[Drabble] Naruto: Bluntly Sane
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inkcanvasFandom: Naruto
Characters: Mitarashi Anko
Rating/Status: G / 100 words, complete
Timeline: Shortly after manga ch.328, Shippuuden anime ep.80, spoilers for events around then.
Summary: Anko prefers her blunt brand of support.
Author's Note: While digging through my huge folder of unfinished Naruto drafts, I unearthed a weird one about Anko and the way of shinobi that I don't even remember writing. No wonder too, because it was a horrible 2000+ words of convoluted crap. So I dove in, trying to see if I can salvage anything, but only ended up saving one line - which eventually grew into this drabble. :P
It's been a week, but the seat next to Kurenai remains empty. It's an unspoken understanding. The place next to her belongs to Asuma.
Anko grabs a beer, chugs down half the bottle, grinds her heel into Genma's lap - "Ow, Anko, what the hell?!" - and launches over him, planting herself right into that space.
Conversation dies down around the table and she rolls her eyes. As if Kurenai needs more reminders that Asuma's gone. These are the things that could drive a shinobi crazy.
She turns and grins at Kurenai.
The space is way too small to fit Asuma anyway.
/end
Characters: Mitarashi Anko
Rating/Status: G / 100 words, complete
Timeline: Shortly after manga ch.328, Shippuuden anime ep.80, spoilers for events around then.
Summary: Anko prefers her blunt brand of support.
Author's Note: While digging through my huge folder of unfinished Naruto drafts, I unearthed a weird one about Anko and the way of shinobi that I don't even remember writing. No wonder too, because it was a horrible 2000+ words of convoluted crap. So I dove in, trying to see if I can salvage anything, but only ended up saving one line - which eventually grew into this drabble. :P
Bluntly Sane
It's been a week, but the seat next to Kurenai remains empty. It's an unspoken understanding. The place next to her belongs to Asuma.
Anko grabs a beer, chugs down half the bottle, grinds her heel into Genma's lap - "Ow, Anko, what the hell?!" - and launches over him, planting herself right into that space.
Conversation dies down around the table and she rolls her eyes. As if Kurenai needs more reminders that Asuma's gone. These are the things that could drive a shinobi crazy.
She turns and grins at Kurenai.
The space is way too small to fit Asuma anyway.
/end
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