I had a bug, that's all I can say about this.
1.
Anko had just finished a mission. She's sitting at a bar, bruised, dried blood caking her neck and hands. She just wants to get a little drunk, pass out in the dingy inn room she's rented and forget.
But then he sits beside her—leather jacket and cocky smile—and her night, her very life changes.
"Would you like to join the way of Jashin?" he greets.
Anko looks the man over, eyebrow raised in amusement.
"Not really the religious type," she responds, finishing her drink.
He eyes her, his alternate plan of murdering her and gifting her as an offering dashing near-instantly.
"How about another fucking drink then?"
Anko eyes the curious man before her. What the hell, she thinks, she had a death wish.
2.
She had every intention of killing the Akatzuki member at her feet. She had completely activated her cursed seal and could kill him with a flick of her wrist.
But Hidan's staring at her with wide eyes on the other side of the field and she couldn't fucking concentrate!
"What!" she hissed, wondering why he wasn't attacking her. "What are you starting at!"
His lip curled upward and he released a breathy sigh even though his partner was screaming at him to fucking do something.
"You look like an angel," he said as he approached her. "You're so beautiful."
To her knowledge, it was the only time in Anko Mitarashi's life that she actually blushed.
3.
He was fucking Akatsuki!
The runt she slept with had joined a fucking S-class organization and now he was standing outside her door in fucking Konoha!
He looks sheepish when she opens the door, still so wet behind the ears that he doesn't realize just how fucking screwed he was. A criminal in Konoha; how the hell had he snuck in!
"I—"
She doesn't wait for him to explain, just grabbed him by the collar of that damn red-clouded robe and drug him into her living room before anyone could see him.
4.
"Let him go!"
Hidan turns to her with a smirk.
"Come on, Anko-sempai, why not let me keep him?" he extends his tongue and licks the tiniest drop of blood present on the unconscious Uchiha's cheek.
"Wouldn't you like to watch your replacement die?"
Anko gasps.
To his credit, his smirk vanishes when he sees the hurt on her face.
Her frown is heavy.
"I—"
"You bastard," she said, her voice breaking.
5.
The slight age difference doesn't bother her, nor does the fact that he's a member of an illegal organization or even that he curses worse than she does.
What does bother her is that he sleeps so peacefully beside her despite the blood on his hands while she stays awake all night staring at the moon.
6.
Turns out the entire damn Akatsuki loves dango.
Anko finds this out when Hidan takes her to a dango shop in the middle of nowhere, the other members of the organization already there getting hammered.
She's not wearing her headband, but she's scared out of her mind that the Uchiha at the end of the table will recognize her and out her in front of the other members.
If he does, he doesn't say anything, and Hidan is none the wiser.
"You think he'd be interested in a three-way?" Hidan whispers to her when he sees her staring at the Uchiha.
It took both the blue guy and the guy with the swirly mask to pull her off of him.
7.
He knows about the nightmares, knows about Orochimaru through their late night pillow talk.
He prays to Jashin for a solution, that he will be strong enough to kill the man that brought her so much pain.
8.
The first time they fight, it's a battle to the death.
At the end of it, he has two broken fingers and several cracked ribs.
He also has her blood in his mouth and there's a moment when he fills like slicing his neck to rid the world of her.
But then she slumps to the ground, sobbing from the pain from her curse mark, and instead he crawls forward to comfort her.
9.
"Anko?" he starts one night after a passionate interlude.
"Yeah," she replies half-heartedly, eyes resting on the sleeping village below them.
His hands slide to her shoulders, index finger playing with the flesh around her curse mark.
It's the softest touch he's given her by far in the odd and very dangerous relationship they've built around each other.
His nose graces her hairline, taking in her scent.
He doesn't say anything, seems to drop whatever he wanted to say to her.
Anko's glad he remained silent.
10.
Kurenai's afraid to open the door nowadays. Last time she'd gotten news that nearly broke her in two.
The woman on the other side looks like she was about to do the same thing.
Anko hands her a crumpled pack of cigarettes—a souvenir Hidan had kept after he killed Asuma.
"He's gone," Anko says, but there's no triumph in her voice, no victory in the fact that she alone killed a god.
That she'd found the strength to let him go.
"He's…gone."