Parallel
'How did you do it?' He wants to ask, because he really does wonder how Anko managed to scrape by. 'How did you escape Orochimaru?'
The snake-man is repulsively powerful, stronger than Sasuke himself, yet weaker than Itachi.
The curse seal clashes against Sasuke's pale skin, marking him as Orochimaru's, and it burns fiercely, hurting more frequently now that Orochimaru's excitement is at its peak, waiting for his new body.
Sasuke wonders if Anko ever offered herself in the same way to Orochimaru, wonders if perhaps she really did, and Orochimaru rejected her. –Would he want to occupy a woman's vessel? He supposes Anko is about as anti-feminine as they come, so maybe it would be a similar experience for the snake.
His arms are heavily scarred from times he chose to disobey Orochimaru, and he wonders if Anko's are too, remembering that she always wore a trench coat.
Kabuto knocks him to the ground, and his arms shake as he struggles to support himself, but a boot comes crashing down against the back of his head, so he lies still for a few moments to gather his thoughts.
Yes, he thinks that he and Anko have a lot in common.
It's a shame he never asked her about Orochimaru, but then again, it's not like she would have been able to convince him not to leave the village. He barely knew the woman.
The prospect of power, and the lure of commanding it, was far too great.
He thinks there was a time when Anko, too, fell to such wants.
Kabuto hisses at his ear for him to stand up and face Orochimaru, and so he does. He rises from his heap carefully, and his joints creak painfully but he keeps a straight face.
He knows Anko would have.
Author's Notes: I just realized how Anko and Sasuke are alike. ...Took me long enough. x3