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[dango_diva]

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

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[puppet_facade]

Kankurou had folded his arms across his chest in a stubborn stance, almost like a shield of sorts in trying to go up against Anko and her words. It was eventually going to fail, he knew that, but it was worth a try in the beginning. His brows slightly narrowed at the blatant marks that were fresh over certain areas, like that nasty cut on her hip that she seemed to be stretching with every step. Kankurou winced for her when she didn't and some bruises here and there with an ironic set of torn knuckles to complete it all.

"Surprised you came back," was the quick retaliating answer. Kankurou thought it best to slip the knives he had bought for her into his back pocket before he came in to look for her, but now as he stepped towards her and her naked form, he mildly wondered what she would do if she found them.

Kill him? Injure him? He would take the risks, all of it, because that's what he always did, didn't he? Whether it was solely for her or for him, or even for the both of them. He would take it.

He caught one of her wrists and used his height over hers to snatch the antiseptic and cotton balls from the cupboard before she could get it, setting them down on top of the sink. Kankurou didn't give a shit if she was going to retaliate or not, but some of this injury was because of him and he'd get her patched up if that was the last thing he did.

"Sit down," he told her in a firm, yet neutral tone. (Well, it might've been a little bit pushy, but who the fuck cared right now, seriously?)

[dango_diva]

The fact that she lived here didn't seem important enough to point out, not when within a few days Kankurou had apparently grown some set of balls, or at least he might have thought he did the way he was ordering her around. She had opened her mouth to snap at him when he had first wrapped his fingers around her wrist, but the odd texture of his grip silenced her. Her scowl darkened at the bandage encompassing his hand and while curiosity demanded an answer, Anko pursed her lips tightly to refrain from asking.

It was probably just something stupid like trying to light one of his damned cigarettes after spilling some booze on himself.

"You don't get to tell me what to do. And I can do it myself," she bit back testily, glaring at the cotton balls mutinously. She didn't want him doing this stuff. She was still furious over the whole situation, but it was difficult to remain objective with him hovering around her with innocuously bandaged hands and trying to patch her up like he had done countless times before when she came home all battered.

[puppet_facade]

The words were quick to leap onto Kankurou's tongue, quick to tell her that she was really pushing it and shouldn't do so unless she wanted him to duct-tape her onto the toilet seat and get shit done. Either that or she would just have to do with his tranqs before he felt it safe to revive her. However, in the end there were no words that came out of his mouth other than a little bit of pressure on her wrist to hopefully shut her up and let him do his thing.

Like before, he was trying.

One wrist in his hand, his other unscrewed the antiseptic bottle and messily poured it over the cotton balls, then grabbing one, he jerked her hand over and cleaned the raw skin, not caring if she was hurting or not. He just didn't care right now.

[dango_diva]

A sharp hiss snuck through her teeth, something that could either be attributed to the fact that she was being so obviously ignored, or for the sharp sting of antiseptic. Either way, neither were improving her already sour mood, that was for damned sure. Digging her fingernails into her palm, she tried to restrain the urge to snatch her hand back and plant it in his face instead, trying to retain some sort of levelheadedness that had kept there from being no dead bodies strewn behind her as she had traveled.

"This isn't necessary," she muttered, not fully content to let it go. She didn't snatch her hand away for fear of striking out but at the same token she wasn't exactly pleased with him invading her space.

[puppet_facade]

Kankurou was impassive to Anko's pain, not even stopping when he knew he should be gentle. Right now he was beyond caring and he just wanted to get this over with, this part where he was supposed to show her that he still cared, but he was beyond caring. Beyond taking whatever she wanted to say to him to heart and bang his head on the wall in consequence of doing so, just because it hurt just so damn much for her to not trust him. Maybe she was doing this on purpose, to give him a taste of his own medicine.

Right now he just wanted to stop the bleeding. Close the wounds that he knew were obviously caused by him.

"Like fuck it isn't," he finally allowed himself to mutter underneath his breath as a second cotton ball came to replace to first, before following it into the sink. He took up the long roll of bandages with one hand and wrapped it firmly around her hand, making sure all angles were covered before using his teeth to cut it, and then he tied it. Like he had done so, so many times before.

"Other one." His hand was out and ready to take care of her other one. One down, still several to go.

[dango_diva]

"You're pushing it, Kankurou," she warned softly. For a moment she toyed with the idea of storming out of the bathroom, despite the fact that she was wet, naked and completely unarmed, there was no doubt she could down him if she had to. She kept her untreated hand to the side where he couldn't immediately make a grab for it.

"Surely you've got better things to do then play nurse, better people to do it with."

[puppet_facade]

The bathroom vibrated with the loud bang! that echoed in the room as a result of Kankurou suddenly slamming his hand onto the sink, along with a sharp curse as his own burns opened up again from it. He didn't have enough time to care about how painful it would feel if he just exploaded. But he had enough of this, the innuendo as to how he had betrayed her when he didn't.

"You are pushin' it," he hissed, anger seething visibly from the way he was trying to hold back the urge to throw his hand into the mirror next. His other hand reached behind him and pulled out the pouch that he had stuffed into his back pocket before coming to find her. "Y'know wha' these are, Anko? They're the knives tha' I 'won' for you from a drinkin' contest tha' I passed out on in a fuckin' weapons dealer's couch."

