punctualy late

Editors Note: Yeah, i edited his opening paragraph. (lol) [oracle yori]

Author's Note: I'm sorry I didn't throw a lemon in, but its pretty much only a lime (don't flame me- just be patient) in this chapter, but hell if your reading this you're probably like me and have no life. When I do get to the lemon you will probably still be reading from this site. I also intended for it to be longer, but I've had loads of homework and haven't had the initiative to try and finish, so I cut it short ill pick up agen soon and hopefully finish the next chapter soon.

Warnings: (nothing has changed so insert the previous chapters warnings here) Could you imagine having sex for a day?

Now, much to everyones disappointment, I still don't own Naruto or my soul. That got leased to the bank to pay for school. I know many of you can sympathize.

Chapter 2: Dream

After watching Kakashi rush out door, Anko smirked to herself. “He'll be back.” Spoken to noone, but she needed to say it. She couldn't wait to take her compensation. “Sigh. Now what?” Anko reluctantly rolled out of bed. She needed to move the clock. If he could find it, what was the point? As long as it was there, he wouldn't feel the need to buy a watch. She settled on a new spot and flopped back into bed.

She grabbed a spare body pillow and curled herself up with it. “Stupid old pervert.” Her memory drifted back to when the Third came to question her further on her loss of time. He had asked to come in, probably hoping to corner her. Just as he crossed the threshold, Kakashi popped his head out of the bath room to ask where she kept the towels. That was the first time in her life that she thought about rearranging her home so something could be found in a logical place.

The Third had decided it would be better to excuse himself. His question having been answered. He had been kind enough to not mention the incident directly, but instead resorted to insinuations and seemingly innocent questions about their quiet relationship. At least he had the courtesy to do that since Kakashi was already the target of a abundance in rumors; ranging from what was under his mask, to his bizar relationship with Gia. Anko's social bullseye was even worse. Not many people trusted her due to her relationship with Orochimaru.

There in lay her favorite part of Kakashi. While he was still living with the ghosts of his original team, especially Obeta, he looked at how people were at the present, instead of dwelling on what they had done and mistakes they made. Then there was his face. That absolutely gorgous face that would give him a straight ticket into the pants of basically any woman he chose. If he wanted it. She giggled at the fact that it was all hers, and slowly slipped off into sleep.


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The day was cloudy. Anko looked out and hoped it cleared before the finals. She walked slowly, away from the Hokage's tower. “Damn it. What am I going to do for the next day and a half. It was about noon, and she didn't need to be at the arena till nine on Saturday. The actual exam wouldn't begin till ten. The first four rounds would be before noon, then lunch. At one she would begin the semi-finals with a intermission after that, which would last till the finals at three and the awords at four.

“Sigh... How the hell am I supposed to remember that, seriously? We don't need to force the guests into the market so they can buy stuff." She still had the problem of killing time. The bars were dull on a Thursday, and the chances of her actually getting any were zero to none unless she could find someone that was so nieve they didn't know her face, and raging drunk enough to not connect her name with the rumors.

That had worked twice. The other times she tried it, they simply ran off when she hit on them. She remembered the distinct smell of urine on more than one occasion. She definitely didn't feel like embarrassing herself, not to mension that on a Thursday people wouldn't be nearly shit faced enough for it to work. Friday wasn't a option either, since success ran the risk of oversleeping, and failure meant a raging hang over.

This would be her first time being an examiner, and she wanted to leave a good impresion. She could possibly dispel a little of the villagers' opinion. More importantly, that night would have bars filled with tourists coming to see the chuunin exam. The chance to score with the ref, plus the fact that most of the village was intimidated by her should give her a strong allure to a drunk but cute, she had her standards, tourist.


She gave another sigh. “What I wouldn't give for a good lay that will be there in the morning.” To spite her are excursions, she had yet to find a guy who would stick around, or even talk to her, once he realized what he had done. Then there was the fact that none of her subjects ever gave a shit about her. They were just looking for a quick lay. Even Orochimaru hadn't been that amazing.

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At first it had been amazing. She was like most of the girls her age, heart broken over Orochimaru. He was calm, talented, and mature. His asperations were a little bizarre, but in a way, that just made him more exotic. When he had asked her to his home she was extatic. That night she had lost her virginity. It had been painful. More than the fact that it was her first time. Orochimaru seemed to take pleasure in her pain, at first she found that bizarre and denied it.

Inevitably, she had to accept that he did enjoy her pain, but she still tollerated it. 'This is just how love is,' she had told herself until she believed it. He never just abused her. It seemed to just be a craving he had during sex, and he did make her feel good in the end.


The only time she actually questioned if he loved her back was when he gave her the curse seal. “No need to worry, this has made up for your lack of talent. Now you can become useful.” Hearing that her actual chances of survival were one in ten she was mortified. He didn't even seem relieved to see her get up like it was just.... conveniant. That was when she began questioning how he really felt about her. There had been others in the village who were getting the seal. Not many, only three people had, but that raised the question of how many had died.

Anko had no qualms about fighting or killing , but this was different. She debated telling someone. In the end she only argued with herself, and did nothing. Then he showed her his research. He asked her to find someone to bring in. He wanted them in the next week, but told her to wait as he had just brought back someone. Anko decided he had definitly crossed the line. She doubted a lot about Orochimaru, but that was all she could do.

