LadyYunaFFX2
Pulsar
- Joined
- Nov 1, 2012
- Location
- Boone, NC
"I wasn't intending to. So that won't be an issue on my behalf, Kakashi." A low yawn left Kushina's lips seconds after she finished her own plate. "Mmmm ... yes. Rest does sound good." She mused. It'd been a while since she'd carried a child and now her body was reminding her of everything, including the good things, bad and annoying aspects of it all. Exhaustion was one that mixed in with the second and last adjectives. But she knew it was natural and called for some much needed relaxation. It wouldn't do her any good to stress or freak out, after all. Bowing her head to both men, she let her eyes linger on Minato - as if silently telling him she expected him up soon - before going to their chambers.
Konan nodded as her head tilted slightly. "You think the Wind may be secretly helping the Uchiha out? Is that a main concern of yours?" It could be done, yes. But she doubted it. From what she had heard of - or not heard - of the desert kingdom, they were rather prideful. Assistance was something they didn't like requesting. But now that they were bothering doing so, it just ... didn't feel like this was an act. She was pretty sure this was the very real thing. "Personally, I'm pretty certain it's only the Uchiha who are the main goal right now."
A small smile couldn't help but form on her face as he offered to make her not-so-restless. "The gesture is appreciated. I don't know though. Words don't affect me as easily as I'd love for them to, unfortunately. However ... do you know for sure if Orochimaru has been linked with any of this?" She'd never had the best history with the man. Around the same time she'd met Jiraiya, she had met him and Tsunade as well, each for brief time periods. Needless to say, she never once forgot Orochimaru's reaction to the sight of her and what he insisted her mentor should have done.
"Kill her."
It'd only been two simple words but they had a powerful effect. And that had been years ago, before Konan was even a teenager! To this day, she still didn't feel well around him. She hadn't upon noting him at Tayuya and Neji's wedding. And yet, that was the other odd thing. He was making public appearances? Orochimaru had never the type to do such things before. It only made her feel as if he were hiding something. And damnit, she wanted to know and get an idea if possible.
Poor Anko had done any and everything possible to keep her mind off her mentor. She'd even gone to Kurenai once again. It'd helped .. for a bit. But now, her mind was back on the man who had supposedly raised her. It was silly, she knew. But the man had taken over her biological father's place. And each recent act had been like a slap to her face... no. It'd been like a stab to her heart. No sense in lying to herself. Two new marks, the possibility of having associated himself - even briefly - with Hidan and Kakuzu, his avoidings of her ... and now he was supposed to send her away tomorrow? Along with be her first dance?
How was it supposed to work? How could she even face him?
Her hunter and ranger instincts were desperately wanting to kick in, to break her word briefly only to go back to it. But she couldn't just up and do that either.
Needless to say, the entire mental conflict had made poor Anko finally snap and break down in tears. She was in a bath, trying to calm herself. At least it was somewhat helping her mood and conceal the salty hints of her true emotions. But even then and there, her heart was still aching and racing furiously. Her hands were trembling but remaining upon her stomach to help her remember that if she had to break down and give into her emotions, she would damn well recall why it wouldn't be wise to let them fully dominate her at least.
Anko understood perfectly and realized that of all the nights, now was the most appropriate one for her to be alone. But a selfish part of her didn't want to be. Not until the wedding was hours away ... like five or less. She could endure a night without Kakashi if push truly came to shove but it wasn't by any means her preference.