He tossed the knives onto the surface of the sink, knocking over some cups and toothpaste rolls before he looked up to the ceiling and took a deeeeeep breath before looking back straight at Anko's eyes again.

"Now give me. Your other fuckin' hand."

[dango_diva]

Anko stared forward, watching the reaction her words wrought through the steamed mirror. The explosion was not unexpected, but the offering tossed onto the counter top certainly was however.

"A gift to suck up after the fact does not negate the fact that you were passed out at another woman's home." But even as she said the words, guilt wormed its way into her armor. Between the two of them they had the shittiest luck in instances like these, it wouldn't be that far fetched really. But either way, too much doubt had been bred and still lingered.

"I don't know what hurts worse, the fact that I made you go through this before when I was still sneaking out to do my thing and got caught, or the fact that I've spent the last four days questioning if every fucking time I've not wondered what it was you were truly doing, that you were out tricking around. Common sense tells me that you've not, but to find out where you were from that girl while I was sitting home waiting for you to come home..." she stopped speaking before she could tell him that it was all she could do that night to not to go storming out of the apartment, hunt them down and slaughter them both, instead choosing to lean forward with a vice-like grip to the edge of the counter as she tried to keep her urge to hurt him under control. Jealousy was a common trait she and Kankurou both openly admitted to, so he shouldn't be all that surprised for a good portion of her anger and frustration.

[puppet_facade]

Kankurou wasn't an idiot, he could realize how a situation was spun in a completely 360 degrees turn, being in other people's shoes and all that good stuff. This was definitely one of those. As for the guilt, it was mutual in the sense that now Kankurou knew how Anko felt when he caught her, accused her. But he didn't go as far as to leave her, feeling empty and insecure. He couldn't do what she did most of the time, just slap him across the face and leave some scathing hints so that he could figure it all out himself.

For a long time, he stood silent, kind of stunned in a sense of seeing all of this with different eyes and being in another pair of shoes. It was pride that made him silent, but it was that nagging feeling of what they had together that made him reach forward and firmly pull her hand towards him as he methodically went about disinfecting this one and wrapping it up as well.

"I agree wit' you tha' takin' up tha' woman's drinkin' offer was a shitty decision, but I did nothin' but shit, sleep, an' drink. Tha's th' last time I'm tellin' you tha'." The bandages were wrapped on with a bit of patience this time.

"But fuckin' hell, Anko, wha' d'you want? Me t'give you a ring an' tell you tha' I'll love you forever an' never leave your side? Is tha' wha' it really really takes for you t'listen t'me an' my side of th' story these days?"

Eyebrows knitted together as he clenched and unclenched his fist, needint the pain to get him through this. "Fuck, I though' it was a given. I tol' you I en't leavin' 'gain an' I en't fuckin' stupid t'try an' mess shit up. An' tha' gift en't suckin' up, if you do know me tha' well, you'll know I don't do suckin' up. If I like you, I'll tell you an' I'll stay. If I don't, well, let's jus' say me an' you would've ended up in fuckin' itty bitty pieces somewhere already."

[dango_diva]

Despite still being torn between pride and what she knew, Anko couldn't help the small snicker at that.

"Liking one another or not, it doesn't take much for either of us to end up in little pieces with some of our brawls," she agreed softly, flexing her hand beneath the bandages. "And I don't need things to make me do anything. Rings or knives are all well and good, but they don't keep me warm at night or keep me going through the day. But you're getting your chance to talk now. Maybe not when may have wanted to, but then you don't get to call all the shots. I needed time to cool my head before I saw you again. Had I waited for you to come home that night, I wouldn't have listened to a damned thing you had to say until after I had beaten you bloody, even after was questionable and I don't trust myself around you when I'm that upset."

For a moment she regarded their reflection in the bathroom mirror, both pissy, miserable and partially lost in their thoughts, but the underlying reason as to why they were upset with one another hadn't changed.

"For what it's worth, I believe you," she conceded quietly. "Nobody else would have had such a shitty break, but even though the thought of it is appreciated, I don't need gifts and stuff for whatever reason. All I need is you."

[puppet_facade]

He had a feeling that was the closest he was going to get to an apology, or even something that was vaguely similar to it. Her voice was quiet, which was a change and definitely meant it was something, so Kankurou allowed himself to accept it, since it was really all he was hoping to hear. Even if it was almost "civilized" in a way, which made him wince a little. She had her tame moments, but sometimes he wished she maybe could have, hell, could have shoved a knife in his arm or something and then got it over with. They were never good with words anyways, so what was so wrong with actions?

But he would've been pissed and angry (and hurting like fuck) so it would have been counterproductive.

"'sides, I though' I could beat 'er. Didn't know she had these fuckin' tricks an' whatnot. She's not a bad person, jus' fuckin' tricky as Hell, like some people I know." He sighed, exhaling most of the pent up tension and nervous vibes he had built up within himself. It almost made him angry again just because he knew getting "emotional" just wasn't him.

