ANKO
Due to noninvasively torturing Haku-kun and Karin-chan for any relevant information or confirmations Konoha has in their foreign intelligence records, Anko knows Uzumaki Naruto-kun lives in the Chūnin-sensei, Umino Iruka's home. Given the late hour, she had expected him to be home, however, when she's certain no one was home, the curvaceous kunoichi left.
Unfortunately, Naruto's living situation is all she knows about the blond boy's day-to-day. Aside from being the Jinchūriki, his favorite food stall, and declarations of becoming Hokage, she doesn't know his hangouts or preferences, which makes finding him on a random night difficult. Walking the path from Iruka's residence through the shinobi's residential area, Anko decides to postpone her search for the boy for the rare opportunity to see her babe, who lives nearby.
Being a proctor for the Chūnin exams on top of her work as a special Jōnin for T.I.F. she hasn't had much time for anything of late, let alone nights out with her beautiful friend. They had chatted in the tower during the second test, however, it was never long conversations before one of them needed to be somewhere. As such, Anko's steps are upbeat at the thought of surprising her best friend.
At the same time, she grows more and more concerned when she detects uncoordinated mud-skidding footmarks and the small smears of blood on the floor that seem to lead to Kurenai's house. Seeing blood in a ninja village is nothing new, however, Anko held her breath at the sight of indistinct bloody sandal-prints trailing into her dearest friend's open door. Anko rushes up the pathway only to stop dead in her tracks at the sight of her twenty-four-year-old raven-haired friend full-on kiss the bloodied blond subject she'd been searching for.
A good interrogator always has questions. They can question anything, however, at that moment, a wide-eyed Anko was bombarded with so many of them, she simply could think to speak until her beautiful friends pulls away and warmly welcomes the boy home with a tenderness that absolutely blew the special Jōnin's mind. At that point, in an extreme effort to understand the alien evidence of love and affection in front of her, Anko first needed to ascertain, "uh, did you just kiss a damn kid?"
Though the blond passed out, Anko's acute attention was on Kurenai's wide red eyes, tight jaws, tense shoulders, and rapid breathing. Even her long hair seemed to stand up in shock. Kurenai's physical tells couldn't scream louder that she got caught than if she actually used her voice to scream so.
And the debauched maniac within Anko wanted to know everything!
Smiling, broadly, a giddy Anko hops over on her tippy toes, light as air, swinging her arms merrily, and sweetly asks, "oh, no, Kure-neechee-ahhnn," she starts, cutely emphasizing the suffix. "What happened to him?"
Though Kurenai can tell Anko is nearly maniacal trying to restrain her urge to laugh out loud, she disregards the interrogator's game to state in a detached tone, "remove his clothes while I get my med kit."
Magically sliding her kunai out of the sleeve of her brown coat into her nimble fingers, Anko carefully, yet expertly, cuts into the unconscious blond's clothes as she wonders aloud, "I hope he doesn't mind if I'm the one removing his clothes."
Once she removed the slant that is his jacket, wire-mesh shirt, and pants, Anko sobers up a little as Kurenai returns with all her supplies. Uzumaki had a fair amount of injuries, and it was especially interesting to see the gash at his chest and the hole through his left hand slowly close up upon being properly cleaned. Preserving the silence as her friend worked, Anko stood by as Kurenai cleaned every wound on the blond with a sponge, disinfected his wounds, and carefully wrapped up the injured area in gauze. She still had a million questions but she could wait. There was an injured Konoha shinobi that needed tending to first.
Observing her friend gave Anko plenty of time to recall Kurenai's behavior as of late. Like many of their friends, and to Genma's dread, they all assumed Kurenai and Asuma would be an item again after the Bitch-Princess from hell left. That was six months ago and even if it took Kurenai a few moons to forgive Asuma for shutting her out like that, she had expected to see the happy couple together by now. They all had and it affected Anko when they hadn't.
Anko didn't know why she needed them together, exactly, but Kurenai's happiness somehow felt connected to her own, as if allowing the tainted and disgraced special Jōnin to live the best of both worlds; the happiness of commitment vicariously through Kurenai, as well as independently with the occasional romp whenever she wanted. After all, it wasn't as if she could find that on her own after Orochimaru.
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