A/N: Yes, I know that I'm long overdue for most of the multi-chapter fics that I'm doing. Yes, I'm still working on it, don't worry. I just need a break and a place to find back my OroAnko muse.

I don't know if you guys are familiar with 100 prompt challenges, but I was told by my friend about it recently. [Yeah, I only just found out whattheheck it is, feel free to laugh at my slowness. (T.T)] So I thought, why not?

One good thing that I love about this is…it's all one-shots! :D Because I don't need to be told to know that I'm a terrible writer for multi-chapter fics. I'll try to meet all 100 prompts, but I promise nothing. ~.~ Oh, and if anyone wants to give a prompt, feel free to do it, if you don't mind my rather bad writing style. :)

I'll only be posting this once. Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto and any of its characters.

Because in everything, there is always a first time.

First times.
#01. Introduction

One look at him and Anko couldn't tear her gaze away. The world, the classroom, the people around her all ceased to exist. There was only him.

Eyes framed by elegant purple markings, irises so golden, as if a heavenly artist crushed the purest of amber into his colors and painted them with the finest brush. His silky hair was a color darker than black, echoing moonless night filled with dark passion and despair, a combination so fitting for him. Lean muscular frame hidden underneath the Jounin uniform he wore. Pale, pale, pale skin as if untouched by the Sun, a stark contrast to his black, oh-so-black hair.

A Dark God among mortals.

Anko's throat constricted. She had to say something. But what?

"I don't think I really like you to be my sensei."

That was the first time Anko was introduced to Orochimaru.

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It was dark. Anko couldn't see. Couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. Couldn't even scream. But she could hear. And hear she did, the resounding echo of the closing door still filling her ears, although it's hours after the pale man left, locking her in.

"Because you are useless."

Teeth gritted in pain. Breath came out harsh and shallow. Sweat rolled off her forehead and intermingled with salty tears she didn't even know was there.

Doesn't hurt. Doesn't hurt at all. But is so damn fucking did.

"Because you are replaceable."

Fingernails clawed at the mark, the cursed mark. Her nails stained crimson, but she kept scratching, her movements urgent and frenzied.

Maybe if the whole patch if skin came off, the hurt would stop. Maybe it would wake her up from this nightmare.

But it didn't stop, and the nightmare didn't end.

"Because you are weak."

That was the first time Anko was introduced to the concept of pain.

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He kissed her neck with ferocity, biting, nipping, bruising, and she gave back as much, nails drawing fierce red lines down his back.

Anko's breath caught when he bit on her earlobe. When his fingers ran through her hair, when he pulled her up from the bed to press their bodies together. He made her burn with need, starting an inferno of desire within her, reaching great heights and still yearning for more.

He wasn't gentle. No, gentle was never his type.

Him, he made her feel alive.

And Anko wouldn't have it any other way.

Because, above all, when he kissed her…

That was the first time Anko was introduced to something more sinful than sweets.

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"No." A breathless whisper lost in the beating of the heavy rain and the chaotic clash of ninjas from Sound and Konoha. But the pale man still heard it, his lips working itself into a small smile.

"You could have dodged that." Why didn't you?

"You could have leapt away!" Why didn't you!

"You could have escaped!" Why didn't you!

The rain soaked her, seeping through her cloak, her clothes and into her very bones. But the chill that she felt had nothing to do with it, and everything to do with the man lying on the muddy ground in front of her.

Her hands glow a faint blue as she struggled to staunch the flow of the bleeding with her mediocre knowledge of healing. Blood. There was too much blood on that pale skin, it doesn't make any sense at all.

It continued flowing, a river that wouldn't halt, forming a pool around them, their dark opacity not lost to the rain.

No. Please.

The chest below her hands heaved with the mere effort of taking in each breath. His face pale, paler than usual, and it was one of death.
And the blood continued to flow.

Stop. Stop!stop!sto-

A pale hand gripped her arm, and she stilled. So cold.

"What are you doing!" She asked fiercely, pulling out of his grasp. "Everything will be fine-"

No, it won't.

"-just let me heal you!"

He shook his head, smile still gracing his lips.

A fallen God with broken wings.

And then, his lips moved for the last time.

Even through the beating of the heavy rain and the chaotic clash of ninjas from Sound and Konoha, Anko still heard it.

That was the first time Anko was introduced to love.

Yes, it's angst this time. But that's where my mind moved towards when I read that prompt. :/

As usual, reviews are loved. :)