Thread: An (Eventual) Anko x Kakashi Fanfic by LadyYunaFFX2

DISCLAIMER I do not own 'Naruto' or any of the characters. So don't sue me, please. Chapter IX The next four days had come and gone rather swiftly, more so than either Anko and Kakashi had expected. However, the Copy Cat shinobi kept to his word --- and not just regarding the date but updating her on what had happened while she'd been away and unconscious during the war. He didn't need to activate his Sharingan to know it'd practically depressed her. Then again, there were few other reactions he could have seen coming. Still, he hoped that tonight and his words before her dismissal from the hospital would assist Anko's mindset. It's not your fault .. The words echoed in both of the ninja's minds, though at the moment, it was repeating the strongest within the Special Jounin's. After having spent the past seventy-two hours healing up, regaining her strength, and being watched to ensure her vitals remained stable, she was incredibly relieved by this point to be out of the hospital bed. But even whilst in her small apartment, the pupiless eyes of the Sannin's former and first student were glancing down, as if trying to go past her floor and to the ground underneath them. The sheer knowledge that Orochimaru was still out and about, still alive was doing anything but making her less anxious. Thinking of the date, however, was helping to some degrees. Her head finally shook as the survivalist got up to her feet. No use in over-thinking on it all ... She murmured to herself, exhaling softly. There were still several hours left before Kakashi would arrive. Though Anko doubted she would need all of that time, she would need some of it. More from habit than anything, she headed to her room and checked the wardrobe in her closet. Sure enough, there were clean versions but all of the same outfit. Her head slowly shook no from side to side. No no, that won't do. She murmured. This is a date after all, not work. She reminded herself. But then ... what should she wear? It suddenly dawned on Anko that she had no idea on how to go about this. And it all made her damn well nearly panic. Shit! Maybe I will need all of that time. Damn, damn, damn now what? Thankfully, an idea came to her. Hopefully, though, she wouldn't disturb the reply as it came in the form of a person another whom had religiously visited her during the hospital stay. More than that though, it was someone whom Anko had wanted to check up on anyways. If nothing else, she could do that much if not get fashion advice. After a brief but thorough enough pat down and feeling she had her keys to return back here when the visit was done, she darted out of her door and for the new destination. Upon arriving, she gave a gentle knock, panting softly as her heart raced in anticipation. A light groan would be the first thing that caught Anko's ears but as the door opened to reveal raven hair and crimson eyes gazing upon her, both women smiled at one another. Anko-imouto. It's good to see you on your two feet again. And without anymore negative noises leaving the former sensei's lips, Kurenai pulled her childhood friend into a gentle embrace then moved away, giving her a polite nod. Please, do come in. Thank you. Her eyes snuck a quick glance to her stomach then back up. How have .. you been anyways? Oh dear lord. She replied, a weary sigh leaving with a chuckle following. After closing the door, she sat eagerly upon a nearby couch. I'm so ready to be done with this pregnancy. Her head gazed down, shook quickly but gently, before she looked back up to Anko. Never mind that. At any rate, are you really here just to see me? ... You never were one to beat around the bush I suppose. Anko retorted, her own slightly anxious chuckle passing her lips. Well, no actually. I ... well ... need advice. The reply made Kurenai unable to help but raise an eyebrow. If any bit of attention had been elsewhere, it was now strictly upon her friend. Oh? This is new. Usually I go to you for this sorta thing. Go on. Um ... Anko's pulse began to quicken. It only began to dawn upon her just how odd this would sound and even more how it would actually be. And there had been few things that had been able to take the Special Jounin aback like this ever before. Her fists clenched as she finally managed to quickly get out the reply, Fashion advice. And she could easily see the look in Kurenai's eyes that was asking what she meant or why. So before the woman could inquire, she revealed that as well. .. I'm going on a date tonight. But I want to look more .... appropriate? Had that been the right word? She never got to figure it out. After a brief pause, there was a chuckle and she was pulled in another hug. Congratulations, imouto. About damn time, I might add. Kurenai replied, a small smirk upon her lips. With practically no hesitation, the question Anko had been trying to mentally prepare to answer was soon heard. So .... don't leave me hanging. Who is it? Anko didn't need a mirror by this point to know she was definitely blushing. She'd been resisting the urge .. but now it was far too late. Her eyes managed to look right into