Chapter 4- The face of a warrior

The room that they had given John seemed comfortable enough. It wasn't too regal or anything but combined both professionalism and comfort. Way more than what John was used to.

He found it relaxing but opted to still be in high alert just incase his hosts attempted to try something 'ridiculous'. He went as far as to check the food and water they had given him for poison, and made sure it wasn't tampered with. It wouldn't have mattered any way, his super human metabolism would have made the poison null. The Chief quickly scarfed his meal down and downed the entire two gallons of water they had given him as it was a shot glass. There's was something else that he wanted to do that he had not been able to do in forever.

He checked the entirety of he room for any hidden cameras or listening devices that might be recorded his movements and voice and decided it was safe enough to relax a bit. He reached up to his neck and hit the airlock seals of his helmet, releasing the pressurized air of the Mark VI with a hiss. John removed his helmet and set it gently on the ochre table that stood in the center of the room. It felt weird to him at first breathing in air that didn't go through the air scrubbers of his helmet, but he got used to it and began to enjoy the 'fresh' air.

John began the ritual of removing his armor. Normally it would have been protocol to have several technicians assist in the removal of the MJOLNIR armor plates but over the years protocol seemed like an idiotic thing to follow. Besides all Spartans were secretly trained thoroughly in the art of maintaining their respected armor and being able to remove it on their own. After only a few minutes time, the Chief stood in his body glove with his armor laid out before him in a standard repair layout. He checked and rechecked all of the MJOLNIR systems expertly and found several problems with some of the hardware. The stabilizer systems were damaged minimally but it wasn't anything he couldn't fix with a few tools. There was one thing that he knew for a fact that was damaged. John eyed the back plate of the torso armor and looked for the shield generator.

"There you are."

He removed the back panel and placed the heavy plate onto the floor next to him. John frowned at the damage before him. Two energy emitters were blown and the plasma conductor could have seen better days. There's was no way to fix it unless he took the back piece to the nearest UNSC repair facility, which he knew wasn't going to happen anytime soon. All in all it didn't mean that the energy shields were completely useless though. They still worked, only to a lesser degree. From now on until he got them repaired his shield would be like the old Mark V shield. If anything this was a reminder for him to not depend to much on technology, something that John was already prepared to do.

He finished reattaching the shield circuitry plate and stowed his armor to the side of the large leisure futon they had graciously given him. He looked around his room and spotted a small bathroom that he hoped had a shower.

Anko sneaked through the Hokage mansion with the kind of stealth that took years and hundreds of infiltration missions to acquire. So far no one had detected her presence but she wasn't at the finish line yet.

'He's got to be around here somewhere.' she thought as she continued to make her way quietly through the lightly illuminated guest hallways.

She finally made it to the corridor were Konoha's "guest" was being kept. At least, she hoped that they were keeping him here.

She lowered herself slowly onto the ground, taking extra care not to make a single noise. Anko (crawling on all fours) methodically made her way to the very corner of the wall that lead into the hallway. She reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a small, marble like, glass ball that she let roll slowly to the middle of the hall way. Reflections mirrored off of the ball, warping them slightly. It was all she needed to peak around the corner. Her eyes picked out the distorted reflection of two ANBU guarding the entrance to the guest suite.

'So I guess old Tsunade-Sama doesn't trust him yet to be by himself.' she mused.

A girlish smile crept on her face at the single thought of how easy this was going to be for her to accomplish. Anko crawled backwards a few inches and stood up ever so quietly. She made her way down the guest suite corridor with a bounce to her step as if she had just won the Konoha lottery. The two ANBU noticed her right away and quickly bowed in respect.

"Lady Anko you grace us with your presence." the one wearing the cat mask spoke.

"Greetings fella's! I have orders from the Gondaime to interrogate our "visitor" on some important matters. I'm going to have to ask you gentlemen to retire from your posts."

The two ANBU looked at each other in confusion. Cat-mask spoke.

"But ma'am we were ordered by Lady Tsunade herself to…" Anko cut the man off with throat slice motion.

"Are you suggesting that I'm making this up?" she scolded.

"No ma'am but…" she cut him off again.

"It seems to me that Ibiki didn't train you guys well when it comes to taking orders. Oh well I've always wanted a sparring dummy made out of human flesh." she finished her sentence with a devilish smile. The two ANBU tensed at the statement.

'I love making people shit themselves' she thought evilly.

She pursed her lips and placed her index finger over them to simulate a child in deep thought .

"Lets see…first I'll kill you both, then skin you… no wait first Ill skin you then let you die off on your own. No that would be too annoying. Hmm… I heard impaling somebody is quick and almost painless…" her words trailed off as she looked towards the ceiling.

