[Log]
Characters: Kankurou and Anko
Date: Thursday, April 2nd
Location: The Cena Residence
Rating: PG-13 to start
Warnings/Notes: Language, Probably Violence
Summary: Anko finally returns home
The past few days had passed in an odd sort of blur.
Pure temper had led her out the door -originally to demolish the little weapon seller's shop- but before she realized it she had ended up at their place in Celo. And rather then sticking around where she could so easily be found, she had continued on into Ceno, probably the least likely place she would have gone had anyone been out looking for her.
It had been a painful blow, seeing some stranger's random note of her significant other being passed out cold on her couch while Anko had assumed his absence had been for the random business matter. He'd never given her any reason to question his acts before, why would she start now? Insanely jealous and protective as she may be, there was no reason to doubt his comings and goings.
But that was before.
And now her mind was teeming with the possibilities of how many times before had she been so blindly trusting of his whereabouts? Perhaps this was simply the one time he had been found out. It alternately tore at her heart and infuriated her past comprehension, especially since it was Kankurou who was the one who typically did not trust her whereabouts or actions at all times. But even despite the few white lies she had told to get around certain requests he had made in relation to her getting her job done (or that nasty little time where she was two steps from going completely bat shit crazy with that virus), Anko had never stepped over that invisible line that constituted cheating or anything closely resembling it.
Four days she had wandered about, spending a great deal of time back in an apartment that still remained vacant since the last time she had been there. Bloodstains still marred the floor from where she had reenacted her revenge against the troops who'd thought to raise a hand against someone she cared for before they had locked him away. Their old makeshift bedroom with the pile of linens still in place, though dusty and taken over by the mice who'd taken residence of the place.
Destruction and mayhem sounded like a good idea at first, but it soured quickly and day faded into night, leaving Anko alone with the traitorous thoughts running around in her head. For a brief moment, she had even entertained the idea of tracking down her old friend, having sought out the information on a whim just to see where Kurenai had been stationed should Anko feel the need to seek her out and apologize for before. It seemed like a win-win situation really, either she'd be shot on sight, taken into custody and then shot or if nothing else they'd beat the hell out of one another and then she could vent out all of her woes over a couple bottles of cheap liquor. But sadly the effort it took was too great and so wrapped in her melancholy, Anko wasn't interested.
If nothing else, she'd proven herself just as foolish as before, barely having slept nor eaten while she moped about listlessly. Soon enough though, she tired of the constant worry of being found in the untouchable district, and gradually made her way back home. Anko's initial temper had long since cooled, and she no longer worried about breaking that first promise she had made to Kankurou. She was not going to be run out of her home, and whether or not he would be there waiting or already left to be with his new whore, her home was still her home.
That, and dammit she longed for a hot fucking shower. Lack of sleep and food didn't phase her nearly as much, but the rain that was pouring down as she strolled back through the streets of Cena were a poor substitute for hot water. Her clothes clung wetly to her skin and her hip burned like a bitch from a brief scuffle brought on by a couple of drunks thinking a woman alone was going to be fair game, but there was at least a small comfort to be found by coming home.
Pushing open her door, Anko didn't even bother glancing about for Kankurou or any tell-tale signs of whether or not he had left, she merely remained intent on her bathroom and the shower it held, making a beeline for the small room before discarding her clothes and stepping under the hot water.
Date: Thursday, April 2nd
Location: The Cena Residence
Rating: PG-13 to start
Warnings/Notes: Language, Probably Violence
Summary: Anko finally returns home
The past few days had passed in an odd sort of blur.
Pure temper had led her out the door -originally to demolish the little weapon seller's shop- but before she realized it she had ended up at their place in Celo. And rather then sticking around where she could so easily be found, she had continued on into Ceno, probably the least likely place she would have gone had anyone been out looking for her.
It had been a painful blow, seeing some stranger's random note of her significant other being passed out cold on her couch while Anko had assumed his absence had been for the random business matter. He'd never given her any reason to question his acts before, why would she start now? Insanely jealous and protective as she may be, there was no reason to doubt his comings and goings.
But that was before.
And now her mind was teeming with the possibilities of how many times before had she been so blindly trusting of his whereabouts? Perhaps this was simply the one time he had been found out. It alternately tore at her heart and infuriated her past comprehension, especially since it was Kankurou who was the one who typically did not trust her whereabouts or actions at all times. But even despite the few white lies she had told to get around certain requests he had made in relation to her getting her job done (or that nasty little time where she was two steps from going completely bat shit crazy with that virus), Anko had never stepped over that invisible line that constituted cheating or anything closely resembling it.
Four days she had wandered about, spending a great deal of time back in an apartment that still remained vacant since the last time she had been there. Bloodstains still marred the floor from where she had reenacted her revenge against the troops who'd thought to raise a hand against someone she cared for before they had locked him away. Their old makeshift bedroom with the pile of linens still in place, though dusty and taken over by the mice who'd taken residence of the place.
Destruction and mayhem sounded like a good idea at first, but it soured quickly and day faded into night, leaving Anko alone with the traitorous thoughts running around in her head. For a brief moment, she had even entertained the idea of tracking down her old friend, having sought out the information on a whim just to see where Kurenai had been stationed should Anko feel the need to seek her out and apologize for before. It seemed like a win-win situation really, either she'd be shot on sight, taken into custody and then shot or if nothing else they'd beat the hell out of one another and then she could vent out all of her woes over a couple bottles of cheap liquor. But sadly the effort it took was too great and so wrapped in her melancholy, Anko wasn't interested.
If nothing else, she'd proven herself just as foolish as before, barely having slept nor eaten while she moped about listlessly. Soon enough though, she tired of the constant worry of being found in the untouchable district, and gradually made her way back home. Anko's initial temper had long since cooled, and she no longer worried about breaking that first promise she had made to Kankurou. She was not going to be run out of her home, and whether or not he would be there waiting or already left to be with his new whore, her home was still her home.
That, and dammit she longed for a hot fucking shower. Lack of sleep and food didn't phase her nearly as much, but the rain that was pouring down as she strolled back through the streets of Cena were a poor substitute for hot water. Her clothes clung wetly to her skin and her hip burned like a bitch from a brief scuffle brought on by a couple of drunks thinking a woman alone was going to be fair game, but there was at least a small comfort to be found by coming home.
Pushing open her door, Anko didn't even bother glancing about for Kankurou or any tell-tale signs of whether or not he had left, she merely remained intent on her bathroom and the shower it held, making a beeline for the small room before discarding her clothes and stepping under the hot water.