On With Better Things
By Dying. Rain
Disclaimer: I just realized that I forgot to put this thing on a lot of my stories. Anyways, I don't own Naruto. On with the story!
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Anko Mitarashi was not good at moving on. She was not good at picking herself back up and fixing the things that went wrong in life. Nor was she good at accepting or recovering. Wallowing in her own self pity, Anko did not let anyone get near her, or let herself get near anyone, for that matter. Sure, she put on a rather exodic grin and acted like she had endless energy, but no one knew what she really felt. If anyone got to close, she'd run away.
No except for, of course Orochimaru. Anko didn't shudder at it, nor cringe and cry when the name was spoken. No, all her feelings were trapped inside of her. They boiled and steamed and it would be tooken out on her apartment and sometimes, even herself. 'It's the safest way,' Anko thought.
When she heard Orochimaru was near, she lost her wild, carefree part. She would not lick the blood of a kunai nor smile a crazed grin. Instead, she kept herself emotionless. She did not smile, but she did not frown either. She was solemn. Anko couldn't keep herself from hunting him. He was obsessive, and though Anko would never admit it, she knew it. It was he who kept her living. It was he who fueled her hate, fueled her power. And as dangerous as it was, her favorite hobby was hunting him. She knew she'd never really bring him down, but she could try. And it could be the death of her. Anko really could care less.
Most people were oblivious to Anko's flaws. Her sparky attituld really did hide it all. But it was shown everywhere in small gestures.
Anko's apartment was a huge mess, as suspected. It had piles of clothing, paperwork, and weapons. She was so absorbed in her work, because it was a place to hide and run away.
Lucky (or, perhaps unlucky, but Anko never thought of it that way) no one really noticed the way her life was messed up.
There were many chances for Anko to move on with life. She got few, but at least some invitations to train or something like that. But of course, the memory of Orochimaru stuck in her head and she, as expected would not accept.
Because Anko would never move on to better things.
Fin
A/N- So what do you think? Review, please. Will I ever write a REAL story instead of just small itty-bitty drabbles? Who knows? But you know, itty bitty drabbles are hard enough for me.
