-1Chapter 5: Forget It
I don't own Naruto. You don't either, unless you're Masashi Kishimoto, and I highly doubt you are.
I swallowed past the air trapped in my throat. I heard my heart in my ears, pounding quickly into my eardrums. Oh, shit. I'm going to die in my own bed. I felt something in the air reaching toward me, though I couldn't prove it. I shot up and gasped when I found my eyes met with an enticing, lovely pair of eyes. Such a nice green, and very hypnotic. I was too scared t say anything, so I just stared at what was in front of me steadily.
Words of Wisdom: carry kunai while you sleep in your clothes.
A weird ass snicker followed the long stare. "Are you…Genma Shiranui?" A thick numbing sensation was dispersed throughout my veins. The blood froze in them and goosebumps rose on my skin. The sound of the voice caused the reaction. Not the fact it knew my name, but the chilly rasp of it.
Times like these don't come often. My life lays on one word. Instant death will come at the utterance of what I chose. Intuition and conscience fought bitterly in my mind, but something else came joined the fight. Anko? What was she doing in my mind? Oh, right, I'm in love, I'm constantly thinking about her. But the image I had of her was different. She looked sad and was mouthing silence. My eyes flew down to the kunai holster strapped around my right leg. But just in case, no sudden movements. I had to answer the question. How? Well, here goes another opaque risk. Suicide, here I come!
"I'm…" Who do I hate? DAMMIT! I hate a lot of people, but why can't I think of them? UGH! SCREW THIS! "I'm Gai Maito! The power of youth compels you!" I smiled my best imitation of Gai, but I sounded like a nun. The eyes seemed to frown.
"Oh? I'm sure you're Genma. Let's see, shall we?" I prepared myself for genjutsu, but not a cool hand taking some of my hair and sniffing it. Sniffing it. I did feel something flick the side of my face.And that's where I lost it.
"Fuck you!" I slapped the hand away, but it was too late.
"You're Genma, alright. Snappy, but the scent gives it away." the voice said.
Okay, so, I'm being raped by an Inuzuka? What's with the sniff thing? Or…shit. This is isn't an Inuzuka, it's…I turned on the light to make sure I was right.
A white hand was raised as the lights were turned on. Black hair fell over the shoulders. My heart stopped. Orochimaru. He was here, right in my apartment. Holy Crap. I'm screwed. What did he want with me?
"What do you want with me?" I demanded. Orochimaru smirked.
"It seems you and Anko have something going on. Am I right?"
I blinked like some idiot.
"No. Why?"
"I was going to make her life living hell using you," he replied.
"What do you want with Anko?" I asked.
"We have personal issues with each other. And I was going to use her boyfriend, but since you're not her boyfriend, well, I can't do anything."
"Yeah. I don't even know who this Anko is," I lied. Lying gets easier the more I do it. Orochimaru shrugged.
"Whatever. I know where she lives, so I'll just make her life living hell directly." The reindeers which I thought were dead sprang up to life, and went around furiously. But…the prancy-ness wasn't prancy-ness anymore. It was more like fire. But with guns. And other pimping crap I couldn't describe. I jumped up out of bed.
"I won't let you," I said, holding kunai in both hands. Well. Suicide. This bastard, Orochimaru has killed tons of people. I suppose I'm here to make a ton and a half. Why do the ninja instincts have to come in now? I don't want to die…yet. Oh, well. Here goes another opaque risk, but, what type of honor is it to die in your own house? Orochimaru turned around.
"Oh, little noble ninja, how sweet." he said. I smiled.
"No. Any ninja would do this!"
And right there, started the fight. I was freaking scared. This guy was going to pull something any minute. And with my lack of food, I was noticing my moves were way slower, and I think I was losing the sugar in my blood.
"Hm. You're pretty good. Not good enough though." I remembered the ANBU. Kicking my ankles was pretty aimless, but it might be helpful here. And, so, here I go, attack of the idiot. I knocked him off his feet, but then I felt something stab my upper arm. I looked and gasped. I had just been bitten by him. On my shoulder, there were two little red holes now. Orochimaru stood and grinned. Ugh. So creepy! "You know, that was poison." Well, shit, I'm screwed. While he caught off guard examining the little hole, I felt something press my diaphragm quickly and hard, sending the air, and some blood, out of me. He cackled and took off.
I just laid there. No breath or energy, and where he had punched me there was a sort of pulsating feeling. Well, I'm going to die. The poison is spreading. My heart is speeding up, and I'm starting to sweat. I started to lose feeling in my hands, and my vision was darkening. I couldn't go on. I guess this is where I meet my end. Well, that's how it works for ninjas. As my grip on consciousness slipped out of my firm grasp, the last thing I thought was Anko. I wish I could've said a goodbye.
