she figured it out, sparkles returned to her blue eyes.
"An-chan! That's so cool!"
"Huh?"
"You're eating sugar! And you're still okay!"
Wait, what?
"I almost died, but you're still fine! You must be magic or something!"
W-what had she said? Sugar?
"You mean to say... the 'poison'... was sugar?"
"Yeah, it's real gross! It tastes worse than anything in the whole wide world!"
Anko proceeded to throw the dango skewer with the remaining dumpling, a few handy rocks, and every shurikan and kunai she had on her at Aoi.
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Author's apology: I'm sorry. Anko gets a tiny bit Ooc here, but there wasn't any other way to progress the story (well, no way without having a "misunderstanding" floating around for 500 chapters *cough*Inuyasha*cough*).
But, as Anko says, she's a ninja, she can do this! Well, as I have made Anko say... but anyway. Being able to control your emotions is part of being a ninja. I think. Or something.