The next day she went to the Hokage. She couldn't bring herself to tell him everything. She felt like she would be betraying him. In the end, she simply showed him the cursed seal, and explained what she knew about it. And who had given it to her. The Hokage had simply sealed it with grim look on his face. After she regained conciousness, he asked what she knew. “In the sewers, under his home, go to the old part that was left over from the Kyubi attack. There you will find the corpses of he missing people, and probably Orochimaru.

Later that night one of the others with the seal had come to her, and told her Orochimaru wanted to spend time with her that night, that she should wait at his home. She saw a glimmer of hope. If she could talk to him and convince him to surrender, maybe he could be saved from execution. The next day found Anko still waiting. When she went into the village, she found it rampant with news of Orochimaru's defection.

He had left her. The other two were gone as well. Apparently gone shortly after him. "Why didn't he come for me too?" This question left her crushed. Even if he was a lot older then her, and had some perverted fetishes, and deranged ideals, he was still the man she most adored. Then the cold realization that he had never felt anything for her set in, and she found how cruel the village could be. They knew she had turned him in. They didn't care. She was his lover. Girls who had also looked at him with longing now looked at her with disdain.

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In the end, she found no sympathy; just cold stares. So she stopped caring and forged ahead, taking pleasure in what she could accomplish. Coming out of her reflections she felt amazingly depressed. “Only one way out of this slump,” she said meant only to reasure herself. She then walked into the nearest liquer shop, and bought a handle of vodka.

Upon arrival at her small apartment she decided that an emty home was not the place to drink away her lonliness. She decided to spite the heavy clouds. The forest was the best place. No empty room and no quiet stares. She found a nice place overlooking the lake, and settled down under a tree.

She pulled out the bottle and the shot glass, contemplating the shot glass, she put it back in her pocket and opened the bottle. She took a deep swig. “Tough day at the stadium?” Anko choked on her drink and spat half of it out. She gave the look of death to the individual who had caused her private humiliation, not to mention the wasted booze. Sitting there seemingly unconscerned, was a silver haired shinobi wearing a black mask, holding a little orange book. She didn't recognize him in the slightest.

“Who are you again?” Kakashi's visible eye went a little wider, Anko new she had seen him before and that he was a jonin of the village. Most jonin knew the other jonin by both face and reputation, and any mentionings in a bingo book. "Why does he wear that mask if he isn't even doing anything important?" Her thoughts continued to spiral to random tangents of possible explanations for the mask till she heard a noise.

“Huh? You say something?” Kakashi's eye got a little bigger, and it seemed the only thing holding his mouth up was his mask. “I said, my name is Hatiti Kakashi, then i asked if you were listening. It appears that you live up to your reputation for absentmindedness.” "Where have i heard that name before?'' Then it struck her. The debate in the bar had raged on more than one occasion regarding what was under the mask of the infamous mirror ninja Kakashi. What made it worse is even the Third couldn't recall seeing him without a mask. One girl had actually claimed that he had sex with her, and kept the mask on. It was like it had been grafted there at birth.

Anko was bored, and was apparently not meant to have peace today, so she settled on having some fun instead. “Huh? Sorry, i wasn't listening.” She was awarded with a loud crash as Kakashi fell head first out of the tree. Anko couldn't help but giggle, getting under the skin of the static jonin was reputed to be harder than catching him late, and nearly as hard as getting under his mask. Having conqored the first challenge easily, she decided to try her luck. “So... Need something for the pain?” Kakashi looked more then a little suspicious as he rubbed the massive bump on his head.

Anko simply pulled out her glass and filled it. Even if she couldn't find someone at the bar, she could at least get the truth behind the gossip. At least he had spoken to her, instead of ignoring her. There was hope for her day yet. “Hmm, well, I suppose it wold help.” Anko couldn't believe it. The legendary masked ninja was letting it go that easily. How could someone not think of this before. Her musing stopped as she watched Kakashi drain the glass in a practiced swig through the mask.

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Hehehe i probably cooed have thrown some of this in with the first chapter as i wrote half of it the same night as the first chapter but hell for that mater i cooed have wrote the two subsequent chapters if i had initiative but Im a lazy bastard like that and i wanted sleep at three am with class at eight, but honestly they do make more sens (at least in my twisted little mind) seprit plus i get to listen to your reviews and decide if i want to scratch a tangent and go with something people will like more and before you ask no Kakashi will not leave Anko so this can turn into ANOTHER yaoi. But sereosly i do reed reviews and if you have a twist you want to see say so and i might work it in (or if i like it and cant i may write another story later to throw it in) and sins Im ahead of the curve (at least as far as knowing where the story will wind up in each of the next few chapters) if i get sufficient reviews i may feel confident enofe to get the next chapter pumped out like Gia on Kakashi's ass. O_O yes that was foreshadowing to what is a surprise you have to reed chapter five or so so find out what it is. (no i haven't written it yet but i do know some of the events so ha) anyway enofe of my rants go reed someone elsis stuff sorry my bauble is so long you probably got to the end and weer still looking foreword to a good half page worth of smut i mean story. Hehehe sorry my bad, o and another thing.....