If anything all ANBU knew how much of a lunatic Anko really was but none of them would openly state it. Anything she ordered usually happened without hesitation and without question. Such was the way she earned respect and a certain fear inspiring aura that surrounded her. The two ANBU looked at each other and decided that their flesh was more important than disobeying an order.

"Yes my lady." cat mask said timidly "We both obey you without question."

"Good! I'm glad to hear that now if you would please run along?" she shooed them away impatiently

The two ANBU took their leave after the mind raping they endured from Anko. She waited until the sound of their foot steps echoed off into the distance to make her move. After a whole ten seconds of waiting she knew they were gone.

'Show time'

The attractive kunoichi stared at the door to the room and contemplated her plan to sneak in. An idea popped into her head that made her giggle in excitement. She placed her right hand in front of her chest and made half of the 'tiger' hand sign.

'Meisai Gakure no Jutsu! Camouflage Concealment Technique!'

Instantly her body blended in with her surroundings, concealing her perfectly from the

naked eye. A jutsu like this one was one of the many "benefits" she had gained form being Orochimaru's test subject. Only one thing was wrong and it made Anko grumble in frustration. Her trench coat, that she has worn since what seemed like forever, was still visible to the naked eye . If anyone would have walked by that hallway, they certainly would have been spooked by the floating article.

'Oh for fucks sake! I forgot this damn thing isn't laced with chakra fibers!' she thought in annoyance. She decided she didn't need the old thing anyways and tossed it aside casually. Anko tiptoed slowly up to the crimson painted pine-door and placed her left ear ever so gently upon it. She closed her eyes and attempted to visualize the room by sound.

The room itself began unveiling itself in her thoughts. She could her the sound of water running through pipes, rushing out of a shower head and splashing over a human body.

'He's taking a shower eh? Well at least he's clean'

Anko decided to make her move before he finished showering. She placed her finger over the keyhole and ran a current of dark blue chakra through the metallic chamber. A tiny, satisfying click made her smile at her own skill. Turning the door knob in quiet fashion she opened the door to the leisure room slightly. Her eyes darted right and left scanning for anything that might surprise her. She spotted the familiar massive bulk of armor that he wore put to the side of the leisure futon nice and neat. The door let out a small creak as it opened slightly more. She hoped to God that he didn't hear it, and waited to make sure that he didn't. Nothing. Anko squeezed her way into the small opening that she made for herself and closed the door behind her, making sure that the door bolt didn't make a noise.

'Alright you son of a bitch,' she thought 'I'm going to see your face whether you like it or not!'

The shower abruptly stopped running as it signaled the end of his shower. Anko pressed herself against the wall. She watched as the door to knob to the bathroom turned slowly. It felt like her heart was going to leap out of her chest in anticipation.

'This is it!'

Her nose began to bleed at what she saw.

He looked like a model from one of Orochimaru's old medical books come to life, his tall pale physique perfect in every shape and form. His body glistened from the water of the shower as did his short cut brown hair. Her eyes tracked him as he made his way to the futon and picked up a strange looking black article of clothing. He slipped through the opening in the back of the article and watched as it covered his fit form snuggly. So far it seemed that he didn't notice that she was there.

Anko pressed her self harder against the wall and slowly crept her way closer to him. Her breath slowed as she got closer to him. Nothing was going to stop her from seeing his face.

'Wow' was all she could think.

He had a few freckles that dotted his pale face and his dark wood eyes were filled with a confidence that no other person could ever hope to match, save for maybe that idiot Naruto. A few thin scars lined his face but they weren't deep enough to make him any less attractive. She could tell that he had definitely seen his fair share of battles. It was something that made Anko even more infatuated with him. Strong, fearless, handsome, tall, confident: all were characteristics that made Anko wet with excitement and this guy combined all of them in one. She tensed as he began to make his way toward her.

'Damn it.' she thought as he approached. Anko relaxed a bit as he notice him walk right past her seemingly oblivious of her presence.

'Phew.' was all she could manage as her left arm was suddenly forced behind her back by a colossal grip. A whimper left her lips as she was forced up against the wall by a muscular forearm, her jutsu failing as her body was fully revealed.

"Why were you spying on me?" he said pressing into her back.

She tried to move but his grip and strength were to much for her to handle.

"Answer me!" he barked.

"I…I wasn't spying on you! I just wanted to get a look at your face!" she managed to spit out.

"Don't lie to me." his voice was more calm now as she knew what he was beginning to do. An interrogation was an interrogation and Anko wasn't a stranger to it.

She made an attempt to turn her head to see him but only managed to get a glance through her peripheral vision. That was all she needed in order to tell that his face was stern and that his eyes gave a "I'm control right now so you better do what I say" expression. He tightened his already firm grip on her arm which made her moan a little in pain.

