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Good evening ladies and gentlemen, this is tonight's entertainment. I have only one question. How obvious is it that I am a batman fan and a massive geek?
Hello to everyone, readers old and new. This is a new story that was meant to be a short two chapter fic but as you can tell my definition of short is a bit loose. This blasted thing has just grown and grown, it's not even finished yet. What we have here was originally going to be the first chapter with the story being wrapped up in the second. But I enjoyed myself too much and really wanted to make this one of my best fics. Also I started this thing about a last Christmas. That's right I've been working on this for a year.
The main reason for this is that I'm lazy. But I've found a new method to getting it done, writing in a note pad when I'm at work. Seriously I've got nothing better to do sometimes. So if anyone from work is reading this and thinks about going to a foreman I've got only one thing to ask.
What the hell are you doing reading a lemon fan fic? If I go down I'm taking you with me. To every body else enjoy, and I know where you live. (no I don't).
Before you finish reading my deranged ramblings just fair warning. This is a lemon fic and it does not get straight into it. there is quite a lot of stuff on Anko. This was mainly because I just like the character and wrote a lot about her. But don't worry I did it in such away to push the plot along. (like there is a plot.)
Also apart form this fic, Half demon Havoc, and a few other long fics I have in mind, im going to work to a word limit so I so writing a ridiculous amount for a short story.
Yep that should work.
So thanks for dropping by again.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto but they do as I command… (woof) that felt good.
The pre-midday sunlight cascaded through the widows, caressing everything it touched with its caring warmth. Bird flittered joyfully outside the window, their pure song filling the air with love and happiness. A leisurely breeze gently blew, making flowers sway in a merry dance, sending their sweet smell so that it could be given to all. It truly was a wondrous day, the type that made a person soul sing with joy.
Anko's eyes snapped open. An incredulous look spread across her face as she caught her self thinking such sappy thoughts. She was at the Konoha academy, relaxing in the empty staff room, leaning back on a chair with her hands folded behind her head and her feet propped up on a table, waiting the spend lunch with her boyfriend, Iruka, one of the teachers at the academy who's job it was to try and teach the future ninjas of the village, that alone deserved an award in Anko's mind. She never had the temperament to be a teacher. Yes, she had taken young ninjas on mission with her leading the way, but that was after they had been trained up from snot nosed kids into professionals, well most of them. She could still think of a few who seemed not that grownup, even with years of training underneath some of the most brilliant, and patience, teachers in the whole village, but then she never did grow up entirely either. While some, if not most, people grew up in some measure to become reasonable, responsible adults there were those who hit a certain age and would not grow up any further. Anko was one of those people who had stopped early. Sure physical she had matured in to the sultry beauty that she now was but at heart she was still the wild child that she was in her late teens. Anko heaved a heavy sigh, causing her ample chest to swell against her tan coloured coat, as she thought back on her earlier life.
When she first joined the academy she was what people would call a bundle of energy. She was always smiling and her enthusiasm never seemed to dull, even when she failed at a task. A joke was always been told, gossip was spread like warm butter and a prank was always in the works. She never had any true friends but this was only because she was to busy trying to talk to everybody. If anything was going on in the academy Anko just had to know about it, always joining in conversations and inviting herself to lunch with people. At first people would try to push away this bubbly dark haired girl but her mischievous grin and her equally mischievous eyes would eventually wear people down and she was in. she would instantly become the center of attention, not that she would deliberately try to steal the spotlight it was just that her force of personality always blazed through. If anyone ever wanted to find Anko all they had to do was listen for the sounds of howling laughter and the sniggers of a rude joke. And those people were usually the teachers of the academy.
While Anko was the life of the trainee ninja community she was the bane of the teaching staff. The problem was that someone with that much energy could not bare to stay still for very long. So when a teacher had a class that contained Anko Mitarashi they had to be prepared for the worst after the first five minutes. Sure it was expected that young ninjas would act up, they were in the process of learning the skills to be ninjas and they tend to test their developing skills in interesting ways. But there were those who would take it too far. A scar faced boy was practically bad but it was the girl with the spark in her eye that took the championship.
It would always start the same, she would sit down in the lesson and be as attentive as the best in the class but it would all start to go down hill from there. First she would rest her head on her hands then she would sigh, completely bored with what ever the teacher was droning on about. Then paper planes and toy kunis would start to fly around the room and a whispering conversation would start before Anko got bored of that and started a conversation at her normal volume, which was ear splittingly loud. At this point the teacher would lose their temper, snap the chalk in their hands and yell at the class and her. This would only fuel her mischievous ways as she found the irritation of what she though as the "stiffs" incredibly funny. She saw their rules as a challenge against her, no one ever beat Anko, they may knock her down but she would never stay down. She often boasted to the other students that she would never know true defeat.
