-1Chapter 6: Decisions, Decisions
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This is going to fun! I get to watch Anko and hang with her 24/7! Almost, but hey, don't kill my euphoria. It'll probably kill itself, but ANYWAY. Tsunade said Anko was doing something in the ninja academy, and I found her there gathering papers in the office.
"Hey!" she looked up and smiled.
"Hi! How are you feeling?"
"Okay, I guess. I get to hang out with you!" I said.
"Nice. I'm getting some documents and taking them back to Tsunade." Anko said, taking and stack and coming out of the office. It was a small stack, compared to what I was carrying a few days back. We went out into the afternoon light and went on talking. The reindeers, however, maintained a deliciously warm hum deep inside me. We talked about the upcoming Halloween party, and it was then she mentioned her house had been chosen as the site of the party.
"Really?" I said.
"Yup! I can't wait, I already have an idea!"
"What are you planning?"
"Scaring the heck out of Asuma and Kurenai." she said slyly. I looked at her blankly.
"May I ask why?"
"Oh!" Anko made a flourish with her hand. "Everyone knows they're not coming to the party because they'll be "busy" with their own things! So, we can give them a good wake up call!" she replied.
"What's the point? It's not like they're going-- Ohhh…I get it! But still, let's have it as an alcohol party this year!" I suggested.
"Again? Okay! I like beer, anyway. Sake is good too. But--"
"Asuma and Kurenai will probably come if there's alcohol involved." I pointed out. Those two like alcoholic drinks…particularly Kurenai. Anko thought for a minute.
"True. But it's impossible to make Kurenai drunk. She drank four bottles of beer last year and she left the place walking upright and dragging Asuma along. He, on the other hand, is super easy to make drunk! So, should we have vodka too, then? Vodkatini! Yeah, I'll decorate it to look Halloween-ish!" Anko said excitedly. I shrugged.
"Sure. Sounds great. Should we do some genin scaring, too?"
"Hm…after we get drunk. That'll scare them more. When they try to TP the house, we can scare them away!" she said.
"Won't we get arrested?" I asked. Anko raised an eyebrow and shrugged.
"Ah, well. It won't matter. Besides, we'll hung over the next day!" she said it like being hung over didn't include laying in bed sweating and groaning all day.
"Yes, yes." I agreed. "Sounds great. I'll be there for sure."
"YEAH! I freaking can't wait for this shit to start!" she almost screamed that…
"…That sounded really ghetto!" I teased. Anko is so cool.
"I know!" she squealed.
After running a few more errands, we got to chill out. We talked more. I never got bored, even the silence after Tsunade ordered us to work. I was put in a good mood because of Anko! She's so AWESOME! Let me rave about her for a sec, here. Anko never runs out of things to talk about, she's damn funny, and she can actually tolerate, or, she makes me tolerable. She's really pretty, and I love listening to her stories. Wow, this mission is really beneficial to my health!
I got to my house after having ramen with Anko. Not as a date but as…something that was friendly…and not date-y. I dropped her off at her place and then returned to my apartment. It was nice to be home after a long and fun day. Hopefully tomorrow will be similar. Except for one thing.
What is it with girls and touching my hair? Did I give them permission to? NO! So why do women take parts of my hair and start swooning about "How delicious it is" and "how soft it is" and sometimes they don't even give an explanation to why my hair is laced through their fingers. I hate that. Anko does it to me. So does Tsunade. Every. Fucking. Day. Of. My. Life. Kurenai used to do it when we were younger, but the she decided to mess with her own. Hm. I'll have to find out if she plays with Asuma's hair. I also wonder if he actually likes it. It's another of the many things I hate. Whatever they see in my hair, it's found attractive or something. I see nothing so enticing about it, but whatever. They're girls. Maybe it's the color. I've been accused of being blond. It's a very light brown, people, SEE THE DIFFERENCE! Whatever it is, it's not blond. Nor will it ever be. The next person to harass me will face consequences.
When I arrived at Tsunade's office, the place was a total mess. I was shocked and I suddenly wanted to return home. I approached her desk reluctantly. Tsunade saw me and smiled faintly. "No tasks for you. But that special one, okay?" she winked. I turned to go. "Oh, wait Genma!"
"Huh?"
Tsunade leaned over and took strands of my hair. She ran them through her fingers and grinned. She let go, and shooed me off. Because she's the Hokage, just because she's the Hokage, I didn't kill her. What is her--all women's-- deal? They always go for the right side of my head. I suppose that'll be on of Earth's many wonders…one of life's wonders, too. I sighed and went to go look for Anko.
I walked around in circles around the main building. Quickest, and easiest way to find her. Well, maybe not quickest, but I'm too lazy to make anymore effort. As I was walking around, perfectly relaxed, I nearly died of heart failure when I felt a tug on my head. I thought I was going to die, but I only staggered back and whirled around. I saw…the most horrible thing behind me. One, two, three, four, girls behind me. I was staring at, because of bent position as a result of the pulling on my hair, at…uh, her name escapes me…I was her proctor-- Oh! Temari, of course. Temari pulled harder and twirled the hair around her finger. The others, behind her, grinned and giggled. From this day on, I swore to be, when the time comes, the strictest, meanest, rudest proctor possible. At least with the teens. I'm always surly like that, but I'll make myself odious. "Why, pray tell, are you messing with my hair?" I said in low voice. Temari shrugged.
"I dunno. They dared me too." she replied. The other giggled in unison.
