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who I am  

The first day of winter ≧◡≦  

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At the hot springs in the mountains Tayori …

song to the picture :  

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1xhX4AJa4Yw

 ◉ Какой я есть/ I am  

She was pressing, pushing buttons she shouldn’t. Anko picked up her pace, stepping in front of him, and stopped in his way. 

As much as he didn’t want to admit it, Anko’s words were hitting a nerve. She was pouring salt in a wound that hadn’t healed -- that would never heal and she rubbed it in as well. Every insecurity that had rose from that horrible mission was being touched upon. All of a sudden, he was feeling weak and vulnerable. 

And he hated it. 

He nearly growled once the purple-haired girl stepped in his way. “I won’t let my comrades die,” Kakashi answered with a hard glare. “But if you’re so worried, then don’t trust me. It doesn’t matter to me either way.” He maneuvered around her, but stopped once they stood side by side. 

2: all over kiss

3: back kiss

4: cheek kiss

5: eyelid kiss

6: fingers kiss

7: firm kiss

8: first kiss

9: forehead kiss

10: french kiss

11: gentle kiss

12: ghost kiss

13: hand kiss

14: jawline kiss

15: last kiss

16: neck kiss

17: rain kiss

18: stomach kiss

19: underwater kiss

Anko wondered if the man realized what he had wrought upon himself, if he had any idea of what would be coming. Did he expect this - child soldiers sent in the night to take his legacy from him?

She wondered if it was stupid to do this, to take something so precious from a man so powerful, and give him time to plot his revenge before coming back to kill him.

“What will you do if his daughter is cute?” She asked Hatake as their group disbands, the other shinobi separating to grab their things. “If she cries and asks you to spare her. Will you do it?”

Anko slid from the crate, and turned to look at him. “I bet you will. I bet you’ll hesitate and botch the whole thing.”

The team began to disband to rest for the mission the next day. Their Commander had finished going over the rules and gave them one last piece of advice. 

(”Don’t fuck up.”) 

Kakashi stood up straight from his previous slouched position. Although his expression was as blank as ever, he was rather against the idea of killing a young girl just because her father was the Iwa Daimyo. It seemed incredibly unfair that she had to perish simply due to the fact that she shared the same blood as their enemy. But she is our enemy, an inner voice challenged. This is our mission. He pushed the thought away and slowly exhaled as he bent down to grab his things.

It wasn’t until he heard Anko speak that he turned towards her, not letting his eyes betray the slight irritation he was feeling at this doubt of his abilities. “Don’t pretend to understand me, Anko-san,” was all the answer he provided before he began to walk back to his tent.

However, as he did, he couldn’t help but think back on the girl’s words. He wished he could hesitate; he wished that he didn’t have to take someone else’s life. After all the death that he’s seen already, he didn’t want to be a part of another. But he couldn’t think like that.

Kakashi had never really known much about Mitarashi Anko. Back in the academy, he had recalled seeing her a few times, but they had never exchanged any sort of pleasantries. After all, they were quite different personality wise, but there was always something about her that drew his attention. Something dark that lingered below the surface.

“All right, listen up. Now that we’re all here, imma go over a few basics for everyone,” the shinobi dressed in grey and black began. The contrast of his bright green eyes against his jet black hair would have been unnerving if not for the fact that most of the people there had seen much worse things in life. “I’m Watanabe Hideaki but you’ll know me as the Commander for this unit. Due to the skills you possess, you’ve been placed here as a member of the Strike Squad. Need to know what that means? It means we go in, kill the people trying to kill us then get out.”

One woman asked, “So we’re an assassination team?”