Disclaimer: If I owned Naruto, why would I be writing this?
My name is Anko Mitarashi.
I was
never one for obeying the rules. Listening to my
superiors…nah, it never really came easy for me. I always
used to get scolded for skipping classes and ignoring
instructions…heh, good times…good times.
When I
wasn't rebelling or pulling pranks on my teachers, I'd look at
him. I'd stare at him. I'd gaze at him.
And I
always hoped he would look my way someday. With that
spectacular golden hair…
…and
those gorgeous azure eyes. He was something special that
man. I remember him… I remember that man… That
man… The man I can never forgive. The man who stole
it from me… The man who stole what I held dear… The
man who stole my heart. My heart always commanded me to go up
to him and confess my feelings. But I never take orders, even
if it's from myself. That's why he never saw me… He
never saw me…even when he did I wasn't there. He didn't
love me. He loved someone else. I remember her…
…that
woman he loved. That woman… …who stole his
heart. With that flaming scarlet hair… …and that
upbeat attitude of hers. Yeah… …I remember her. I
always hated her. I would cry myself to sleep. But even
then…my mind wouldn't let me drift away from him. I saw
him in my dreams…
…with
her. Her. HER.
Not me.
HER.
The
hate I felt… The resentment and scorn that I nearly gave
into… All that bitterness…
…it
was nearly made me into someone else. And by Kami if I ever
become like HIM… …I'll kill myself first. I
couldn't hate her. I couldn't, as much as I wanted to. I
couldn't. Because if I gave into my hate so easily… …and
before long, I'd look like HIM.
With those golden slits in his eyes…
…eyes
of hate. Those eyes…eyes of evil. Eyes of…a
snake. I don't ever wanna be like that. That's why
I had to let him go…
…but
even still… I longed for something I thought I would never
have…
…love. Love. Such
a simple word…yet…
…I
thought it was something I'd never grasp. But that's when
he came along…
Another him…
…but
not another HIM. Something I always had dreamed for…
…someone
who could love me. He's a great deal younger then me… …but
I don't care. And he doesn't care.
He loves me…
He
does… And the day he told me he did… I cried. I
cried until there were no more tears I could cry. And I kissed
him. I smothered him with my damp cheeks and affectionate
lips. And he returned what I felt to
yield. Love. Love… Love for me.
I
always told everyone I never took orders… …but I'm
taking them now. My heart is ordering me to be with him… …and
for once in my life… …I couldn't be happier to take
orders.
FIN.
HIM-Orochimaru