A little bit of deja vu (but this time with Anko)

Ino's heart was racing from her encounter with her parents as she hurried down the road. She tried to put it behind her because it was just going to be her and Naruto. Alone. For the rest of the day. Maybe longer. She started salivating a little at this thought and also began to reminisce about their first kiss- feeling up his shredded body, being held by those arms. Just reminding herself of them sent a shiver down her spine. And now that she thought about it, he was a much better kisser than she would have thought. She smirked to herself, realizing that the more she contemplated it, the more Naruto was looking like a perfect fit for her, and that wasn't the potion talking, probably.

She quickened her pace.

She came back to reality with a literal crash. She had been so engrossed in her musings that she had dashed around a corner blindly and proceeded to collide with one, Anko Mitarashi, who had previously been care free enjoying some dango, her favorites. Now those treats were strewn on the ground.

Ino was a bit preoccupied to notice the danger she had just ended up in.

"Are you kidding me?" She shrieked at no one in particular. "Again?"

She grimaced as she tried to nurse where she took the impact, knowing it was going to be bruised tomorrow. But then she heard the faint tinkling sound of broken glass. Her heart dropped as she looked to her purse, and what sounded like the remnants of the jar, in dread. The word 'no' began to play on loop through her head.

"Hey, kid," grinned Anko with an eerily cheerful demeanor, "What's your name?"

"Ino," she answered totally dejected, not really paying attention, and certainly not yet noticing the sinister intent behind the pleasantry.

"Well, Ino, did you know it's a crime to waste dango?" She continued in a menacingly sweet manner.

"What?" Ino snapped out of her despair, completely bewildered by the question.

"So you don't know? See, it's actually a serious offense. Fraid so. And would you look at that," Anko gestured to the dango scattered around them. "All that perfectly good dango, wasted. Now that right there is unforgivable."

Anko's smiling façade slowly shifted into a full on glare. Ino was beyond confused and terrified at this point.

"Yup, and the punishment for such a sin is: ****," she stated coldly.

"Umm..." Ino tried to think of anything to say to this crazy woman.

"Unless," Anko cut her off again, instantaneously switching back to her friendly side, "some sweet little girl who doesn't want her eyes gouged out offers to pay me back and then some!"

"Well-"

"Oh, you will? You're so generous." And she snatched the purse out of Ino's hands.

"Hey, you can't just-" but Ino was silenced by her **** stare.

"Now this probably feels like a shakedown to you," Anko paused as she thought about it, "and you'd be right. But hey, what's a measly thousand yen or two to keep your neck, eh?"

"Wait! Don't open that-"

Too late. A puff of dust had already burst from the bag and enveloped Anko's head.