"Do you think the Yamanaka will even see me for such short notice?" Anko wondered out loud and Kushina gave her a look.
"I'm the wife of the Hokage. They have to see us, " the red-head grinned, "and beside, this is all for the sake of Kakashi. I don't mind throwing that title around if it's for that."
Anko looked at her suspiciously, "And how would you know if it's for Kakashi?"
Another look was sent and received.
"I saw your neck," she said simply.
Anko raised her hand self-consciously covering the mark with a reddened face.
"It's not like we're dating," she said, miffed that Kushina could so easily sniff out her motives.
At that, the Uzumaki snorted to the point of nearly blowing snot out her nose.
"What?" Anko asked, suspiciously eyeing the redhead as she recovered, "What was so funny?"
"Hm? You still have no idea?" Kushina's grin broadened even more so, "Why don't you ask if Kakashi would like to get married in the springtime? Or better yet, call him hubby and see how he reacts."
Anko paused.
"Are you...trying to insinuate what I think you're trying to?"
"Eh?" Kushina blinked dumbly, "Me?"
It took a moment for it to sink in.
Then another for her to realize what it meant.
Then a third for her to finally react.
"Eh!? Eh?" Anko's jaw went slack. "Me? Married to him? How did he even get the balls to ask me!?"
"It took months for him too," Kushina snickered, "Then, it finally got to the point that well, you told him that if he wasn't going to propose, you'd cut off his dick."
I want to remember! Anko inwardly cried, just piling on the jealousy of her past self for getting to be so lucky.
"I hope this visit goes well," she whispered giddily, "All the more chances to bribe him over ridiculous things!"
"He'll be happy to have you back," Kushina responded with a warm smile.
I hope so.