Anko

"Well, little girl? Would you like to become my student?"

Anko stares at the man in sheer disbelief. Had she heard wrong?

He smiles that strange, knowing smile he has, his long, dark hair coming down over his death pale face.

She looks at all the others in her class. He had had so many to choose from, Kakashi, Obito, Rin, Genma, Hayate, Iruka…all of these people were stronger then her, all of them had a strength, something that set them apart. They were all so much better…and yet…he didn't want them, he had chosen her!

"Ha…hai! I would like that very much!" she says, excited and eager.

The man laughs, "Well then, come on." He turns and Anko follows him, turning back to the others and throwing a triumphant, glorious grin.

Even the genius Kakashi hadn't been asked by a Sannin to become their student!

She looks up at the man with awe and respect. This was the first time she had ever felt important, and she had him to thank. She is overwhelmed with a sense of devotion and love and firm, unshakable loyalty.

Orochimaru and her would always be together. They had something no other teacher and student had.

Trust.