Author : So um yes I've decided on writing a full story. Y'know like the ones with chapters and everything just cause I felt like it. Plus I've not written in a while so this could be a chance to improve my English. And yes its Anko x almost everyone okay. Mainly Anko x Madara but you'll find out more. Heh.

I love her to bits, and I really enjoy doing this, soooo.. enjoy! Constructive criticism welcomed. I apologize if any characters seem different than in the anime. I don't own anything.

ENJOY! :p


Nobody in their right mind would have ever thought Anko Mitarashi would be the one behind everything.

No one.

Not even Sarutobi.

It was always, "Anko? Anko Mitarashi? The former-student of the snake sannin?" or "Anko Mitarashi? Isn't she one of the experiments that failed?"

It was always Anko-this, Anko-that. But it was never anything good.

Nobody ever thought of Anko more than anything evil. They didn't trust her. They didn't care that she came back even if she had a choice to travel elsewhere. They didn't care that she was only a child with a dream, a dream of being more powerful than her sensei, the man who betrayed everyone, everyone who thought highly of him. They didn't care that she was an orphan, I repeat, a mere child, whose thoughts were no more evil than anyone else.

In short, they didn't like Anko.

And it was okay, because she didn't like them either.

In fact, she had loath Konoha. They had only taken her in with the request of the previous Hokage, Sarutobi. Of course, she could tell by their eyes. None of them liked her. They all thought she was troublesome, only another pest that their current enemy had left.

They thought she was a spy.

And so, they avoided her. Everyone did. Even after Inoichi had absorbed all the information left in her brain. They still didn't trust her.

So poor, pitiful Anko, was left alone, with no friend, even if she cried, people would look at her with hatred. Some guilt, some pity, but none had come up to her, none had offered her a hand. None had helped her.

None had wanted to be her friend.

She was only a child, and children are easy to manipulate, no? Even as a ninja, she was easy to brainwash, because she was a child.

And Orochimaru did just that.

She was an outcast, a loner, someone who everyone did not want to be friends with, nobody wanted to play with her, nobody wanted to help her, when she was hungry, homeless, sick. Nobody wanted her to get well or be healthy. She went through a painful childhood. She wasn't Naruto, she wasn't carefree, she was a little arrogant kid, who somehow did resemble Naruto, but she was not strong. She did not have the confidence.

Everyone hated her.

And she hated them back.

How dare they, she was but an only child! Did they not bother to learn more about her? One mistake, she committed one mistake, and they treated her like she murdered countless people. Technically she did, but she didn't know. How could she? She was to obey her sensei. And she did. They treated her mercilessly. This wasn't right, was it? Did she deserve this? No, no she did not. Anko Mitarashi would have none of it. Even as a kid, she could see the unfairness of the situation.

She will not give in, ignore the Anbus, even if she sensed their presence, do not give in, do not call them out, they will only bring you to the torture room, you don't want to go there again, do you Anko? Ignore them all. Ignore the hatred. Ignore those who shunned you and ignore those who talk about you.

Ignore Danzo, ignore the elders, they know no better, they didn't know Anko, they knew only what they had to do, what they wanted to do.

This infuriated her. How dare they.

How fucking dare they.

And then one night, he came. He watched her. She didn't know who he was, he wasn't an Anbu. Maybe a ninja, a genin? He had the figure of an adult. But he didn't attack her. Maybe he just wanted to observe her. At least, he wasn't like the others..

Was he?

She didn't wanted to get in trouble, so she stayed quiet.

It happened very frequently. Too frequent. Her curiousity was getting the better of her, but he had not done anything horrible to her, like kill her perphaps?

A few months passed, and once she was a chunnin he had left. She couldn't sense him anymore. She wasn't entirely bothered, but she felt somehow.. safe, with him watching her.

"Oh well, maybe I'll meet him again." Whoever 'he' was.

The life of Anko Mitarashi is not an easy one. But again, the life of a ninja is overall a restricted life.

This is the tale of a ninja. A ninja who believed in happiness. A ninja who would do anything to protect the people she loved. A ninja who was betrayed, and shunned, but in the end sacrificed herself for the sake of her loved ones. A ninja who showed emotion, yet she had the upper hand on the battlefield.

A ninja who loved.

This is the tale of Anko Mitarashi.