Tomorrow is Your Forever

I don’t own Naruto, any of its characters nor do I profit from my fics

Thank god I finally worked in an update! I apologize for the lengthy delay.

There was a knock at the door.

“Come in!” Anko yelled from the bedroom. The door opened, it was Asuma and Kurenai.

“Anko? Kakashi? Where are you?” Kurenai asked.

“We’re back here in the bedroom.” Anko answered.

“Is it safe to come back there?” Asuma asked.

“Yes!” Anko yelled. And so Kurenai and Asuma made their way through the house. Kurenai gasped.

“Oh my god! What are you two doing to that kimono! Iruka is going to shit his pants when he sees this!” Kurenai said. What she saw was Kakashi pinning the kimono up approximately 8 inches above Anko’s knees.

“Well, we got to thinking and we kind of decided that maybe the kimono should be a little shorter.” Anko answered, making certain her beautiful legs were being shown.

“Anko, there’s shorter and then there’s slut short.” Kurenai answered.

“Yeah, I’m going for the second option.” Anko said confidently, looking at the multiple numbers of pins Kakashi had stuck all around her. Iruka was coming over later that evening and Kurenai was certain he would have a heart attack when he saw the beautiful embroidery of the kimono bustled at Anko’s hip.
“Well, anyway, tell us if you’re growing a boy or a girl.” Anko not sparing any modesty at all and began peeling the kimono slowly off of her, careful not to disturb any of the pins.”

“We decided not to find out until the baby is born.” Asuma said.

“What!? Why are you going to torture us like that!” Anko said spinning around to face both of them.

“Anko would you like your shirt that I’m sitting on?” Asuma asked. At least Anko was wearing a bra this time.”

“We knew you would flip out and Iruka won’t like that either but we decided to wait.” Kurenai said.

“You know, you could have told me in secret, I won’t see the baby come out of you.” Kakashi said.

“Neither will Iruka so you two can sit around and wait.” Kurenai told him. Their conversation was interrupted and Anko was stuck in the kimono from the waist down because the pins had her trapped. Kurenai went to answer the door because she knew it was Iruka. He immediately followed Kurenai into the bedroom; Kurenai did it on purpose because she wanted him to see the kimono murder.

“You know, I really like what you two have….OH MY GOD! WHAT THE HELL!” Iruka flipped out at the sight of Anko stuck in the sabotaged kimono in her purple bra. “WHAT…WHEN….WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!” Iruka’s voice had gotten all squeaky. Then he looked at Kakashi who was still holding on to a fabric tomato with pins stuck all over it. “You! You’re an accomplice!” he said.

“Um….no I’m not?” Kakashi said handing the pins to Asuma.

“Mitarashi Anko! You can’t do that to a wedding kimono!” Anko rolled her eyes at Iruka.

“Iruka I can kick your ass and you know it. So let me figure out a way to get out of this thing and we’ll go into the kitchen and do what we all met to do.”

Twenty minutes later Kurenai, Asuma, Kakashi, Anko and Iruka were gathered around the kitchen table. Tonight was their poker game and it with Kurenai’s due date creeping closer, they needed to discuss their hospital plans.

“So you two are getting married before or after I have this baby?” Kurenai asked.

“Do you want to be able to drink alcohol until you end up topless in the middle of town cussing at everyone that passes you?” There was a long pause as Anko felt all eyes on her. “Well, not that that ever happened to me...okay maybe that happened….once.”
“Well, I would like to drink like crazy at your wedding, but don’t let my pregnancy change the date.” Kurenai said cutting the deck of cards.

“No, we’ll wait. We’ll need a bunch of drunks at our wedding because that way we won’t look out of place.” Kakashi said.

“Okay, I’ve come to conclusion….you two are….really unconventional.” Iruka said.

“What you’re just now figuring this out?” Anko asked sarcastically.

“Will you two even remember anything that happens on your wedding day?” Iruka continued.

“Yes, you’re going to capture everything on videotape…everything.” Anko insisted. Anko was the poker master because she was the master of deception when she needed to be. She could convince her opponents that she was winning when in fact, she was losing and vice versa…she had won a lot of money playing poker and honestly Hokage Tsunade was starting to take poker lessons from Anko because Tsunade was such a lousy gambler.

“So, Anko are you going to let me do your wedding day makeup?” Kurenai asked with shinning eyes.

“Didn’t I tell you that I don’t want to be all dolled up? Besides, sometimes I sweat like a whore when I have sex and I don’t want eyeliner running down my cheeks, then I’ll just look like a whore who’s on crack.” Anko once again had such a way with words.

“Why would you be having sex at your wedding?” Iruka asked.

“Why wouldn’t I?” was Anko’s rebuttal. Kakashi was staying far out of this conversation. And so the card game extended into the evening and the conversation only became more bizarre, of course any conversation with Anko in it usually ended up bizarre.

“Oh my god! You can’t play cards worth shit!” Anko said to her husband to be.

“That was a good hand!” Kakashi insisted.

“That was shittiest hand anyone has had all night. You need a poker tutor and I refuse.” Anko insisted.

“You better be glad I love you, young lady.” Kakashi scolded her.

“You better be glad I’ll still sleep with you tonight in spite of your shitty card playing skills.” Anko winked.