I think I'm dead. Seriously. Am I in heaven or hell? Or…am I…? I forced my eyes open. Oh. I'm alive. Dang! I mean, uh, woohoo. I was looking up at a ceiling fan whizzing gently overhead. The windows were open, I heard birds and a breeze, but most of all, the room smelled delicious and nature-y. So I'm alive after all. Alive, but famished. I didn't eat last night, but still. I shouldn't be this hungry. And, hold on a sec…I'm not in my apartment. I'm in a house. I'm sleeping on a plushy big bed, and the room and nice, modern, decorations. Was I kidnapped and raped? After what I learned about me being in "high demand" I've been somewhat paranoid.
I examined my clothes. I wasn't wearing the jacket, but everything else, the under shirt, was there. I was missing my headband, but that was at home. I knew only that much. I came out from under the sheets and onto really soft carpet. This was weird. How the HECK did get here? I'm not dreaming, by the way, because I've already pinched myself. Several times, actually.
I meticulously stepped into a nice hallway and came out into the foyer. Nice. Very sleek. Then I heard voices from one area, and I turned into a fancy kitchen. I saw Yuugao at the table with Hayate by her side. Hayate saw me and smiled.
"Hey. You're finally awake." I frowned.
"Who's house is this?" I asked.
"Mine." replied Hayate. "It will be Yuugao's soon, too."
"Eh? Are you…"
Hayate beckoned me over and pulled Yuugao's hand from her lap gently. On one finger, there was a golden circlet with a tiny diamond crowning it. I stared. So, Yuugao, isn't his girlfriend, but his…fiancée.
So…that explains the double bed…
"We're getting married in a month." Yuugao stated proudly.
"Congrats, but, uh, Hayate, are you rich or something? This place is, well, really nice. I like it a lot." I said. Hayate cocked his head.
"I'm not rich, but I inherited this house form my brother…who was rich. Actually, I inherited everything after he died, so, that explains my house." replied Hayate. "Oh, sit down, your waffles are right here." He added. Waffles? Sheesh. I haven't had those since…god knows when. I sat down and stared at what was in front of me. They were waffles, but topped with strawberries and blueberries. YUM! Before I stuffed my face, I asked one more question.
"Hey, how did I end up here? I was in my house last time I checked." Yuugao and him exchanged glances. And smiles.
"Well," he began, "Tsunade needed us immediately late Wednesday night, so I came by to get you. I went in because there was no answer, and I saw you on the floor, clutching your stomach. My first thought was that you had eaten something bad and passed out, but then I saw you were breathing. I also saw where you got poisoned, and when I saw it, the whole arm was…" Hayate made a face. "It looked gangrenous." I cringed at the thought I might've had no arm if it wasn't for him. "So, I took you to hospital, but on the way, Tsunade stopped me and asked about you. Then she ordered me to put you on the ground while she did something. She said it was to extract any poison from you. And then she said something else and looked scared, but I couldn't hear what she had because she said it so low. But she commanded me to take you home. So I did. And now you wake up two days later." He finished. That explains my hunger.
"No physical activity for you, either. At least for a week." added Yuugao. I didn't realize how badly my diaphragm hurt until she said the part about no physical activity. I couldn't laugh. Or sigh. It hurt too much.
"And…you let me take your bed, why?" I said, raising a fork piled high with waffle and fruit. Hayate scowled.
"Isn't that what any normal person would do? Poisoning is very serious. Besides, the guest bed doesn't suck at all." he replied. I smiled and shook my head.
"Well, thanks a lot. I owe you." Hayate was about to contradict me, but Yuugao cut him off.
"How come you didn't know about our engagement earlier? We're been engaged for a month or so." Yuugao asked me.
"Why? Well, Kiba doesn't know, that's why!" Hayate answered. Yuugao shrugged and leaned back in her chair. "Oh yeah…" Hayate looked around and said in a quiet voice. "Were you really kissing Anko the other day? Don't worry, Yuugao won't tell either." I leaned in and smiled.
"It was her birthday, and I had nothing to give her, so…but I noticed that I had been feeling strangely around her for a while. We've known each other for over a year, but we went from acquaintances to enemies and now…in this awkward state--"
"Love." Yuugao said a-matter-of-factly.
"Yeah, well, whatever, but it's not love." I contradicted. They don't need to know I'm in love with her…YET.
