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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 11: Filler
Flashback
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?"
Oh crap. Not good. Thought Anko worriedly, the wheels in her mind spun at the speed of light to come up with an excuse. This is the exact kind of situation I was hoping to avoid. No one can see this mark, especially Hatake. Anko settled on the simplest and most believable excuse.
"It's a tattoo." She blurted out.
The Shinobi paused and seemed to mull over the idea. Anko watched, barely breathing, and hoped that he would believe her lie.
"Okay." Said the silver-haired man. He pulled away from the teen and moved his hand off her shoulder. Meanwhile, Anko watched him, gaping.
"That's it?" she asked, "You're just going to let it go like that?" the man eye-smiled at her,
"Why are you asking? Should I not let this go?" he questioned. The girl winced and quickly shook her head,
"Of course you should let it go! I'm not questioning your judgment." She said quickly.
The Hatake nodded and then turned and strode casually deeper into the store. Anko watched him go carefully. There was a strange look in his eye and his actions were suspicious. One thing was certain though; he knew the mark was not a simple tattoo.
It would be a good idea to avoid him for awhile.
"Now wasn't that fun?" screeched Tsunade as she pulled her car into Minato's driveway. The occupants of the car groaned,
"NO. It was awful." moaned Anko. Jiraiya nodded weakly in agreement.
After finding Anko several shawls to wear, Tsunade had gone on a rampage through the store again. The purple haired teen had been forced to try on dozens more dresses. Finally, Kakashi came back from where ever he had disappeared to with a dress. Anko had tried it on and Tsunade had loved it immediately.
Anko was not happy. She didn't like the fact that the Shinobi had good taste. She also disliked the fact that Kakashi could have saved her a whole lot of pain and trouble be just picking out a dress for her in the first place.
Grr. Stupid, conceited, arrogant, time-wasting-
"We're here!" yelled Tsunade, flinging the car door open and wrenching Anko out. Anko was cut off from her murderess thoughts by the seatbelt, which was currently strangling her because Tsunade hadn't thought to unclip it first.
After a minor tussle with the seatbelt (leaving the poor seat belt mangled beyond repair) the three of them walked down the path to Minato's front door. Without knocking, Jiraiya opened the door and ushered the two kunoichis in.
"Ladies first." He said, grinning lecherously. Tsunade whacked him sharply on the head and then marched into the house with a sniff. Anko paused at the crumpled form of Jiraiya and nudged him delicately with her toe. The man blinked groggily and then rubbed his head weakly,
"It's always the pretty ones." He muttered as he pushed himself upright. Then the Shinobi staggered down the hallway after Tsunade, mumbling things about pretty and violent being synonyms. Anko winced as she heard the man crash into a wall.
Then Anko glanced around her and into the hallway. There was no sign on Kakashi anywhere.
Good. So far, Mission: Avoid Kakashi has been a success. Keep it up! The teen walked quickly down the hallway, pausing to look around the corner before turning it. She managed to get to the living room of the house without encountering any tall/one-eyed/masked/silver-haired Shinobi. Anko considered this quite an accomplishment.
The girl peered into the room as a precaution; in the living room sat Rin, Tsunade, Jiraiya, Obito, and Minato. They seemed to be listening to a story that Jiraiya was telling them. Whatever the story was about, it involved a great deal of random arm movement and stumbling.
"And then I pulled out a copy of Icha Icha Paradise and pointed to my name on the cover. You should have seen his face. And then he started begging for my autograph and I said-"
Anko turned away and leaned on the doorframe, listening to the laughs and occasional comment from the others. She wouldn't go in their. She couldn't. They were like a family and she was the outsider, going in now would disrupt them.
I'm used to it. Thought Anko. I'm a big girl now and I'm used to it. Hell! I'm Mitarashi Anko! I don't need a family. I can take care of myself. She nodded firmly, trying to convince herself of this,
"I'm not a little girl." She muttered to herself.
"Very true."
"I can take care of myself."
"Of course you can."
"I don't need any help."
"Certainly."
"And I don't need anyone."
"I'm not to sure about that." Anko froze as she finally realized that someone was replying to her. Someone who had a smooth, deep voice.
