Chapter 2: Seeking Professional Advice

I don't own Naruto, okay? Get over it.

Well. This sucks.

I went to the doctor today. I thought that if I'm going to die, I might as well know what I'm going to die from. So, I went to the doctor this morning. I explained the symptoms, and that old geezer just raised an eyebrow and looked at me like I were on drugs. I insisted on tests to make sure everything was alright. I got a blood test and everything. The doctor, however, said there was nothing in my blood and I was healthy. Then he just burst out laughing. LAUGHING. Oh, and I forget to mention it was eight in the morning. Then he said "No, no! You're not sick! You're in love! And, you just wasted one hundred dollars! Good luck with the ladies! Har har har!"

…that explains why I have a thick bandage on my arm and why I have to write with my left hand instead of right. Also, it wasn't pleasant to have a bunch of senile old guys laughing at you especially this early. Before you ask, I have proof they're senile. I'm not in love, and if I was, it wouldn't be with Anko. Also, we barely know each other. Oh no. OH NO. If I'm falling into the 'love at first sight' thing, I have issues. Well, I've looked at her a million times, and I thought 'I hate her' for most of those times. Whatever. I'll deal with that later, the main thing is seeking professional advice…but I'm broke. This is going to be a long day.

It's raining and cold. Really cold. Which is a nice change. Only problem is my umbrella was broken the last time it rained. I stabbed Asuma with it on ACCIDENT in the diaphragm, and before he passed out he snapped the umbrella in two. So, now I'm wet and walking into the main building hiding my face the best I could. I turned into Tsunade's office and found Anko there. Damn Tsunade, she's off in Hawaii. In October, but hey, to whatever floats her bitchy boat. Anko smiled at me. "You look like a hobo."

"Yeah, well, I feel like one, so don't worry about it." She laughed. Fuck that Prancing feeling. It's so pranc-y, I'm just going to call it attack of the reindeers. Gay Rudolph and his Santa pals are making my life hell. It'll probably make me have seizures to relieve the feeling soon. I just realized how pretty Anko's laugh was. It's sort of high pitched, but refreshing. I don't think I've ever heard such a nice sound. She stood up from the chair and walked over to me. Anko slipped some of my wet hair in through her fingers and frowned. It took all of my self control to stop a swoon right then and there.

"You know you'll probably be sick, soon right?" she said. I'm not planning on visiting any doctors for a while, but I am cold and feel a tad bit strange.

"Eh, I'll be fine. Don't worry about it." Anko made a face and let her hand drop by her side.

"You sure?"

"Yeah…" at this point I had to look at the ground to avoid fainting. She was pretty. And this time, I won't reject that thought. It's true. My heart rate suddenly increased and I began to feel sickish and weird. So, what's next? Cancer? Pneumonia? Oh, with my luck it'll be amputation. Involving gangrene and infection, I bet...if I don't stop these thoughts I'll probably end up killing myself.

"Alright. Let's get to work…Genma?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you want to…" No, oh please no. Not that question. I can't deal with that right now. I just can't be caught in a restaurant with her. I don't love her. Yeah, that's right…I don't love her… "ditch this? This is GAY. I want to waste my day in some other way. Want to join me?"

"Sure." Too late. I had just accepted to something I knew I would regret. She flashed a smile at me and left the room I followed, what other choice did I have?

Anko stepped outside and opened up her umbrella. She let me get under it. A wave of heat washed over me and I was suddenly hit with the realization something had taken my hand. Warm, soft, and oddly comforting. If it is what I think it is, before the attack of the reindeer takes over, I shouldn't take it in my own hand. Suppressing my eyes from any movement, they flew down to my hand…laced into Anko's. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw she was blushing. Next stop, eye doctor! Anko does not blush. It's just a known fact. But then again, if I'm capable of blushing, especially in the morning, then she certainly can blush. "Um…do you…mind?" she whispered avoiding, eye contact.

"Not at all." I replied. So I just spoke my mind. Or part of it. If I were some sort of retard I might scream out about how her touch is the most exhilarating brush of warmth I've ever felt. But I'm not. Okay, maybe a bit, but…ANYWAY…

"Okay. Good. I like you more than you think." she said. The reindeer attacked me. I rested my free hand over my chest in my vain attempt to stop the writhing from my diaphragm to my heart. "You okay?" she asked. I sighed.

"You know this feeling…you get, and it's like a fluttery sort of thing in your chest or heart? I just got it." I wasn't going to add the fact it plagues me when it look or think about her.

