[color=violet]Ana stared blankly at the man who stood at her doorstep; why was a friend of Airi’s visiting her? Did he want a consulting on a painting? Or worse… was he the way that Airi was going to ask her to paint Guy and Airi’s wedding portrait. She opened her mouth to almost yell at him that she didn’t want to talk to him, her young mind mixing together her emotions and almost the information that the man before her wanted to know with something she was just going to… well scream at him. The poor girl hadn’t been on her proper rocker since she found out Airi was going to marry the same she wanted a shot at. 

However she found herself swallowing her sorrow when he asked why Airi agreed to marry Guy. A small sigh left her as she pulled open her door and gestured for him to come inside. “Please come in. I’d rather not say it to the neighborhood.”

Once he was inside, she shut the door behind him and lead him into her consultation area where she sat down at the table and gestured for him to have a seat across from her. “Please sit down.” Taking in a deep breathe she began. “First of all, you need to know it’s not Airi’s fault, or more or less, her choice. My parents have always wanted Airi to be the first to get married, or at least engaged so… being the close minded individuals they are…”  She muttered that last part harshly under her breathe, “Anyone who came to my parents expressing interest in me were turned away because no one had expressed interest in Airi. Turning away any suitors for me was probably hard for my parents, thinking they’d never get the opportunity to see me happy if they couldn’t find Airi someone. Then… Guy came along…”

Ana gently poke a nail at the table. “I honestly thought he was coming to ask about me. Something I had… hoped would happen for a long time. But, he asked for Airi’s hand and seeing no one else coming to ask for a chance with Airi, they agreed to let Guy marry her and when they asked her about it…” She took in a deep breath and let out a long sigh. “Her only question was if she accepted the proposal would I be able to date, in the eyes of my parents of course. And they told her yes. So she agreed.”

Another sigh rose and fell her shoulders as she followed with a gentle shrug. “She did it for me, but if our parents weren’t so closed minded then maybe things would be different. It would just figure it would be Guy…” Her muttering made her pull her hand from the table and prop up her elbow on the table while resting her chin in her hand. “Does that answer your question?”[/color]

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Humming a tone to herself, the blonde finished up her grocery shopping and with her arms full of bags she rounded the corner to the back of Delicious Delights. It had been a good day despite the awkward encounter between Kakashi and Guy. That seemed… uncomfortable to say the least but outside of that it was water under the bridge.

Around the corner she found none other than Naruto standing and staring at the back door to her shop. She paused for a moment to look at him. The poor boy had no one and most of the town hated him because of what was inside of him. He had no control over it, literally, and yet people take out their negative feelings towards a young innocent boy who is just trying to find himself. Stupid, horrible people! He’s just a child with goals and dreams; but he had a team now, he wasn’t alone and… and she didn’t want him to be alone when he didn’t have to be.

“Hello Naruto, you just caught me coming back from shopping…” Reaching into her pocket through the struggle of the bag she tossed him the keys. “Be a dear and open the door for me so I can get the stuff into the kitchen. Third key from the right.”

Once they were inside and she had her things set down and her keys back, she began to unpack and put things away. “Did you like the treats?” She asked with a bright smile as she pulled open the large fridge and deposited the milk inside. “What’s brought you here?”