After I finished my breakfast, I left to go buy food for my house. I really, really, absolutely detest shopping, though. Who doesn't? Girls, maybe. But I don't understand them anymore than I do waking up early. I pushed the cart around tossing foods into it. Foods that aren't expired, and taste good. Now I won't die or starvation and malnourishment--Yay. After I bought everything, totaling in two full carts and three hundred fifty dollars, I returned to my apartment. It was half past one, so I decided to go visit Anko. I went into Tsunade's office, which clean and aired out. Her back was turned to the door, so I think she was looking out the window. "Ahem." Tsunade turned around.
"Genma, hi. Sit for a minute, why don't you?"
"I'll stand, thank you." I said stiffly. Tsunade shrugged and took her chair
"Well. I'll make this quick, but the poison we found in you was snake poison."
"Obviously," I scoffed, massaging the bite. Tsunade winced.
"Well…it was Oro--"
"Yeah, I know. He said he was after Anko… that means-- Where's Anko?" I demanded. Oh, please, no. Don't tell me…
"She's fine," Tsunade said hastily. "I think…" she added under her breath.
"What do you mean 'I think?'" I said forcefully. "Where the hell is she?"
"She's running an errand for me, relax, Genma. But…I'm concerned for her. Do you know what Orochimaru intended to do her?" I let go of my tightened muscles and took a seat.
"Well, he said he was going to make her life living hell using me--"
"Why using you?" she interrupted.
"Let me finish!"
"Sorry. Keep going, don't let me inter--"
"Tsunade." I reminded her.
"Right! Go ahead!"
"Anyway," I began, "I don't know that part," I do know, but she won't. "But she's in danger. Did anything happen between her and Orochimaru a while back?" Tsunade nodded.
"Quite a few actually. I'm not going to tell the story. It's confidential. Ask her, in other words. But it looks like he's up to something again. Damn it." she said.
"Well, I know the whole Sasuke thing a while back, but what do you think he's planning now? Fraternity of rapists?" I asked, half joking. HALF JOKING. That guy, I swear, wanted Sasuke for rape, but I guess we'll never know. Tsunade didn't find it funny. "Anyway, what would he want with Anko?" Tsunade smiled. Sweetly, too. Which is fairly scary, coming from her.
"Anko isn't like most females. I'm sure you've noticed that." No duh. "She's stronger than most, in a sense, but I don't think she's prepared for what Orochimaru is thinking of. It's worrisome."
"Duh." I mumbled. "So, what do you want me to do about it?"
"I was asking you questions about what Orochimaru said to you. That way we'd at least have an idea of when and how he plans to strike."
"So, Anko can lock her door."
"Your door was locked, was it not, dear Genma?"
"True. Mine had the deadbolt and everything." I wonder how Oro did get into my place? Seems a bit impossible, no?
"Exactly. So, we need to keep a close watch on the area--"
"I'm on it--"
"No, no! I have Raidou and Aoba for the gates. You, however, get a special mission." Mission, eh? Good. It's about time, but I don't think I should complain right now. Tsunade leaned forward.
"You get to keep a close watch on Anko. Don't leave her alone. You've got sharper senses than all the other ninjas." I do? Hm, I thought I was dead as a doornail when it came to that. "Can you do that for me?" she implored.
"Well, what's so important about Anko that I need to hold her hand?" I can't let anything slip from me. Tsunade grinned malignantly.
"I don't think you want your dearest Anko in the hands of a villain. The same one that came into you house and left you this." Tsunade reached over and pulled my shirt up. I sucked in my breath. Where I had been punched, laid a big black bruise. I'm talking big and nasty. It was like a rainbow, but disgusting and painful. Tsunade looked at it. "You're lucky he didn't do anything else to you." she said. "Or else, you probably would've been dead." she sighed. "And, Anko, along with Kurenai and Yuugao, is one of the strongest females in the village. If Orochimaru gets him filthy hands on her, think. She has capacity to do many things, good and bad. If he manipulates her, what would he make her do? A lot of shit, that's what. We don't need that. Since Orochimaru, in a way, is her weakness, she's easier to control than Yuugao or Kurenai. So, Genma, will you watch her?"
"I guess." I replied. Perfect. I get to know Anko better. I stood up to leave.
"Oh, Genma?"
"Yeah?"
"This is an S-rank mission. Take care of Anko with your life."
An S-rank mission, holy crap. That's the highest missions go. I wouldn't call myself and elite ninja, but I guess I am considering the fact I was just assigned this. If I'm supposed to be recovering, then why am I doing this mission? Whatever Oro is planning, I don't think it will be fun.
Ooh. Now Oro's in the mix. What'll happen? Keep reading. REVIEW!
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