Chapter 7: OroAnko
As requested by Ryunn Kazan.

With a lecherous smirk upon her lips, Anko casts a mischievous glare to her companion across the small table. She looks at him with sinful lust, guilty fantasies filling her mind. The faint illumination of the candle between them gives her a deviously appealing look. She leans in towards him, her arms pressing against the flat surface. "You don't do this very often, so why now?" She purrs, lifting a leg and slowly and firmly running it up and down his.

Orochimaru is undeterred.

He smiles that fake, cheeky smile, sending her a deliciously chilling glare. "Today is.. special." He grins wider.

By then, Anko's stiletto-clad foot has reached a dangerous height up Orochimaru's thighs. She gently slides higher, her knees nearly buckling straight, as she gradually inserts her foot between his legs-

"Orochimaru-sama."

Anko's brows quickly knit in anger as her foot drops unceremoniously to the floor, not bothering to glare at their intruder. She gives Orochimaru a look.

Orochimaru scowls back, sighing. "Yes, Kabuto?" He looks up at his assistant, who was a strange sight with that basket hanging stiffly from his arm.

Kabuto pushes his glasses up with his free hand, before proceeding. "I apologize for the intrusion," Kabuto ignores a scoff from the female. "But the food will take at least 15 minutes to prepare. In the mean time, I've taken it upon myself to bring out a light snack before your meal."

Just kiss his ass, why dontcha?

With a smug smile, he sets the basket down on the table, giving the couple a better sight of its constituents.

"Fruits?" Anko cocks a brow, plucking an apple out from the bundle.

"Yes." Kabuto confirms, as Anko contorts her face in mock disgust, eagerly tossing the apple back into the basket.

"You couldn't have brought meat?" She says condescendingly.

Orochimaru pays their argument no heed, reaching into the basket and eventually pulling out a long, healthy banana. He peels the skin off halfway, taking a small bite on the naked portion of the fruit.

Both uncharacteristically and unexpectantly, he moans in delight. "This is delicious, Kabuto." The two other pairs of eyes quickly whip their heads to look at him.

Kabuto smiles, feeling accomplished. "Thank you, sir."

Meanwhile, Anko watches awkwardly at the exchange. As she sees Orochimaru continually eat the banana with what seemed to be genuine mirth, and Kabuto smile down at her supposed date knowingly, creepily, she finds her eyes involuntarily twitch.

"Oh, hell no."

Number 7: When eating a banana, never look another man in the eyes and/or comment on the quality of the banana.

A/N: Seems rushed. Review :)