![]() ![]() And then he dreams, of darkness and flame, blood on his fingers as he presses them to his cheek and the pale, worried faces of his teammates in the moonlight of the Forest of Death. "Almost sounds like you're defending yourself, doesn't it?" If you don't want to be here - " and here she jiggles her key in the door exactly three times, prompting a loud groan and the sounds of yielding hinges, "you can leave." Ichiraku's every day was going to leave me broke, and I think the old man was about to kick us out anyway. ![]() We are going to sit down, and we are going to eat. Her voice is suddenly calm, strangely pleasant, and completely terrifying. Why am I going here? Aw, man, I can't - " "I can't believe I'm going here," Naruto complains, walking up the unkempt path to the lower complex, shuffling his feet and kicking a few stones on the way. ![]() He should've known this is when she'd ask him back to her apartment. So Anko doesn't act suspiciously and he's not suspicious of her. ![]() Especially when the person you're supposed to be watching can match you bowl for bowl. It's a hard deal for awhile, given Naruto's lack of subtlety and Anko unabashedly cuffing him a good one and sending him face-first into his noodles ("you think I can't see you looking?!"), but, as all things do, they fallen into a pattern, and Naruto discovers that it's hard to be on your guard 24/7, anyway. They reach a mutual, if not terribly quiet, agreement - Anko pays for his meals and doesn't complain when he slurps, burps, or chews with his mouth open, and in turn, Naruto stops giving her suspicious sideways glances like she's going to whip out a kunai and give him a matching cut on the other cheek. And it is the next day, when Anko treats him again, and the day after that, when Anko foots his dinner bill. "What the hell kind of - well, yeah, okay. "Are you stalking me or something?" Naruto demands.Īnko considers her lollipop thoughtfully, swings her legs. Naruto goes to visit Iruka and she's at the Academy, too, sitting on a rail and licking a lollipop like it's going out of style, and when she sees him, she gives him a little nod. She walks along the top of the bridge twenty times in an hour. She lounges in the bookstore, the Hokage building, the juice stands she's in the streets, always in the corner of his eye, and she's sprawled in a sunny spot of grass where Naruto likes to train. Naruto sees a lot of her over the next few days. One guy gives a quiet, amused snort, as if to say been there, know how you feel.Īnko, however, just looks his way, squints into the sunlight - and grins. It isn't, perhaps, the most polite thing to say, but that's never stopped Naruto before, so when he sees a scowling, irritated, and oddly familiar face leaning against the door of Ichiraku, he doesn't think twice about pointing and yelling, "Hey, hey, it's that creepy death lady! Wasn't she from the chuunin exams?"Ī couple of people beside him glare. Also, I seem to like ending things with a kiss. Well, first she bemoans her lack of nocturnal friends, and then she wishes she had a social life that extended into the morning hours, and then she realizes that the rest of the world isn't on Jobless High School Dropout time, but then, then, she wants to write KakaSasu and she sees temps_mort's cooking challenge and she promised mattador some Naruto/Anko, and she, my sleeping wenches, whips up a couple thousand words in a couple hours. What does Wolfie do when it's 3am and not a single one of you bitches is online? ![]()
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