"I know it familiarly…" chuckled Anko. I just snickered. Like I would even admit how I really feel. But something tells me she already knows me all too well. My theory was proven correct when she took notice of something before I noticed it.

"You're sick. I can tell." Anko said looking up at him. "Your cheeks are rosy, yet you're pale. And," Anko put the back of her hand on my cheek. It was so cool, like water on spring day. She frowned. "You're catching something. Aw! Poor you, how do you feel right now?" I felt worse because she touched me. Again. Without my permission. Maybe it's just a girl thing…She hit the nail right on the head, through. I, frankly, felt like shit. I didn't realize the writhing in my stomach or the pitch and roll of my head until she just had to point it out and make me feel helpless as a puppy. Of course, I won't admit feel sick until I-- well, I just won't say it.

"I feel fine. No problems here." That was the dumbest, most retarded thing I could've said. Anko giggled.

"You sound like Hayate after his spastic asthma attacks when he's gasping for air and claiming he'll be okay." That made me laugh.

"No, seriously, I'm fine."

"Oh, so you're hot because you're blushing, or what? Not used to girls?" Damn it! How the hell did she know? What is she, some sort of psycho freak? She can see right through me. I have no choice but to say it, then.

"Eh…yes." I replied meekly. "Girls, they aren't my thing. At all. Not that I care, of course, because--"

"Actually, Genma, you're quite popular." Anko replied a-matter-of-factly.

"What?! How? How come I don't know this?" Well, then. Now I find out that I'm the 'sexy' one of Konoha. Really, I'm thrilled.

"Well," Anko paused to giggle, "You're considered…never mind. Forget it." Yeah, all I needed to hear was that I was in high demand for being raped. I truly am stunned by the retardation of humanity. I sighed and shook my head. "I don't think you'd want to know."

"I don't need to know, actually." I said.

"So…what do you think of Kurenai? In looks, I mean." Anko asked, trying to sound casual. Why did she want to know what I thought of Kurenai? Well, to put it simply, she is H-O-T. But Anko is…H-O-T-T-E-R. Did I just…? Aw, forget this. I'm still not in love though! I will never be in love with Anko. Looks aren't everything…but no, seriously, Kurenai is like, beyond hot. But Anko makes me melt.

"Kurenai? Meh. She's okay…" I replied.

"Okay? Specify." Shit.

"Well, she's okay. Nice. I guess, I mean-- why do you want to know?"

"Oh!" Anko quickly looked away, but I could see she was embarrassed. "Curious. She's in high demand, too."

"For what? Rape?"

"No…yes. Sort of. We females have our sources." What kind of sources? I don't and never plan to know how they know this stuff.

"Okay. So, what do you like to do for fun?" I asked. I didn't feel like hearing who was on the list for rape. Not now, anyway.

"Ooh, eating dango and drawing. I like to draw, but you'd never guess by what I look like. I also like to shop, who doesn't, but yeah. I also like hanging out with you."

"Uh, Anko? This is technically the first time we have hung out." I pointed out.

"No, we've been partnered for six months. All those days count as hanging out, even though we fought all the time." Anko smiled at me and leaned on me. Attack of the reindeers flared. "But I don't know. I really like you now. I also respect you. I fact, I've thought…highly of you for a while." she laughed. I forced a smile.

"Really? Ah."

"What do you think of me, Genma?" inquired Anko. I'm going to shoot myself. I swear.

"Oh, uh, yeah, I respect you…too."

"Hmm."

We walked on in silence. The attacking reindeers retreated. Finally, I thought I was having a heart attack. Okay. Review. She said she likes me. But she never would've said so if I hadn't been the dumb ass to say "Sure!" in invitation to go on a walk. But I did. So, know I know she "respects" and "likes" me. I hope she means "like" as the opposite of hate, not the lovey-dovey I feel for-- I DON'T feel for her. I'm not in love. Not one bit. I won't admit it. Never. But then again, I can't fight it. Especially staring into her lovely eyes, only seeing her, not the brush around us, the falling rain, only her. Only he, Anko. I was blinded to everything but her. I'm either dreaming, or…

I'm falling in love with Anko Mitarashi.

Yeah. That's chapter 2. Sorry, it wasn't as good as the Chapter One, but this is the changing point, and I can't reveal too much yet. You'll see what happens, so REVIEW and keep reading…please. Seriously, review, okay? Seriously.