Hey again, this is the second chapter of Breath Of Power, I'm sorry but it's much shorter this time around, but you should have another chapter soon anyway as flightless-chan is doing her damndest to keep me going with it XD
Just so you know I own none of Naruto or its characters... which is a real shame because Anko's such a hot wee thing XD
Thanks for the reviews as well ^_^ Particularly the postive ones. I hope you're not dissapointed with this fic. And without further adieu here is Chapter 2!
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"Suriku!" cried the young woman as her lover slipped to the ground, blood pouring from a long, slender wound tattooed upon his bare chest. "Heh, he shouldn't have put up a fight" rumbled the voice of a heavily muscled man near Suriku's corpse.
"Now don't make the same mistake your husband did and hand over your daughter" demanded the man with a smirk as he looked down at the short dark haired girl, shaking with fear behind her mother. "W… why do you want her?" asked the mother as she pushed her daughter further behind her.
"Heh, can't you guess? A cute wee thing like that; she'd be very popular at our establishment" said the muscled man wearing a toothy grin. "Come now, quickly. I don't like killing women but I like being kept waiting even less. Give her to us, now!" demanded the man, his katana pointing squarely at the young woman's throat, her husbands blood still dripping from its edge.
"What should I do?" the woman wondered as she glanced about the secluded bar. No one else was here, no one to help her. They had all fled the moment this man had walked into the bar. She couldn't flee though, she was trapped squarely between two long wooden tables, a hard wooden wall lay behind her; she had no escape.
She spared a glance for her daughter behind her. The poor thing, she shivered as if she were standing naked in the pouring rain. Her eyes glassy, rimmed with tears spilt at the sight of her fathers agonizing death. Averting her gaze from her daughters tear stained face, the young mother noticed something. The boards that made up the wall were lose at the bottom and crumbling from wear, possibly eroded from the rain outside.
She turned back towards the muscled man. "You won't object if I say goodbye to my daughter?" she questioned impertinently. "Heh, I'm not a heartless monster you know" the muscled man said, trying to restrain his laughter. "Just don't try anything funny."
The young woman knelt down and embraced her daughter tightly, knowing it would be the last time she would ever see her daughter again. "Goodbye Anko" the woman whispered into the young girls ear. Swiftly, before the man could react her foot lashed out at the eroding walls. They barely moved.
"Shit you bitch! I told you not to try anything!" yelled the man as he charged towards her brandishing his Katana.
"Shit, move dammit! MOVE!" cried the woman, lashing out again and again towards the boards. Mustering all of her strength she lashed out again, a loud crack echoed through the bar as a few of the boards shattered under the assault, making just enough room for one. She had no time to be gentle, already she knew she was living on borrowed time. Grabbing Anko's collar roughly she threw the girl through the small hole.
Anko stared through that hole for a moment, unable to move. "Mum?!" she shouted, though her cry was abruptly silenced by the sound of a sharp blade meeting soft flesh. Warm blood ran quickly down the wooden boards of the wall, dripping steadily like the rain from the hole from which Anko had just fled. Anko still frozen, continued to watch through that hole as her mothers legs wobbled unsteadily, finally her body collapsing to the ground. Her head was missing.
"MOTHER!" Anko cried as she sat up from her bed upon the hard dirt of the training ground. Panting heavily Anko stared at the hard ground beneath her, so cold and lifeless, like her parents when she had seen them last. "Its been ten years and I still wake up crying out for my mother… some shinobi I am" Anko muttered harshly. Tears bordered her dark brown eyes. She felt exhausted. Her efforts in training had increased tenfold to the point where she had collapsed to the ground, her body forcing her to take some much needed sleep.
Surrendering once more to her exhaustion she fell back onto the hard ground and stared up at the twinkling night sky as tears ran freely down her cheeks. "You should have been here, mother. You'd have made a much stronger shinobi than I. Perhaps you wouldn't be such a disappointment as I have been" Anko whispered sadly.
A slender white hand gently caressed her face, brushing away her tears. Leaning back slightly she saw once again those yellow serpentine eyes of her sensei. He offered no words, no gestures other than the brief caress upon her face. She lowered her eyes, letting them lay upon her chest. She dared not look at that man; that man whom she adored. She didn't feel she deserved to be in his presence when had had done so much for her and all she was… was a disappointment.
"Why are you here sensei?" Anko asked sadly. He gave no response to her question, he simply continued to brush away her tears. "You must hate me" Anko muttered sadly. "Why?" came Orochimaru's serpentine voice. "Because… because I'm such a disappointment. I'm not the genius student you desire."
Orochimaru made no reply, again he stroked her tear stained cheeks. "It's because of that boy isn't it?" Anko asked in a harsher tone than she had intended. "That boy of Jiraiya's."
Orochimaru stopped his caresses, and for a moment Anko feared she may have said too much. She was about to apologise when she felt Orochimaru's arms slither beneath her back and legs. He picked her up slowly, cradling her in his slender arms. Anko felt his hand upon her bare thigh as he held her. She knew it was purely innocent, but she felt a slight thrill at the touch of her sensei's hands upon her bare leg. "I'm such a child" she muttered a slight smile tugging at her lips. "Well then we should get you home. It's past your bedtime" Orochimaru said softly, a smile on his face.
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Aww... isn't Orochimaru a sweety XD
So, will Anko get stronger
Will, Orochimaru have a full on DBZ style battle with Jiraiya
Will there be some lemon soon?
