A Bad Time for Poor Judgement

Chapter 2

       Unforgiving rain lashed him as Kakashi ran towards the rendezvous point. Despite the grey fug that had descended on the landscape, he was contemplating cracking the sunglasses out as a bid to screen his eyes from the daylight. It was a cruel twist of fate to go from a state of dehydrated delerium to being saturated by water. Three hours? Hardly enough time to make it from his encampment to the coordinates

Had she slept? Is she feeling as shit me?

By Kakashi reckoning they were 1/3 kilometre away from the compound. A building so incongruous to that landscape, it was like a spoon nestled on a bed of grass. The archicture reminded him of a traditonal temple, with a tower located above a curved lintel. However, unlike a temple it was constructed entirely from glass and steel. It was an ideal spot for reconnaissance, the trees and the height of their position protected them from view.

Anko was already there.

"Kakashi, you're on time," she said, as she dropped from a tree, landing beside him. "Did someone set fire to your bed?"

With that the unformed apology lived and died on his lips and boy was he relieved.

"Hilarious."

Wearing something akin to the all black uniform of Anbu, though without a flak jacket or a chest guard. The sleeves of her uniform came to the wrist and the gloves were short. In place of the animal Anbu mask she had a fabric one pulled up over her nose. The mask revealed only her eyes, nothing affiliating her to the village...

"Yeah, I know," Anko chuckled. "I am your evil twin." He raised a brow, eye skimmed over her chest.

As if my twin would have tits that big.

Anko was spreading a hand drawn map on the ground. Kakashi crouched down, stunned to discover the detail.

"How did you do this?"

"Tiger. She works security."

"This is where they are manufacturing?"

"Yeah," Anko said, solemnly. "We only have a few hours to destroy the lab-"

"No, we don't." She was bemused. "What? It's why we are here!"

Kakashi held a hand up to stop her as he stood up.

"No, my mission is to bring you in without incident and what's to stop me just taking you back now."

"Who knew you were such a tease?" She said coldly. "Why the fuck did you help?"

It was a bloody good question -wasn't it? You hypocrite?

Shut up Hatake.

"Extract without incident Anko," he said, flatly. "Dragging you out of the club might have given the game away."

"Oh Kakashi," she hissed. "Do you think I'm going to let you drag me anywhere?" She laughed scornfully. "Really, do you think I'm just going to bend over, and hitch up my skirt and allow you to fuck me over?"

God, she really did have the filthiest mouth. And of course he had already fallen victim to her cheap, pop-psychology as the image of a docile and malleable Anko inviting him to do just that, took root in his mind.

"Give me the pass," Anko hissed, as she held out her hand."I'll do it alone."

"No."

"Kakashi, you have no idea what's at stake-"

"-So you plan on ruining a few nights out-"

In a flash, a kunai had been unsheathed, and the point at his throat. Skin broke under pressure from the tip and a sudden scent of blood was in the air. Anko bristled with killing intent. Kakashi was dicing with danger but he ignored the urge to dominate her all the same knowing doing nothing would piss Anko off most.

With a shove she pushed him, then the kunai sank into the ground. A deep breath, then another tact.

"Ajna isn't just a party drug. They are trying to synthethise a permanent chakra suppressant. Do you think it's an accident where they built the lab? In this diplomatic no man's land. "

"-so the intel goes back to Konoha and-"

"Konoha won't help- can't help us," she spat bitterly. "It's above even the Hokage's pay grade."

So Anko was metering out her own brand of justice. This was a dereliction of duty that wasn't a derilictuon of duty at all.

"Please Kakashi! " she whispered, supplicating him with the full force of her body. "Please, I am begging you! We have to act now. There's a reason you're here. What's a delay of a few days?"

Hands had worked themselves into his flak jacket as she pleaded, forcing him to look at her.

"Please Kakashi. You can put a fucking collar on me and and I will fucking crawl back to Tsunade on my hands and knees on a leash."

Her voice was breaking from emotion and tears fell freely down her face. Kakashi not sure if she was faking them or not, took a hold of her wrists to stop her half-throttling him and also as a means to calm her.

"Why Anko?" He asked her gently. "Why are you so desperate to end it?"

Her mask had fallen from her face, they were so close, as close as lovers, at this distance he could see the tears that clung to her eyelashes, the freckles on the bridge of her nose. Biting her lip as an answer formed.

Would it be the truth?

Kakashi's traced the outline of that mouth, enthralled by those full, sensual lips that were too wide for her face. Anko was a beguiling mix of emotion and it was hard not to moved.

"Orochimaru - it's his research. I've got to be the one-" she said nothing else.

"-Anko, forget about it," he whispered. "Is that your fate? Even if you succeed the only thing that is left is emptiness."

"Kakashi," she said, coldly. "I am not as self-indulgent as that. There's a reason for us to do it and if it's me doing it? Well, that's even better."

Had Tsunade given him an opportunity for catharsis? Or was his own history and experience affecting his judgement...

"Please trust me," she whispered, face softening.

Terrible idea, Hatake.

"Trust you?" Kakashi asked, as he unzipped his jacket and removed his forehead protector all the same. "You're a lunatic."

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