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Italics=thoughts
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Just for the record; Obito does not die. Neither does Rin. There is a reason this is called Fanfiction, it is FICTION. It doesn't have to be completely realistic. Unfortunately that leaves a slight gap in Kakashi's life. It will be fixed soon though. Just go with the flow.
Chapter 10: Apprehension
Anko stared at the sign. The sign did not stare back. Anko then shifted her gaze to the tall blond lady standing under the sign. The tall blonde lady met her gaze with sharp amber eyes.
Anko decided to return her gaze to the safe, unresponsive, sign.
'Formal Attire: Dresses and Suits' was scrawled across it with an elegant font. It made Anko shudder. Then she felt herself being pulled into the shop by the aforementioned blond lady.
"Aunt Tsunade, do we really need to do this? I'm sure that no one will notice if I just wear my trench coat to this dance thing." Tsunade turned and shut the door with a sharp snap; meanwhile Anko stared in longing at the door, which was her only means of escape from this horrible place. Tsunade spoke.
"Of course it matters brat. Do you really think these people won't notice a purple haired girl in a trench coat? You'd stick out like a sore thumb in a bucket of perfectly manicured index fingers!"
Anko winced as she tried to imagine what that would look like. "Don't Orochimaru's followers have other things to worry about? Like, ya know, taking over the world and stuff."
"They aren't trying to take over the world. They just want to be very wealthy and influential." Said Jiraiya, who had popped out of seemingly nowhere. Tsunade rolled her eyes and whacked him on the back of the head with a fist.
"Jiraiya! I told you to be here 10 minutes early. Don't tell me you were peeping in the changing rooms again!!"
Jiraiya winced and backed away slightly from the angry blonde. The purple-haired teen that had been unwillingly dragged into this was plotting an escape plan. She really didn't want to be in a dress shop. Especially since she was the one shopping for dresses.
Why me? Why, Kami-sama, why did you choose me? As if to emphasize her discomfort she felt a throb of pain by her shoulder. The girl snarled softly and quickly clamped a hand on the ache to stifle the pain.
Great! Now it is acting up. I reeaaallly do not want them to find out about it.(5 points to the person who can guess what it is) Stupid, stupid, STUPID, Kakashi!
On queue, the Shinobi in question walked into the store; causing the shop bell to tinkle musically.
"Yo. Sorry I'm late; there was this turtle that was in the middle of the road. I wanted to help it but I had to weight for a couple of army tanks and 18-wheelers to go by before I had the chance to rescue it."
Silence
Blink
Blink
Blink
"LIAR!!!!!" came the outraged cry from the other three. Kakashi gave them an eye-smile before scanning the room.
"Hey. Aren't we supposed to be getting stuff to wear to this event?" he questioned. Anko groaned and made hurried 'shushing' gestures, but the damage was done. Tsunade beamed and grabbed the two males by their elbows.
"Anko. Stay here! Kakashi, Jiraiya, your coming with me to pick out a starting selection of dresses and suits." She started to walk away. "And Anko. I will know if you try to move." With that ominous note, she left; pulling the two Shinobi along with her.
Anko stared after her. "Talk about pushy!" She grumbled slightly then set herself down on the small waiting bench built into the wall. As she did, her thoughts fell back into place;
Hmm. Like I said, I REALLY don't want them to see the curse mar- it. Maybe I'll manage if I only wear dresses that don't show my shoulders. Yeah. Not only is that my best course of action, it's my only one.
The bench creaked as another person sat down. Anko glanced over at her new companion and froze.
"What are you doing Hatake? I thought you were picking out things for the dance." She spat the word 'dance' out with extra venom. The silver-haired man proceeded to completely overlook this jibe. Instead he fixed Anko with an unwavering stare.
"Something is bothering you." It wasn't a question. It was a statement.
Anko shuddered slightly at the thought that this man could see through her so speedily. She attempted to cover it up; "Of course something is bothering me! This whole store is bothering me. I don't like to be surrounded by lacy, over-colored dresses!"
Kakashi looked like he was about to reply, but he was cut off by . . . a load of lacy, over-colored dresses. Tsunade stepped into view,
"Well Anko. I found you a couple dresses to try on. And I did it with out the help of that betraying looser!" she threw an annoyed glance at Kakashi who returned it perfectly.
The teen mumbled several things that could only be half heard
"Stupid dresses . . . . . . Stupid store. . . . Flame throwers. . . . Oh yeah." The others sweat dropped as they watched the pissed-off girl grab the dresses and stride off to one of the many changing rooms.
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Anko flopped down exhaustedly on the chair in her changing room. She glared at the smaller-yet-still-large pile of dresses that lay strewn across the floor. These dresses were even more annoying than the other 15 that she had already tried on. These dresses were sleeveless.
The teen had finally gone through all of her sleeved dresses and Tsunade, the evil blond devil lady, still was not pleased. Anko finally gave up her staring and picked the dress closest to her up.
This dress was dark green, with a tight waist, long skirt, and small securing straps. It was boring and Anko hated it but she managed to force it on without puking in disgust. Then the girl looked down at her bare shoulder.
Her scowl grew as her eyes fell on the clearly visible tomoe-shaped mark.
"Damn it." She cursed softly.
"Anko? Did you say something?" Tsunade's voice rang from outside the dressing room. The kunoichi scowled, and then opened the door a crack.
"Auntie Tsunade." She called in her best innocent/girly voice. "Is it okay if I wear some kind of shawl with these strapless dresses? I feel so self conscious without them."
There was a pause, in which Anko hoped and prayed that her ruse would work. Her prayers were answered;
"OF COURSE ANKO-CHAN! You feel embarrassed!! That's so cute!! I'll go get you some nice shawls right now!" The blonde screeched in excitement. There was the sound of muffled cursing and a brief struggle which was presumably Jiraiya and Kakashi being towed away.
Anko grinned: hook, line, and sinker. Then she opened her door fully, planning on searching for some more sleeved dresses. However as she stepped out, her eyes fell on a shadowy figure standing a few feet away from her.
"What are you doing her Hatake?"
Kakashi stepped out into the light and pinned her down with a scrutinizing glare. Anko darted back but was stopped by a gloved hand. His eye traveled from her nervous face to her neck.
Then to Anko's horror the settled on the mark that stood out sharply against the pale skin of her shoulder. She watched as his eye widened, then narrowed.
Kakashi's gloved hand brushed against the mark, making the teen wince.
"Anko. What is this?"
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