Find out in the next chapter of... Breath Of Power!
...by the way, there's no way in hell going to be any DBZ style battles :P
Just so you know I own none of Naruto or its characters... which is a real shame because Anko's such a hot wee thing XD
Thanks for the reviews as well ^_^ Particularly the postive ones. I hope you're not dissapointed with this fic. And without further adieu here is Chapter 2!
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"Suriku!" cried the young woman as her lover slipped to the ground, blood pouring from a long, slender wound tattooed upon his bare chest. "Heh, he shouldn't have put up a fight" rumbled the voice of a heavily muscled man near Suriku's corpse.
"Now don't make the same mistake your husband did and hand over your daughter" demanded the man with a smirk as he looked down at the short dark haired girl, shaking with fear behind her mother. "W… why do you want her?" asked the mother as she pushed her daughter further behind her.
"Heh, can't you guess? A cute wee thing like that; she'd be very popular at our establishment" said the muscled man wearing a toothy grin. "Come now, quickly. I don't like killing women but I like being kept waiting even less. Give her to us, now!" demanded the man, his katana pointing squarely at the young woman's throat, her husbands blood still dripping from its edge.
"What should I do?" the woman wondered as she glanced about the secluded bar. No one else was here, no one to help her. They had all fled the moment this man had walked into the bar. She couldn't flee though, she was trapped squarely between two long wooden tables, a hard wooden wall lay behind her; she had no escape.
She spared a glance for her daughter behind her. The poor thing, she shivered as if she were standing naked in the pouring rain. Her eyes glassy, rimmed with tears spilt at the sight of her fathers agonizing death. Averting her gaze from her daughters tear stained face, the young mother noticed something. The boards that made up the wall were lose at the bottom and crumbling from wear, possibly eroded from the rain outside.
She turned back towards the muscled man. "You won't object if I say goodbye to my daughter?" she questioned impertinently. "Heh, I'm not a heartless monster you know" the muscled man said, trying to restrain his laughter. "Just don't try anything funny."
The young woman knelt down and embraced her daughter tightly, knowing it would be the last time she would ever see her daughter again. "Goodbye Anko" the woman whispered into the young girls ear. Swiftly, before the man could react her foot lashed out at the eroding walls. They barely moved.
"Shit you bitch! I told you not to try anything!" yelled the man as he charged towards her brandishing his Katana.
"Shit, move dammit! MOVE!" cried the woman, lashing out again and again towards the boards. Mustering all of her strength she lashed out again, a loud crack echoed through the bar as a few of the boards shattered under the assault, making just enough room for one. She had no time to be gentle, already she knew she was living on borrowed time. Grabbing Anko's collar roughly she threw the girl through the small hole.
Anko stared through that hole for a moment, unable to move. "Mum?!" she shouted, though her cry was abruptly silenced by the sound of a sharp blade meeting soft flesh. Warm blood ran quickly down the wooden boards of the wall, dripping steadily like the rain from the hole from which Anko had just fled. Anko still frozen, continued to watch through that hole as her mothers legs wobbled unsteadily, finally her body collapsing to the ground. Her head was missing.
"MOTHER!" Anko cried as she sat up from her bed upon the hard dirt of the training ground. Panting heavily Anko stared at the hard ground beneath her, so cold and lifeless, like her parents when she had seen them last. "Its been ten years and I still wake up crying out for my mother… some shinobi I am" Anko muttered harshly. Tears bordered her dark brown eyes. She felt exhausted. Her efforts in training had increased tenfold to the point where she had collapsed to the ground, her body forcing her to take some much needed sleep.
Surrendering once more to her exhaustion she fell back onto the hard ground and stared up at the twinkling night sky as tears ran freely down her cheeks. "You should have been here, mother. You'd have made a much stronger shinobi than I. Perhaps you wouldn't be such a disappointment as I have been" Anko whispered sadly.
A slender white hand gently caressed her face, brushing away her tears. Leaning back slightly she saw once again those yellow serpentine eyes of her sensei. He offered no words, no gestures other than the brief caress upon her face. She lowered her eyes, letting them lay upon her chest. She dared not look at that man; that man whom she adored. She didn't feel she deserved to be in his presence when had had done so much for her and all she was… was a disappointment.
"Why are you here sensei?" Anko asked sadly. He gave no response to her question, he simply continued to brush away her tears. "You must hate me" Anko muttered sadly. "Why?" came Orochimaru's serpentine voice. "Because… because I'm such a disappointment. I'm not the genius student you desire."
Orochimaru made no reply, again he stroked her tear stained cheeks. "It's because of that boy isn't it?" Anko asked in a harsher tone than she had intended. "That boy of Jiraiya's."
Orochimaru stopped his caresses, and for a moment Anko feared she may have said too much. She was about to apologise when she felt Orochimaru's arms slither beneath her back and legs. He picked her up slowly, cradling her in his slender arms. Anko felt his hand upon her bare thigh as he held her. She knew it was purely innocent, but she felt a slight thrill at the touch of her sensei's hands upon her bare leg. "I'm such a child" she muttered a slight smile tugging at her lips. "Well then we should get you home. It's past your bedtime" Orochimaru said softly, a smile on his face.
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Aww... isn't Orochimaru a sweety XD
So, will Anko get stronger
Will, Orochimaru have a full on DBZ style battle with Jiraiya
Will there be some lemon soon?
Find out in the next chapter of... Breath Of Power!
...by the way, there's no way in hell going to be any DBZ style battles :P