"WHY?" I pressed. Uh-oh. I feel something rising in me…crazy possessed guy with a stick in his mouth, they asked, they get.
Temari indicated the girls with her thumb. "It's supposed to be soft. According to everyone else." I jerked my hair from her hand. Damn. That was painful!
"Well, quit it. Go f--" If I say that to these kids, their parents will probably sue me for verbal abuse. Or something retarded like that. But, as an adult, I do know one thing. Discipline. It's a natural thing, not saying I'm good at it, but oh well. "Do you that's a total invasion of privacy? How would you like it if I did this to you?" I took her hair and pulled like she had done.
"OW!" she shrieked.
"Exactly," I said, "It's totally disrespectful." Burn in hell. All of you. HAHAHAHA! "And annoying when every girl does it to you…" I mumbled. Temari raised an eyebrow in amusement.
"Can I touch it?" asked some pink haired girl. What a bitch. Little high voice…
"No."
"Can I?" asked a blondie. What a sluttish imp. Do these little bitches not know what the term no means? Meh, I'll try something else.
"Denied."
Then that little Hyuuga midget, imp #2, that's what I'll call her. Her name I don't know. I just know it's something Hyuuga. But anyway, she jumped up and took a tuft of hair, and if I'm not hallucinating, she sniffed it. SNIFFED it. As in inhale of air to take in scent. Make her whore #1, bitch #3.
"What in bloody hell did I just say?" that I screamed. She giggled.
"You said not to do that," she replied rocking back on her heels.
"So why did you do it?"
" 'Cause." she replied. " 'Cause?" Seriously. That's all she can give me? Wow, I seriously wonder who her parents were to create a total dumb ass. I wouldn't have given such a stupid answer…but THAT'S BECAUSE I WOULDN'T HAVE TO EXPLAIN WHY I WAS MESSING WITH A GUY'S HAIR SHE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW! I have made it official, as of today, to make teen's lives hell. Whenever I can.
"Well, go to hell." I regretted that.
"Would you come with me then?" piped some brown haired girl. She was pretty cute.
"No." I said. "Now, I'm busy, so go away, off you go."
"Hey, Hayate, I'll make--" started Temari.
"I'm Genma." I said emphatically. Temari scowled.
"Oh. Sorry. Anyway, I'll make a deal with you. Let us mess with your hair, and we won't stalk you day and night." Let's see…hormone possessed whores/bitches/sluts/failures after me or ten seconds of torture? Ten seconds of torture it is then. I sighed.
"Fine." at once, they squealed and attacked me. I counted…one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine--
"Ten. Now get off me." I gingerly pushed them off and stalked away.
"Thank you! It was so soft and delicious!" screamed the Hyuuga whore.
"I love you!" yelled the brown haired one.
"I going to remember the luscious, thickness of each strand for the rest of my life!" that blonde added, waving me away sweetly.
"Shakespeare will hear about this! You've been blessed with perfect hair." miss pink said after me. Wait, what? Oh…I get it. She's going to write a poem about my hair. That's really, really messed up. Is it really so nice? Ah, well, don't know or care.
"Your girlfriend will be lucky!" Temari added. I cringed.
"Whatever," I returned, going into the building. As the door closed behind me, I heard them swoon in perfect unison. Teenagers.
I FINALLY found Anko in the copy room…sitting on the copier. "What are you doing?" I asked incredulously. She smiled.
"Having fun. Check it!" from the paper, she pulled a paper with what looked like a blob of dried blood on it. But in black ink and rather large…
"What is it? Blood? Jell-o blob but on paper?"
"Nah. I made copies of my butt!" she said proudly. I stifled a laugh. Wow. I did that when I was eight, and my teacher got mad. It was scary.
"Is there any particular reason you did that?" I asked.
"No." she said shortly, recycling all the papers that had been "marked" by her. "I was bored with my assignment, so I did this instead."
"What was your assignment?"
"To go harass the ANBU about giving us some gay document. Today was the deadline. Want to harass them with me?" she offered. I smirked. Of all things, that would be the nicest right now. I'm going to give the bastard kicking my ankles a piece of my mind.
The two of us took off. When we reached the headquarters, I realized something was wrong. It was missing the guards in front. "Stay here," I commanded to Anko.
"Why?" I'm going against my beliefs, but…
" 'Cause, that's why." Oh, how I absolutely loathe those words.
"Fine," she agreed.
I quietly stepped into the headquarters. The scent of computers and paper hit me, but I saw it was empty. No one was there, not even at the front desk. ANBU always has people there, 24/7. But something caught my eye. On the computer screen there was something. I stared at the word jumping out at me. S-rank emergency, it said, and with other code words I couldn't even begin to understand. There had to be someone here. It wasn't possible. I had never been her before, but I went in some random room behind the receptionist desk. Empty. I tried other hallways, empty as well. No sign of life. Now I was getting nervous. I heard a sudden noise and backed against a wall. It as only the computer. Whew! I read the screen again. Same thing, but further under the big red words read something else. REINFORCEMENTS NEEDED.
I get it. ANBU dispersed everyone. What was so urgent? For all of ANBU to be sent off like that, it must've been something really big. Has this ever happened before?
I was suddenly hit with silence. Not the same silence as before, but more of the silence after a storm, whispering of tornadoes, or the creeping silence after the sharp waters pulling from shore announcing a tsunami.
This was deathly silence.
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