the crimson ones as she managed to find her voice. The determined hints of resolve would prove that despite her reactions, the Special Jounin was dead serious. ... Kakashi-san. ... Really now? It was clear that at first, Kurenai had indeed some doubts. But she wouldn't dare question her childhood friend, not when she saw that look and heard that tone. It was somewhat ironic. Before she had hooked up with Asuma, many others believed that it would be the genjutsu user that would end up with Konoha's Copy Cat Shinobi. All the same, she didn't regret it or envy Anko. In fact, she was genuinely happy for her. Well, smack him for me if he dares to be late tonight, okay? Now then ... She began to look up and down, realizing her friend was losing time as each second ticked away. Well .. first off ... And as she began to speak up, Kakashi was doing a similar task. He, too, was in the midst of trying to prepare for the date. It'd start simple, just with dinner though not at his place. He would not only spoil Anko but himself a bit. Gods knew both - everyone really in Konoha - needed such a treatment after the harsh war. Alas though, Kakashi wasn't much better off than Anko in his wardrobe, or lack of. Aside from copies of his own usual attire, he also had his ANBU outfit .. but none of those would be needed tonight. He sighed in slight annoyance before getting up to his own feet. It was a rare thing that Kakashi did but tonight would be one. He had to head out and shop for new clothing. .. Change isn't always bad. He tried to reassure himself, walking inside. Tonight, he wasn't going to be a ninja on duty but a gentleman of sorts. All the same, the restaurant wasn't too fancy. So he could go for a .. casual look? Yes, that seemed appropriate enough. Nodding gently to himself, he began browsing for a nice pair of blue jeans, a black polo t-shirt, along with different shoes and socks. After paying for the new clothing, he headed back to his own place. With several hours left to kill, he spent the rest of his time reading up until it drew closer to him needing to change into the new clothes. By the time it was thirty minutes until he was to arrive, poor Anko had barely finished figuring out what to do after hearing all the suggestions and glancing among all the outfits - ironically enough - in the same store that Kakashi had been in. But with the men and women's sections being so far apart and her focus on all the wardrobes in front of her, she hadn't noticed him slip in and out. Damnit, I wish Kurenai had come along ... She murmured, sighing as she ran a hand through her dark hair. Her friend had at least been able to give quite an amount of good hints and thoughts, including letting her hair down and seeing about finding a nice dress. In the end, though, she needed to catch up on her rest. The pregnancy had made her damn tired .. or so she'd insisted. Thus, Anko had been doing all of the shopping alone despite wanting to be anything but that at the moment. As her eyes glanced around, some of Kurenai's advise echoed in her mind once again. Nothing too sleazy but nothing too boring ... The words had sounded so very simple but to actually find anything that matched the description had been much easier of a task to accomplish. Thankfully, though, the kunoichi was almost certain she'd found the perfect dress to buy. It was crimson in color and had straps, albeit very thin. It stopped a bit below her kneecaps, showing a bit of her skin - mainly the shoulder and upper body - off but yet keeping herself modest enough. Were it not for the fact she almost never splurged her money, the price would have made her cringe a lot more. Despite her uncertainties, Anko had convinced herself to grab some hose and a pair of black heels. They weren't too tall -- or so she hoped -- to avoid stumbling and falling in them like a fool. A deep exhale passed her lips as she finished paying up and slowly, Anko began to head back to her apartment. .. Am I really doing this? She asked herself, amusement mingled in with anxiety. To think that her of all people was seriously about to go on a date ... it felt like a dream. But as she pulled the new dress, shoes, and hose all out and laid them gently upon her bed, it all suggested that if anything, this was very much real. After glancing upon the new clothes, she finally began to strip out of her more typical attire and into the new one, ensuring to be careful with the foreign fabric. No sooner than she'd made a clone to help with the zipper in the back did her doorbell ring. Her heart raced more. Oh dear gods, I really am ... She murmured softly. Pupiless orbs managed to sneak over and note that actually, Kakashi was early . That alone made her smile, knowing not only she was happy to note this but Kurenai would definitely be as pleased as herself. Another deep exhale left Anko's lips and then, her feet began to guide her towards the door. Her hand shook slightly as it grasped the handle, turned it and steadily opened it. Well .. here goes everything and nothing I suppose .. She mused to herself, her pulse quickening even more as she began to find herself soon gazing right at her date.