At an attempt to 'clam her down', as they had said, they gave her one on one tutoring in class but that was like trying to contain an exploding note inside a biscuit tin. If she wanted to have a wild time in class she would, even if it was by herself. Many top grade tutors tried and failed to teach Anko one on one and all of them failed. It was said that the owner of the drugs store in Konoha made a killing in aspirin when a new tutor was assigned to Anko.
The main problem and cause of headaches for the teachers was that she had all the makings of a good ninja, if she could just get her act together and study. In practical tests she gave it her all and could nail any task giving to her. She could throw hard and accurately, her jutsu work was exceptional and she almost always floored her opponent in sparring. But she absolutely bombed in the theory side of things. Most of the academy tutors had wrote her off as a lost caused, she would become a formidable warrior but a poor ninja. All the tutors bar one, the man with the chalk white skin and the serpent eyes.
Anko frowned, and felt her blood begin to boil, as she remembered her old sensei. Even thought she now knew that she ran away, not thrown away like a broken weapon as she was lead to believe, the memoirs still provoked the same reaction that she had felt when she had realized what he had done. When he asked her to become his student she was uninterested to say the least, figuring he would just be like the others who had tried to take her under their wing, but she agreed mainly she was bored and could do with winding up the pale skinned man. She had a shock during their first lesson. Never once did they go inside a class room, all of their sessions were held outside.
She thought it was going to be another ordinary practical session but as the first kuni flew towards her he asked her a question for her classes. She dodged the kuni but never bothered to answer the question. He asked why she never answers and she said there was no time to think about silly thinks like that during a fight. She expected him to either yell at her or give a long winded speech about the importance of knowledge, he did neither. He simple smirked and hit her with a jutsu. It took instant effect and she was unable to move freely, it felt like she was knee deep in tar, even thought she was stood straight. For the rest of the lesson, which lasted several hours, he asked the same question over and over while flinging more and more kunis and shurikens at her while she tried her best to deflected or evade them. By the end of the session she was on her knees, covered in dozens of bloody cuts and beaten. He casually walked over to her as she raised her head and looked at him with furious eyes. The same smirk played on his lips as she started to think of retorts and comebacks, ready for the pompous speech he was about to give.
"Here, tomorrow, same time." Was all he said and he walked away. She glared at his back as she picked her self up and went home to heal herself, not in the mood to talk to anyone. Anko refused to give in to him and was there on time for the next session. It never changed, they would begin a regular practical exercise but he would then start to ask her questions. But when she refused or could not answer he use a jutsu she had not chance or escaping or countering. This carried on for weeks until she actually got a book and looked up the answer.
The next session when he asked she told the answer and he smiled. Anko allowed herself a smug grin of satisfaction, right until he slapped another jutsu on her. She was shocked and furious, she had answered his stupid question but he still punished her as if she had just ignored it again. What was he some sort of sadist? As she struggled her mind ran over and over the situation until she figured it out. The answer was linked to the jutsu she was trapped in. It was more advanced version of the she had just given proper escape from, her mind raced as she pieced together the different answers she had collected for his questions and with a flash of hand seals she broke the jutsu, a jutsu no one in her age group would even begin to understand.
Her teacher smiled and told her that she did well. Then he asked a new question. Her mind raced for an answer but none came to the surface. She knew what happened next and braced her self for the new and more powerful jutsu. Once again she tired and beaten at the end of their session but this time she was smiling, he was not trying to beat her; he was teaching her that the serious gaps in her knowledge would get het killed one day. With more brutal training sessions she was able to counter almost anything he threw at her, apart from his most advanced techniques. When she reached this stage he informed her that she was finally ready to learn. She had started yelling at this statement. She had learned to break out of all the jutsu he placed on her. A chuckle had escaped his mouth as he told her that they were nothing, that she needed to be taught how to learn before he could teach her anything. After this they only spared every so often as he began to teach her things she never knew she could learn, and she learnt it very quickly.
Now she began to fully realize her potential as she raced thought her lesson. The other teachers began to see her as a promising ninja and had great praise for her tutor. Soon after graduating her tutor start to take her on mission with only him. While it was dangerous for her to be going on high classed missions in a two man team, even if one member was an exceptional ninja, she would not have it any other way. She learning more than she could possible imaging and she began to greatly look up to her teacher. She had complete trust and faith in the man who had shaped her into a formidable ninja, and a deadly weapon. And then it happened.
