Viraten's Note: Ki sachi buri ja ne- Long time, no see. I love that phrase for some reason, especially when Renji said it in Bleach. Anyways, thanks for the reviews guys or girls or whatever. If this doesn't turn out to well, don't hesitate to tell me. I actually have no idea what to write. Here goes improvisation:

Disclaimer: Oh yeah, I don't own Naruto. It's really hard to trick the bastard to sign the rights over…

She woke up peacefully on a nice soft, comfortable bed. Ok, something was definitely wrong. She must've died last night, because this wasn't her room. It was much better kept; then again, most rooms were.

However, she was not alone in this room. Turning to the other person, the memories of last night returned. That bastard was still reading his perverted book and still had his mask on. Why the hell did he still have his mask on in his own place? Well she assumed this was his place, since it wasn't hers.

"You're awake." He commented, without even looking up.

"Why the hell am I here?"

"You collapsed."

"So why am I here?"

"Would you prefer to be in a hospital bed?" Ah, he got her there. Truth be told, she didn't; being surrounded by all those nurses, pretending to be concerned when it was just their job. Besides, it's not like they could help. She shook off her momentary defeat and got up, grabbing her neatly folded coat. Without even so much as glancing at him, she left without indulging gratitude in him.

Moving through the streets of Konoha was simple enough. Anko passed by the busy streets with the distinct feeling that somebody was following her; no, someone was following her. She began off in a sprint, allowing people to gawk at her ninja skills. However, her pursuer was much more discrete about his presence. Soon, she was in a much more desolate place; somewhere where she can wreak havoc on her pursuer without interruption.

"Following me around now? Aint you quite the stalker?" She spoke without her back turned to him.

"If you say so." He replied casually. She clenched her fist. It irked her that he was being so casual about this all. She whipped around to face him, simultaneously throwing out a few shiruken. She did not expect to see him of all people.

"Orochimaru." She barely whispered.

"I would say, long time, no see, but it hasn't been that long, since last time?" He spoke menacingly.

"So it was you following me all this time? Is that why my cursed seal has been going off?"

"My, oh my, you fail to understand, Anko. That's what I find so cute about you." He licked his lips with that tongue of his. She became weary and was right to; however it was to no avail. His tongue shot out all too quickly and she didn't react. It wrapped around her body, crushing her.

"I already told you. You were not worthy. You were not worthy of the curse seal. You were just an experiment. And you know what happens to experiments that fail." The tongue continued crushing her and appeared before her face. It then occurred to her. How was he able to talk if his tongue was there? Genjutsu? Unfortunately, she was abruptly interrupted as the tongue forced its way past her lips and straight down her throat, effectively cutting her air supply off.

"How long have you heard the curse seal, dear Anko?" She continued to writhe within his tongue, to no effect.

"It is a wonder that such a failure can survive so long." Suddenly, her body became encompassed in excruciating pain. She shut her eyes. What a shitty way to die.

She shot up again, feeling bile in her throat. Turning to her side, she released her vomit all over the floor…and someone's shoes. Still with a trail of saliva hanging, she slowly looked up to see Gai, who looked mortified at his now ruined clothes. He stepped back, to inspect the mess further and then smiled.

"For the fervour of youth burns brightly in me! I shall not let such a small thing deter me from my mission!" Naturally, the good guy pose followed.

Once the shock of Gai's eccentricities mellowed down, she remembered the events preceding. Her face turned stone hard to prevent herself from throwing up more. She said nothing and just sat there, in a room which looked much like the inside of the hospital.

It was only half an hour later that the door opened. Three people walked through: Kakashi, the 5th Hokage, and her lieutenant.

"Anko, how are you feeling?" Tsunade asked in a motherly fashion.

"F-fine, Hokage-sama." Her lie did not convince anyone there but they let it pass. Tsunade turned to Gai.

"You are dismissed, Maito." He saluted and left promptly.

"Shizune, I'll leave the explanation to you." Shizune sighed. Was Tsunade that lazy that she was not even bothered to explain?

"Anko, we have noticed you have been experiencing difficulties with your curse seal. It has come to our attention that it became worse since the death of the 3rd Hokage-sama." She waited for a response but received none.

"Since Kakashi is an expert at seals and a very able jounin, you have been assigned under his care. He will report your progress so long as you are his charge." Once again, she paused, hoping the normally fiery Anko would reply or complain. However, she was disappointed once again.

"Two more things; do you remember what happened?" Anko shook her head slowly. At least she was responding. "Be careful, Anko." This time, she snorted out of habit; like she cared whether she was being careful or not. With that, Tsunade and Shizune took their leave. Kakashi remained standing there.

"Anko, let's go." He looked at her expectantly but she did not react. He sighed. Something had happened that he wasn't aware of, even if he was there when it happened. He approached her and kneeled down, careful to avoid the vomit.

"Anko, what happened?" She did not even register his presence. "This isn't getting anywhere. If that's the case, I'll just carry you out." Surprisingly she didn't even resist although Kakashi handled her quite gently. Even he felt slightly disconcerted now. Carrying her in his arms, he received some strange looks but ignored them. He was used to ignoring. After all, he did wear a mask. That alone garnered puzzled expressions.

He definitely felt odd at the moment too. The last time he carried a girl like this, she had been dead. Now this girl was tightly holding onto him as if her life depended on him, burying her face in him. He almost smiled under his mask. At least he wasn't dealing with enemies this time.

Viraten's Note: Er…chapter 2 I guess. As you may probably have realized, I guess it won't end here. I haven't really read it through either. Maybe I should get a beta or something…