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Anko x Kakashi - OneShot
She was lying on her bed, starring at the ceiling. Her head lay on her hands which she had crossed under her head. Her thoughts sweep only around one person: Kakashi.
For so long she had a crush on him, but never had the courage to confess her feelings to him. So often she had the chance: at the meetings of the Jônins, the Chunnin exams or in the park when she walked around. So often she had the chance, and so often she didnt say anything to him, except a Hi., but not more.
She sighed. This had to be a curse for sure! She never had so many problems to say what she felt about something or for someone. But why does she have so many problems with Kakashi? Hes a good friend of hers. They hardly had big arguments in the past, and they also had a lot of fun together.
This cant be Anko thought, still starring at the ceiling. This cant be! Its just totally annoying! She sat up and pulled her legs to h
Kakashi and AnkoThis is my first fanfic. Eeek!
Written 02.42 in the morning. *Turns out to be a night-owl*
This fic is dedicated to Kakashi and his love. Who is she?
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, so don't sue me. Ne?
The peaceful you.
You're so relaxed. Is it because of the atmosphere in your own home? Does it feel safe? I certainly feel safe when I'm watching you. How do you do it? You never seem to have nightmares. On the contraire, I have. So I often spend my nights watching you sleep, sitting beside you hugging my knees. You see, I don't want to disturb you. Not when you're like that.
This night, ironically, your face is covered by your sheets. This night, you chose not to wear your mask for a change. Your hand is also close to your face is if to be sure that nobody can see what you're hiding. When, in fact, you're not hiding anything. Your face is as normal as can be, besides from that scar dashed over your left eye -But people know of that, and beside the fac
Vanguard, Chapter 1: DuncanDuncan's Journal: Day 1288
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