"Beatin' me bloody 'ctually doesn't sound too bad. Don't think I won't hit back." Kankurou muttered, reaching above Anko to put back the disinfectant and the bandages.

[dango_diva]

Even though she was tired as a bitch from running around like she had been, an amused smile tilted Anko's lips upward at Kankurou's muttering, eventually turning into a full-fledged smirk.

"Not once since we've met have you ever raised a hand to me unless it's had a tranquilizer in it. Don't know why I should think any different now, but let me sleep on it and try plucking my nerves in another day or two, perhaps I'll oblige you. Besides, my hands hurt too much right now to really put any effort into it," she admitted, flexing her hands once more before shrugging it off.

Of course she couldn't help but bristle back up slightly at Kankurou's mention of the girl again, and for a moment she was torn with the question of just suffering a little more damage to her hands to drive home the point that perhaps it wasn't in the best taste to keep going and offering excuses and explanations when he'd already been more or less forgiven. Reaching up while he was leaning over her, Anko took a hold of his jaw and tugged him down to her eye level.

"Hows about you just stop talking before you stuff that foot of yours in your mouth any further, eh? It's not being tricky if you're getting caught in the trick for that matter, but that's besides the point. For the sake of my sanity and your well-being, no mention of the little shop keeper for at least a week, if you would be so kind. Though I will wave the no speaking rule for the explanation of why your hands are all wrapped up. What happened?"

[puppet_facade]

She had a point, which ruined his own little threat about kicking her ass (which he knew wasn't going to happen in this lifetime or the next). "Tha's only 'cause you did tha' t'yourself. Th' hell d'you think you are, fuckin' invincible?" Kankurou growled, not exactly angry at the moment, but being Captain Obvious. They both knew that even if they weren't bullet-proof and could bleed like any other, they would still go for the risks and damage themselves.

The grip on his jaw was unexpected which made him scowl heavily and cuss sharply, almost losing his footing. If his hand hadn't reached out and grabbed the edge of the sink in time, despite the little sharp pain running through his arm, he would be crushing Anko under his weight on the floor right now.

...not that it was a bad idea, since she still didn't have any clothes on, but--

"Fuckin' hell, fine," he snapped, very uncomfortable in being done to her level, himself having to bend down some. It wasn't like he did that on purpose either, mentioning Tenten was just him trying to explain again. His conscience made a mental note to never try that again. At Anko's question, Kank looked sideways to the hand that was gripping the sink.

"Nothin'. Accident wit' my own shit." He shrugged, pulling on his best bullshit look.

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"Not invincible, but a fucker and his buddies thought it'd be cute to make a grab at my ass on my way home. Forgot my knife when I left, had to make use of what I had. Worth every scrape in my opinion," she admitted, a small satisfied smirk curling her lips. Perhaps that also played a great part in her restraint, having worked out a great deal of aggression on the trio. It was more the pity that she didn't have any of her weapons but she wasn't so feeble that she couldn't still handle her business the old fashioned way.

She was unrepentant in the small discomfort she was causing, figuring it to be acceptable in getting her point across as well as standing in place of the shiner he would have probably gotten otherwise. Though the occasional moments where he appeared to suddenly be reminded of her current state of undress were definitely amusing if nothing else.

"For some reason, I don't quite buy that. Accident meaning temper induced or accident meaning your hands were acting up. Which was it?" Reaching down with the hand not currently holding Kankurou in place, Anko wrapped her fingers around his wrist, lifting his unburdened hand to her line of sight. The unspoken threat was there, if she didn't get an appropriate answer, she'd find out for herself.

[puppet_facade]

Just out of discomfort and fear that Anko would do something abrupt to send him careening out of balance, Kankurou jerked out of her hold and stood straight again, although not very happy to have Anko look at his hand and cause a fuss over it. While her knuckles were torn up, his hands were burned. They both had their reasons, so what was the big deal?

Kankurou stubbornly stayed tight lipped only because he didn't want pity out of her, but eventually after some unsuccessful tugs to get his hand free, Kankurou rolled his eyes and tried to gather some patience once again. "Whichever one means breakin' every fuckin' thing in th' room includin' th' bottle tha' says 'do not fuckin' handle without gloves'. Look, I'm fine. Now you gonna put on some clothes or am gettin' an eyeful 'ere for no reason? If so, I'd like t'enjoy it without you fussin' over my damn hands."

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"You're the one who was hovering around while I took a shower, so don't be going all prude on me now. And I didn't say you could move yet." Reaching back she replaced her grip on his jaw and tugged him back down, albeit a little less violently this time. Another glance to his bandaged hand, and she couldn't help but feel another stab of guilt. Had she not stormed off in a huff, he wouldn't have done what he did, or even if he had, she would have been there to take care of him as he had done for her.

But she hadn't been.

Stroking the base of his wrist gently, she released her grip and turned back to the face in front of her, letting her head fall forward so that their foreheads were touching. Despite the fact that they were no doubt still more then a tad bitter with one another, the little concept of being close again did more for Anko then beating the hell out of him ever would.

"I am sorry," she murmured, pressing a soft kiss to his lips before turning about to go find something to tug on.