Sorry for not updating sooner, school and life has been CRAZCIE~ Well, i hope you enjoy, if not SORRISH =)
Anko walked away from Ino then turned to see Ino enter the room. She wished to have the courage Ino had. Looking to the door knob it was as if she could feel an ominous aura seeping through the cracks.
Her pulse began to race as she entered the dark room. A single lamp was in the corner providing a golden glow over the sole occupant. His dark figure sat beside the lamp in a small wooden chair. His build was strong and dangerous as he leaned his elbows on his knees.
They had no bond but Anko could feel his tension, it circled the room like a cloaking fog. She felt herself becoming claustrophobic and deliberately walked forward to shake it off.
"Damn him…" Kankuro said as she walked forward. He inhaled deeply taking in her scent. "Damn that mark…" His body bent, like a predator about to attack.
Anko knew he was talking about Kakashi and felt the over whelming need to stand up for him but her sense told her otherwise. Her hand then slowly fastened to her neck wanting to feel thier connection.
"You don't care to heal me…not truly." he said turning further away from her his voice hoarse with need as her scent got closer. He was speaking absently, knowing Anko was there but not acknowledging her.
His pain was unmistakable, "That is not true, I care as much as needed." It was her duty.
"You do not care like you care for him!" he shouted toward the ground his fingers lacing, Anko's hand tightened around her neck protectively, "Stop holding that disgusting mark!" his face turned up to her angrily.
Anko's hand fell and she gasped in horror. The tattoos on his face were disturbed with a deep slash. "Kankuro-sama!" Anko rushed to his side and bent down to him when he turned his head back down. He shoved her away when she touched him. She fell backwards and sat looking at him, "You have to let me help you." she insisted.
Kankuro's eyes narrowed into slits, "No, I don't…" his eyes traveled over the mark on her neck.
Anko sat there looking at him, even when he turned away from her, "I offer my help, my blood." her voice didn't waver as she offered herself.
"You do…and I want it…want it terribly but your smell betrays your taste.." he fumed but his voice was under control. "That..is all his fault.."
"I'm sorry that it is that way, but even so it helps heal you." Anko picked herself up while she talked, not sorry at all she didn't appeal to his taste. Anko approached him again and offered her wrist.
Kankuro caught her wrist roughly and stood up. He pulled her to him, her body was pressed against his uncomfortably. "It's unfair for you to smell so good…" he began as he took her collar and pulled it away to reveal Kakashi's japanese symbol. It was red like the blood moving through her veins and just as deep, "…and taste so bitter because of this mark." he finished.
Anko closed her eyes as his lips approached her wrist. Along with the bitter taste she gave him there was a significant amount of pain it caused her. Kankuro pulled her wrist to his mouth and kissed gently. The farther away from the mark the less pungent the taste. His teeth scraped through his lips then pierced deeply.
Anko winced and her knees bent to counter the pain. Kankuro's eyes shut tight at the taste but he gripped her wrist hungrily. Anko bit her bottom lip, then Kankuro released her. He hadn't taken much at all but his face began to heal. "Not too bad." Kankuro smirked wiping his red lips.
Kankuro held her wrist, the wounds slowly closing . "I wish I could heal you like you heal me," he said staring at her wrist, his fingers gently tracing the small wounds. The healing affects a bond had were amazing but the sharing of blood only allowed Kankuro to heal small wounds such as these.
Anko just looked at his face, she could see the cut healing, the tissues pulling back together. Kankuro looked at her in the corner of his eye, "Would you believe me if I said Kakashi did this?" he asked.
Her gaze fell from his face, "No." she answered too quickly. The possibility was there, and she wanted to banish the thought.
Kankuro smirked, "I knew you wouldn't," he walked to a recliner in the middle of the closed off room. "He's a threatening force but he knows the laws more thoroughly than many," he taunted her feelings.
"Mm" was Anko's answer.
"Is that why he didn't fight to keep you or is it because you didn't serve him as he wished?" Kankuro asked relaxing his head and talking lazily like his words were nothing.
Anko shot him a glare and he peeked at the emotion. Anko turned away from him and went to the bed to fix it's disheveled blankets. "That can't be it," he concluded, "Your taste is much too bitter to mean nothing to him."
Kankuro appeared behind her working body, "but…if so..why didn't he come back as promised?" he asked, a whisper in her ear. She closed her eyes and turned away from his breath. A hand pressed to her heart beat, the other on her lower abdomen. "I wonder…" he pushed his face to her ear, "does this mark affect other tastes.." he was hissing, like a snake in her ear.
"Kankuro-sama this is prohibited.." she fought with the only thing she could, the laws.
"I don't like rules," his breath was in her ear. He turned her around to pin her against him. Anko didn't meet his gaze and began to push away when he bent to her lips. He smirked at her attempts and kissed her jaw instead. A hand moved from her lower back to run his nails along her back. Applying pressure he cut the fabric around her shoulder.
Anko quickly snatched it back up before it fell to reveal her skin, "Stop this." she shoved at him with her free hand. Kankuro's smirk faded, "Your making orders now? Should I call you Anko-sama too?" he bit at her furiously. Anko pushed away from him desperately and he grabbed her face in his palm roughly. His lips crushed hers painfully and he shoved her body to the bed behind her.
Kakashi woke from his peaceful sleep. His mind was a blur of red haze derived of fury. He closed his eyes focusing on Anko's mind.
Kankuro bruised her with his strength. Anko whimpered under him reaching and finally finding Kakashi's bond.
Kakashi focused on staying calm as he held Anko in his mind. 'Don't worry…relax' he spoke to her.
Anko's body stilled completely and became limp, the dark stain of tears stopped as her head fell to the side. Kankuro growled furiously and moved away from her in a blur. Unfair was an understatement in Kankuro's situation. 'You chose it for yourself, you stubborn child.' Kakashi spoke in Kankuro's thoughts. The blood taken from Anko was able to allow Kakashi a connection.
"Get her out of here." Kankuro brooded, refusing to connect with him.
'Move Anko, I will come as soon as the sun comes down from its peak.' He assured her. Anko picked herself up and moved from the room calmly. Kankuro glared as her body slipped out of the room.
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