Looking back on it now Anko, as she had many times, she realized that she should have saw it back then. The look in his eyes had said it all; she just did not see it at the time. He did not care about her. She had seen the way other teachers looked at their students. They all had a measure of pride and even love, even the most hard and ridged of them, when they saw their students grow and progress. But he never did. Those cold eyes said it all back then. He was grooming her, making her strong so that she might have a chance of surviving what he was going to put her through , along with nine others who foolishly believe that they were being made stronger, thought they were going to help the village.
It had hurt so badly. It wasn't the pain of the bite or the searing of her nerves as the black chakra slithers and crawled its way along her body, it was the betrayal. It felt like she had been kicked in the head, stab in the heart and had her guts ripped out of her all of the same time. The kick made her head numb, mind too dizzy to make heads or tails of the situation. The great pit in her stomach made her feel empty, like there was no way to fill it. But the stab in the heart was the worst, it let her know that she had been hurt in a way like before, the type of hurt that leaves on visible marks but would scar her like the sharpest blade. On that day she did grow up, too fast, forced to stare into the cold face of human cruelty. The fire of her exuberance what doused with water so cold it made her soul shiver. When she returned to the village she tried to keep the same old smile on her face, tried to still laugh the same, tried to be everybody's friend. But the way they looked her now made it impossible. Everyone that she had known in the academy regarded her like she was somewhat dangerous, like she was the one that had betrayed them. There had been an investigation in what had happened in the Sea country, she had been found completely innocent, but people thought she was somehow tainted by his actions.
The smile slipped, the laugh faded, becoming mocking and hollow, and the friends shuffled away. She soon fell deeper into her sadness; a few people tried to bring her out of it but gave up soon after they first tried. The pit that she had fallen into was so deep and so dark she doubted that the reached feeling with in her would ever go away; fore there was no fire with in her to burn it away. For the first time in her young life Anko had know true defeat, he had beaten her.
After what seemed a life time the fire started to burn once again. But it was still not the same joy warmth that it once was, this was a furious determination the raged through out her. It filled her with a hate so intense that when people saw how she had become they looked at her like she was about to start murdering people. But Anko did not care. For the first time since the betrayal she felt something on the inside again and see was glad, even if it was a burning rage she was just glad to be feeling something again.
She started to train hard again, harder than ever, just so that she could find him one day and let him know that he was wrong to believe that he had beaten her, she would prove herself so much stronger than he thought. But she had tried too hard. Every waking moment was filled with thoughts of revenge as she pushed her body and mind past their limits. The fire burning within was consuming her and nobody saw her burn except the people that Anko would in time called friends, never to their faces, but they pulled her back from the bring of insanity and suffering. But the new fire was not the only thing that came with after her time in the Sea country.
Along with her lust for revenge, Anko developed a somewhat anarchistic and self-destructive side to her personality. When she was not breaking her back training, Anko could be found in the wrong parts of Konoha at night, picking fights and drinking too much of things that she should not be drinking. Her life had become about retribution and pleasure. This was not to say that she started to sleep around with people, it was just that she enjoyed the rowdy company, partly because they did not care about anything other enjoying themselves but mainly for the fights that her new friends seemed to attract. Anko would join the loudest group she could find, join in, and wait for the fights to start.
Now drunken brawls are an ugly sight, most ninjas view people who participated in them as truly pathetic fighters, but add in a volatile young konuchi who is not as drunk as every one believes, well then you have some of the world worst one sided fights. In those hurricane years ( I just love Alice Cooper) Anko spent most of her time going between the hospital, to have her many injuries treated, back to the bars, where she would pick up more but inflict worse upon who ever crossed her path on those nights.
As she grew older and filled out, Anko found her self attracting the attention of quite a few of the 'bad boys' who occupied her favorite haunts and hang outs. Now Anko refused point black to sleep with any of these men but found if she attached herself to one or two they would bring more fights to her, or she could always beat up her 'man' when she got bored with them and would not take the hint to go away. The men did not seem to care; they got to say that they were going out with a hot chick who could wipe the floor with anyone. It was soon that Anko realized that the 'one or two' that she had originally thought about turned out to be 'ten or twelve'. She went through boyfriends at that stage of her life at a ferocious rate, what they did determined how just how short there short relationship would last.