"What were you doing in here?" he asked calmly.

"I told you already. I wanted to get a look at your face since my first attempt was a complete disgrace." she said hoping that he would believe her. After all it was the truth which was something that Anko would never tell in any other situation. He stayed silent for a few moments.

"Where did you get active camouflage ?" he asked.

"Active camouflage?" she repeated his words in confusion. She managed a small laugh at what he just said "What the hell are you talking about?"

He jerked her from the wall and forced her on the ground, his knee pressing into her back. He reached for both of her arms and pulled them back across each other like an x. She coughed harshly as the pressure on her back made her lose her breath.

"Don't make this harder on yourself and just answer me plainly." he said as he pulled slightly tighter on her arms. It was enough to make Anko cry in pain.

"I don't know what your talking about! It was one of my jutsu, I swear it!" she screamed in pain. He relaxed his grip a little at her cries of pain. Tears began to cloud her vision as she struggled to draw in breath from his weight. As if in response to her coughing, he removed his knee from her back and flipped her over to get a better look at her face. She blushed a bit as her gaze met his. Even through the tears, she could still see the confidence burning in his eyes. His deep voice made her snap out of her trance.

"Can you get up?" calmly asked as if nothing just happened.

"I- I think so." she said shocked at how fast he went from being a real bastard to being a helpful guy.

He stood her up with no effort and casually made his way to the futon and lay himself on it. It creaked as his weight was pressed into the mattress.

Anko tried to flex her arms but she winced in pain at the sore shoulder muscles.

"What the hell was that for?" she asked abruptly. She turned to look at him, eyes clearing up. He just lay there with his arms crossed behind his head staring into the ceiling.

"Well what the hell? Are you unable to talk all of a sudden?" she forced the words on him.

He turned his head to look at her and turned back to look up to the ceiling.

Anko exploded like a volcano.

"You motherfucker! Answer me!" she yelled, clenching her fists.

"Please be quiet if your going to be in here." he said calmly.

'He must be screwing around with me! Does he think I'm stupid or something?' she thought, breathing in deeply. Anko realized that this guy was something else. Nobody ever before save for Orochimaru had pissed her off this badly, even that damn idiot Uzumaki.

'Alright then I'll play along with your game.'

She approached the center table and pulled one of the chairs out to face him. Anko sat cross-legged with her sore arms resting on the back support of the chair. She hoped that her boobs would at least catch his attention. He just glanced at her and continued to stare into the ceiling.

'What the fuck!'

Nothing.

'What the hell is the matter with you?'

Anko couldn't take it anymore. This guy was going to talk whether he liked it or not and Anko knew a surefire way to make him talk. She stood from the chair and approached him as sensually as she could possibly manage.

"You must be pretty tired from today's events, but I bet not to tired to relax a bit." she emphasized 'relax'.

He lay there silent at her words.

'Alright then, here I come.'

She got down on all fours and crawled as sexy as she could to the futon.

"How about you and me relax together? I promise I wont bite…much." she crawled up unto the futon and over his muscular body. She straddled his crotch as she made sure that her ninja skirt was raised up so that her white panty's were exposed.

He looked at her with some bewilderment in his eyes, but quickly shrugged it off and just turned his gaze to the side.

"What's the matter?" she asked hoping that maybe her simple question might spark something in him.

She ran her hand softly on the side of his cheek and turned his head toward her. There was something in his eyes that made Anko frown. Even through the confidence in his eyes she could see something that only came with years of fighting. Exhaustion.

She decided that it was definitely not the right time to talk with him, especially not after, God only knows, what he's been through.

"I'm sorry." she said as she got up "Forgive me for trespassing in your room." she bowed as she said this. He looked at her and nodded slightly.

Anko left the room with the burden of major disappointment heavy on her mind. It wasn't that he resisted her sexual advance's, or even that he saw right through her jutsu, but a disappointment in herself for not letting him sleep. The look in his eyes kept coming into her mind as she made her way down the fully deserted hallways. If she wanted to talk to him she was going to have to earn it. "How" was the only thing that she needed to find out.

Hey there everybody! First off I want to apologize for not updating for quite a while. My only excuse is that school work has been a pretty big hassle latly but I ve gotten through the hard part now so Ill be able to update with a new chapter quicker. This chapter is kind of disapointing to me in that I really wanted to get to the trial of The Chief but I wasnt able too fit it in. It will definatly be in the next chapter though I promise. Chapter five should be out by saturday. I would like to again say my thanks to all my fans of the series and for being patient with me as I got this chapter out. All comments and critiques are welcome!

Thanks for reading!- Hydra Alpharius