How dare she mock my books? It's not like I've done anything wrong to her. Why does she get that mad to me for just a little mature reading? It's just a book… It's not like I'm cursing or making some strange genjutsu on her by reading it, is it?.
This was the type of thoughts that got into the copy ninja while walking to his own apartment, after all that evening got quite unexpected for the usual "Drink with friends" night. He didn't expect that coming, well he didn't expect anything to happen to begin with. Those days, that Asuma encouraged him to go, more forcing than encouraging, usually went slowly and peacefully. Asuma was always telling stories about the good times with his team, Kurenai always pointing out the possibilities of getting the team stronger by changing certain things in their training. Anko was usually eating as many candies as her mouth or pocket afford. As for him, well… he was always reading his novels while waiting anything to happen, but this was simply too much.
Asuma was the one who stopped them from killing each other, well not exactly killing but the discussion got out of control. The surprising part was that he, Hatake Kakashi, lost control with a child like that, not even Naruto got Kakashi on his nerves. Well first, Naruto was his pupil and not his equal so any time he wanted he could just make Naruto pay the consequences, second Naruto never ever in his five senses would mock his sensei's little affection for Jiraiya's books and third, well, even though Naruto has an annoying voice Anko's was much worse. If those reasons weren't enough to explain his lack of patience at that moment, then he didn't knew which ones were valid.
Kakashi sighed as he continued walking in the streets, hands in their respective pockets with his lazy eye looking nothing else but the horizon. Soon he'd be at his apartment where he could enjoy a piece of calm and continue reading his beloved new Icha-Icha book. This thought tranquilized him as he reached to his destination. While climbing the stairs he looked for his key, when he noticed that it wasn't in the pocket that it should be. Kakashi stood there for a couple of seconds, looking in other pockets but realizing that it was nowhere to be found. Trying not to panic, Kakashi remade his day in his mind in order to figure out, why the key wasn't in the same place that he had put it this morning.
That morning he went to visit Obito's grave, then he trained the rest of the morning with his team. That afternoon he went to have lunch with Asuma, after that he went to Tsunade's office to report the progress of his team and finally he arrived to the bar. Nothing in particular, so why the key wasn't there!?. Kakashi tried to concentrate in more details of his day but nothing popped in his mind that would explain the lack of the key. He would just probably get through the bedroom window but that was quite stupid for him to do. The minute someone tried to get in by the windows, that same minute he or she'll be dead. After all he had placed those traps himself, not even Tsunade could avoid them without a scratch on. As for the rest of the house, same problem he'd be gravely injured. He cursed himself for his stupid paranoia.
It was already 2am and he was about to fall asleep on the floor if he didn't find a place to stay at that moment. His apartment tonight was unavailable, giving up any chance of getting inside by other methods. He could ask Asuma if he could stay with him, but at that moment he'd be deeply asleep or with Kurenai gazing at the moon. Iruka could be a possibility but then he remembered that Iruka, Genma and other jounin that he couldn't even remember their names, went to a patrol mission in the surroundings. Tsunade would laugh at first, then send him away to a bench in the park for being that stupid. As for Gai well… first Kakashi would sell his soul three times to the spirit of death, before spending a night with the youth spirit king. There was an option available but it meant instant death by the time he knocked the door, but it was windy and he didn't want to spend the night on a bench or at the front door of his apartment. He gulped and started to walk. He'd have to convince Anko to let him in.
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Anko ate the third package of dango with gluttony and rage combined. Who the hell he thinks he is? Telling me I'm getting fat, because of my sweet little angels. Well it's true they have a bunch of calories but What the hell!? I train and kick my sorry ass each day to make the chunnin exams close to perfection. I deserve a present after that. My habit is more normal and acceptable, than his habit of reading porn in public. Anko took another bite of the fourth package of dango.
She stood and walked to her kitchen for a glass of water, too much candy for the night. She drank it in one gulp and rubbed her stomach, what a pleasant way of calming her bad humor. Well it's true that she eats a lot of candy, but that was better than letting people suffer her bad humour every minute. The candy calmed her, every time she got out of control and that was quite often. So why everybody else complained about her eating habits, after all that was the reason she didn't kill everybody, that stepped on her way "those days". People always complained about the others, but never about themselves.
Anko walked to the window that allowed the moon light get across her living room, she gazed outside. The city was calm as usual, full of lights for the night lovers, also there was this peaceful smell that always dragged her to a world of fantasies, where everything would be ok by just wishing it hard enough. Anko smiled at this silly thought and sat down on her purple couch. How she loved that colour, so suitable for her. Apparently calm but it might kill you if you underestimate it, just like her. That was his last lesson for her… never underestimate your enemy.
She reach her neck with her right hand, looking with her fingers for the seal that was "given" to her as a memento of her days as Orochimaru's pupil. How she hated remembering those things. She took another glance of the night sky and tranquilized herself. Relax… he's weak and won't be able to do any techniques on you anymore. Remembering the ANBU's speech after the death of the third Hokage. They told them about the state of Orochimaru when he left, both arms unutilized and an expression of total pain written all over his face. This made Anko smile a bit but it was unfair and also an huge price that Konoha paid for hurting Orochimaru, the third Hokage now was gone.
Anko sighed heavily and stood to take another glass of water from the kitchen. She drank it fast as she could, trying to avoid those sensations that hunted her in the nights. If I was stronger at that time… he would be probably here. She shook her head in order to forget any regrets. It was not her fault, she had to remember that daily, that was the homework the third left for her. She smiled slyly and took the last bite of the fourth package of Dango that was left on the table. Grinning she placed both hands on her coat as she walked to her bathroom to brush her teeth. She was about to when she felt something in her right pocket and stopped walking. Her hand reached for whatever was in it, realizing without even looking at it that it was a key. She took it out gazing at it, trying to recall where she got that.
She remembered that after the fight she got with Kakashi and before she left the bar, she saw a key on the floor. She took it and asked for the owner but no one responded to her question, so she had put it on her pocket just in case she'd find the owner by walking home. She looked it at any angle possible, trying to figure out the owner. It must be a simple and practical person, it has no keychains. She saw it for the last time and placed it back to her pocket. I'll leave it on Tsunade's office tomorrow. She was walking to her bathroom again, when she heard a knock on her door. She blinked several times before hearing another knock on her door. She reached for a kunai with her right hand, while walking slowly to the door. It was very late, who it might be at this hour?. The last time she opened a door without hesitating, she got an awful scar on her back. So, instead of asking the stupid civilian question of "Who's there?" and hoping to be killed, she opened the door and threw the kunai directly to the person that was in front of the door. To her surprise, the kunai was stopped with great ability in the mid air, she blinked but then an angered expression appeared on her face.
-Yo Anko! What a nice way to receive visitors, don't you think?