Anko leaned back further on the chair, pinched the bridge of her nose and let out a groan. What had she been thinking of at the time? She knew now that her choice of boyfriends in her early life had been more damaging to her reputation and how people thought of her than all the fighting and swearing that she did. But at the time she did not care one bit. It was at this time that people started to spread rumors that she was easy and up for anything. While she never slept with any of those men, it did not stop them saying things about her while they went out with her, or when she broke up with them, painfully. Apparently all it took for the rumors to spread was for a few of her ex-boyfriends and to have been seen making out, that was as far as she went with any of them, and she was branded for life as a slut, or so she thought at the time.
If the people who tried to help her, or stick their over sized noses into her business, as Anko had thought at the time, mentioned anything about her choice in fiends they would be lucky to walk away with two black eyes and a bloody nose and that was if she was in good mood, which was never. When the Third Hokage had come to her during training she was convinced that she was going to get a lecture on her 'lose morals' which she did not mind, it would be interesting to see if she could land a hit on the older ninja. But their conversation did not go the way that she thought that it would. The old man did not judge her at all; he also did not rise to any of her insults or declarations that she did not give a shit about anything. He just stood there and took in every thing that she said and told her the one thing that she needed to hear.
"What happened is not your fault, none of it. But your quest for revenge will destroy you and when that happens he has truly won." Those words echoed around her mind to this day. They were simple and not what she was expecting from the leader of the village, but they were what she needed to hear. She just needed to someone to tell her that with out judging her to be some sort of deviant. Her reaction had shocked her but it did not shock the kind old man, she feel to her knees and cried. She had never cried so hard in her entire life, her image and anger did not allow it. But all of that did not matter, as the Third Hokage took her in a comforting embrace, and let his shoulder soak up her tears, she poured out everything that was slowly destroying her in between sobs.
She never told anyone what she had said to the Third, that was between them and no one was going to know in detail about that day that Anko had been rescued from herself, but soon she got herself back together. The fights stopped, now the only fights she had were when she sparred, her drinking was cut back to a few quite drinks in a nicer bar. While the Third never became a close friend to Anko, he was the first person that helped her and could trust with her feelings. He made it possible for her to regain some of the bubbly personality that she displayed before him.
She was able to get on with some of the people she worked with, most were still scared of her because of the fearsome attitude she had developed, and even more shocked to see it mix with a more easygoing and bubble manner, but they could work with her and eventually trust her and count her as a loyal member of the leaf.
The next person was beautiful and irritating Kurenai Yuhi. She knew her from the academy, she seemed to like to talk as much as she did back then, but she never really got to know her and Anko had not talked to her in years. They were both waiting to see the Hokage when the red eyed lady stuck up a conversation with Anko. Anko managed to hold a polite conversation, well as polite as Anko could get, and thought that it would stop as soon as they went their separate ways. But Kurenai had other plans. She invited Anko for a drink that night and Anko wearily accepter, expecting some form of trick or something, no one ever offered to invite out with them unless they wanted something.
It was quite a shock when Anko found that she got on very well with this woman. Kurenai was very different from Anko, she was calm and reserved and balanced were Anko was aggressive, out spoken and a little too wild sometimes. She never thought she could get along well with that type of person. But she did and Kurenai became her first true friend close to her age, and she desperately needed someone she could trust because her choice in boyfriends was leaving a bitter taste in her mouth. While they were a far cry away from the types of men she used to date during her violent teens they were no angels. She always seemed to attract perverts and the semi-acceptable scum of the leaf. And scum seemed to fall into three category types.
The first were the perverts. While she turned down most of them, sometimes in a moment of weakness, or as Anko thought madness, she would date some of them. Anko never just slept with one and just left him for another, the current one would always do something to really up set her. The most common was believe that she was a slut and would try to get her to do things that she did not want to, this was quickly followed by a kick in the groin followed with a swift kick up the ass, straight out the door, even if she was staying at their home.
The second were the pretty boys. Those there were the two occasions that she had walked in on her current partner and found them in bed with another woman. They were both very handsome and charming but also thought themselves each to be the ladies men of the village. While they never knew each other, and there was a gap of a few months in between when Anko dated them, they both had the same type of smile and used similar pick up lines. Anko was very pleased with the first pretty boy since she was used to getting attention from the more unwashed members of the male sex, but she was a bit more wary of the second one. But number two's charms had won her over, or that was what he liked to believe, and she made the same mistake a second time. After those two she never took up a pretty boy up on his offer again, she realized that those types of men were all the same. If it was not for a provocative tattoo on the crotch area of the first one Anko could have sworn that she was dating the same guy a second time. The only good thing to come out those two relationships was that she got to inflict her most creative revenge on the two of them.