Not good. Highly not good. Mission: Avoid Kakashi has failed. Abort!
"Talking to yourself is a bad habit. Sometimes people walk in when you don't want them to." Anko didn't even here the Shinobi walk up behind her but seconds later she felt a gloved hand settle lightly on her shoulder. The girl turned her head sideways and saw the masked face of the very person she was trying her hardest to avoid.
"What are you doing here Hatake?" she forced out from behind gritted teeth.
The Shinobi gave her a sidelong glance from the corner of his single eye.
"I could ask you the same question."
"I've been working here for the past month." Hissed the angered teen.
"That's not what I meant." Murmured Kakashi.
"What are you doing out here in the hallway. Why aren't you in the living room with all the others?" he gestured to the lighted doorway, where the sounds of happy voices spilled out.
"What's it to you?" growled Anko. She tried to shake of Kakashi's hand but it just tightened. The man leaned in closer to her until his mouth was by her ear.
"I suppose this has nothing to do with what you were saying a minute ago. What was it again? Oh yeah; 'I don't need anyone'." He whispered, making her shiver, "You should be open to new people, Anko. Not everyone is your enemy." His hand shifted on her shoulder until his palm was resting directly over where her curse mark was. Anko shivered again as his hand brushed the mark,
"Hatake. Get your hands off me."
"I will, once you start socializing with the others." Was his silky reply.
Anko was feeling pissed off and annoyed. Mainly because she had a gut feeling that everything Kakashi said was accurate and that it would be best to just walk into the living room.
Like hell I'll do that! Thought Anko angrily. She spun around and brushed roughly past Kakashi. As she passed him he whispered, "Just remember, you brought this upon yourself."
Before she could process this she had been swept off her feet and was slung over the Shinobi's shoulder. Anko pounded his back with her fists, dealing out blows that would fracture a normal person's spinal cord. Kakashi's only reaction was to tighten the arm that was gripping her and jostle her slightly. Then he walked to the doorway of the living room and into the cheerful atmosphere.
The talking stopped as everyone turned to face the stoic Shinobi and cursing Kunoichi. Minato was the first to speak, or rather yell,
"Kakashi! I'm glad you joined us. And look! You've brought Anko Chan as well! Oh. She looks so happy! Sit down." The others were slowly recovering from the shock of seeing Anko and Kakashi. Kakashi meanwhile, was glancing around at the open seats,
"I'm not sure I should sit down. Maybe I should just stand." Anko decided to speak up at this point.
"Goddamnit." She hissed in a threatening voice, "I swear Hatake; if you don't put me down right now I will stab you several times in the back with my pocket knife."
"Such language." Sighed Minato.
Anko felt herself being jostled again as Kakashi set her down on the end of the couch. Then he sat next to her, crushing any hopes of escape. She threw a punch at Kakashi's face but found her fist gripped by the Shinobi's gloved hand. Without even turning to face Anko, Kakashi spoke to Minato,
"Sensei, tell us about the time that you threw Jiraiya to a bunch of girls he had been spying on."
Obito and Rin stifled laughs at the thought of that happening. Minato grinned boisterously and launched himself into the tale,
"Well it started when we went to the Women's Wrestling competition. . ."
Anko listened to the story as it unfolded. She couldn't help it, she was sucked in. Minato was a good story teller, his charismatic character made her feel like she was part of the story.
". . . And then there was a break before the final round. . ."
Anko felt her mind clouding slowly
". . . The Champion of the competition grabbed him. . ."
Her eyes were slipping shut
". . . He didn't even know what hit him. His expression was hilarious. . ."
A strong arm pulled her up against a warm, sweatshirt covered chest.
". . . And finally I pulled him out. . ."
She could feel the person she was leaning on start talking, the vibrations carrying over to her. Deep chuckles and a monotonous voice were lulling her to sleep. She heard Minato's voice as though through a deep fog,
". . . And so I became Anko's legal guardian. . ."
Wait. WHAT!
Blinking hastily, Anko sat upright,
"Wha-say-who?" she muttered dazedly, "Who's my legal guardian?"
Minato grinned at her.
"Me!"
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