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"Is that what I think it is?" Anko asked when she saw the small orange book.

Naruto innocently looked up at the taller woman with wide eyes. "Why, Hebi-chan, whatever are you talking about?" he asked, still managing to sneak occasional glances at the Icha Icha Paradise book he was reading.

Anko groaned. "Do I even want to know how you, someone who was kidnapped in the middle of the night with only the clothes on his back, managed to get your perverted little hands on that book?"

Naruto grinned and went back to reading. "I stole it from the doctor's office," he answered with a lecherous giggle.

"Wow," Anko blinked, "I never pegged Doctor Kusanagi as an Icha Icha type," the Jounin stated as she read over Naruto's shoulder. A few pages later, she decided to comment, "No way anyone is that flexible."

The blond Genin turned a more embarrassed shade of red at the comment. "It's not supposed to be realistic!"

Putting her hand to her chin, Anko mused in pretend thought. "So what's it for?' Entertainment' value for guys too immature to come up with their own mental picture?" she asked. "I remember you came up with some crazy stuff when I woke you up for your first mission a few months ago," she pointed out with a smirk.

Naruto blushed and stuffed the book back into his pocket. "Happy?" he asked, slightly annoyed. He got even more annoyed when Anko openly laughed at him.

"Do I look like that Tenten girl you're used to? I don't care about that crap," she laughed. "I'm just saying that anyone other than a shinobi couldn't pull off half the shit in that book without breaking something."

Black Sheep, Chapter 17