Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
Notes: I've never written about Anko and Orochimaru before but I like the pairing, I changed the time lines around a little so Anko is 14 when she leaves Orochimaru. 11 years later she has gotten her full memory back, she's 26, and remembers something strange.
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I'll Wait,
In the dark still night a purple haired woman of 26, she sat on the roof of her small apartment wondering, thinking.
Her odd pale brown eyes almost vacant as her sharp mind thought about all her lost years and words that seemed to haunt her from dusk till dawn, of all things that could plague her mind only two words did, 'I'll wait'.
Those words were said to her many times by her former sensei, Orochimaru a pale man with sharp yellow cat like eyes and an inhuman taste for blood, he would say those words to her, only to her.
I'll wait, what did those words mean? As a child she thought it meant he'll wait for her to get ready, he'll wait for her to finish breakfast or lunch. But now she thinks differently.
Maybe she thinks differently now because she a grown woman who understands the tone of want and lust, maybe if she had been just a little older than 14 she would have heard the snakes words wrap around her soul and maybe she would have cut it's head of then.
She closes her eyes and shakes her head giving a dry laugh, she would have never been able to kill him and she knows it. Even now he could walk right up to her and allowed her to strike first but she knows she could have never killed him.
Maybe she still cares for him? No, far from it, in fact she feels a deep hate for the man that changed her from a normal child to one with a blood lust.
Maybe she scared? No, she was never scared of him, weary, yes, but never scared.
She understands why. Anko needs him, has much as she hates to admit it she does, she needs him and she has a feeling he knows that.
She needs him so she can fight, every fight she has been in since she was 14 she has always thought of his face and it had driven her above and beyond. She needs the hate he fuels her with so she can continue to live a life she had never wanted because she knows that there is no changing now.
But mostly, a single tear slid down her pale cheek, she needs him so she could remember what it was like to love.
End of drabble, written by Jessica.
Ok review, this came to me last night while I was about to drift off to sleep, and I would like to know if it was ok or not.