The third type was the worst. Anko tamers. Those were the men that had their brains either in their biceps or pants, most of the time both. Those men either privately or publicly say that they had tamed the great Mitarashi Anko and made her their woman. That she would do anything they said, when they said it. Anko really hated those types. They told stories that they broken her, defeated her. Even if it was not their intention of their stories, they mostly just said them to show off to their moronic friends, they reminded Anko of those terrible years, and that made her really mad. Her revenge on them lacked any sort of grace or planning. She would just find them when they were telling their friends how great they were, interrupt and give them a smile that would not be out of place on a demon. What followed would be a savage and brutal beating, the kind that left a lot of broken furniture one ex-boyfriend a blood mess on the floor, lucky if they did not have to be rushed to hospital. She almost felt bad after she had ruthlessly beaten one of them senseless. Not because she had done it, but because she had lost control and let the darkest part of her surface, the side she had gotten from him!
Anko's voluptuous chest heaved against her tan coat as she let out a sigh, internally chiding herself for letting the memories of those dirt bags getting her so worked up. The bitter taste that they had all left in her mouth had long since been washed away and replaced by her Iruka. If she had to descried the taste of her loving boyfriend she would have to say it was sweet but not sickly, strong but not overpowering and gentle but by no means weak. Since she had started going out with the teacher Anko found her self gaining more and more of her lost personality. She found it easier and less annoying to be nice to strangers, holding off judgment until she knew them better instead of every one being a complete asshole on sight. She also found it easier to relax, like she was doing now, and was ecstatic that all aspects of her relationship, both sexual and none sexual, were perfect and did not bore her in away way like her past dealings in love had done. And her sex life was brilliant. Iruka had a knack for knowing what she wanted and how to deliver it. Plus, it wasn't always bed slamming, ear splitting sex. No, Anko had gotten to know what people really meant when they called sex 'making love'. Anko truly enjoyed a soft touch as much as the usual, and unusual, kinky sex that they both liked. She had been remembering last night's gentle passion.
A small giggle escaped Anko's mouth as she placed her hands behind her head again; closing her eyes as a dreamy smile formed out of the remained of the scowl she had been wearing a few minutes ago.
She had been lying on the bed, quietly reading a scroll, wearing a tee-shirt and soft cotton shorts when she had felt a feathery brush against her thigh. She looked up from her reading and a pair of soft lips met hers as two strong arms pulled her softly against the warm chest of her boyfriend. Iruka kissed her as his hands traced light spirals over the curves of her body every so often find their way to her rear to lovingly massage her delicious rump. He rolled her onto her back and then moved his lips to her neck and softly suckled and licked at the tender flesh, causing low moans to escape her mouth. His hands now traced over her front now Anko felt her skin heat up beneath the fabric. She had begun to moan louder now and started to grind her hips, urging Iruka to do more. But he did not increase pressure or pace; he really liked fore-play, but instead moved down to the bottom of her tee-shirt.
He hooked his fingers under her tee-shirt and slowly pulled it up, taking his time to kiss the newly exposed flesh as he inched it up further. Only when the tee-shirt was removed did her spend some time with Anko's chest. After a few minutes of tortuous teasing, gently blowing and kissing round the erogenous areas, Iruka took one of her nipples in his mouth and grasped the other in his hand, using the same caring touch as he had done with the rest of her body causing her to taking short hissing breaths as pleasure flowed and seeped all through her body. After lavishing some attention on her breasts, Iruka then inched his lips down towards Anko's lower region, with Anko whimpering more and more as he neared the place that she really wanted him to be. When he reached the top of her shorts he repeated the same action that he had done with her tee-shirt, only this time he had her long, smooth, gorgeously toned legs to shower his affection upon. After slipping the shorts completely off and sucking on her toes, her lover then ran his tongue all the way down the inside of her leg, stopping just in front of her simple black panties. Anko moaned deeply as Iruka gave one long, hard lick to the black cotton over her most precious spot before slipping them of as well.
The chunin slowly delved deeply into her with his tongue, eliciting more moans now as he gentle worked over her most sensitive area. Once he got her close to climax he entered her, and began to slowly roll his hips into her. She matched his rhythm as they kissed deeply. Each roll, loving word and caressing hand brought her closer. Closer to the edge until…
Continues in the next chapter, right where this one leaves off.