Anko didn't know how long she had been in Orochimaru's hideaway, but it must have been a while since she was starting to feel right at home.

She had gotten use to sleeping in Orochimaru's room, even though she still laid down the law of what he was not allowed to do to her. Still, every other night when she woke up from with Itachi's laughter ringing in her ears, she would greatly welcome Orochimaru's comfort. Usually, he already had his arm around her waist and Anko would wrap it tighter around her and usually it kept the demons away long enough to help her fall back asleep. But on some nights, she would wake up with the old scars burning and she would hate herself and everything around her for not being able to prevent from getting the scars in the first place. She would snatch out of his protective hold and walk around the room, staring at him, pacing, anything to keep her control from breaking. She'd then retire to the futon across the room and watch Orochimaru's side lower and lift as he slept until she herself fell back asleep. She knew that he had been awake the whole time.

He always convinced her to go outside with him for a little while which surprised her. She had half expected to keep her locked up all day in the dreary hideout of him but he commented that she was losing too much color and that he didn't need her losing her mind from Claustrophobia.

It was a long shot, but Anko was starting to think that he was trying to give a damn. He went to great lengths to keep her safe, such as training Sasuke until he was too exhausted to come after her and locking their door at night, Anko thought it just had something to do with his possessive nature but she never questioned his tactics. It was just good to be with him like old times, to feel like she could at least try to be with him again. Their old bond was slowly re-building itself and she was too wrapped up to realize it.

She hated Kabuto though. He was a Martyr and love to scare and taunt her with 'questions' about her experience with Itachi. There wasn't much to tell and she made sure that she told him that, but she always had her back to him so that he couldn't see the fear on her face. But he hated her as well. He muttered quite a few times that she was more trouble than she was worth on account that she caused herself and Sasuke constant trips to the medical ward which kept him preoccupied from his work.

Sasuke however, was just plain difficult.

He hated her for everything: denying him Itachi's end, surviving the Tsukuyomi, living, everything and anything that he could think of.

Sometimes Anko would just be sitting down or not doing anything and he would burst into the room and try to choke her. Each time she would either knock him out or keep him occupied long enough for Kabuto to show up and sedate him. Every now and again she would look around and find him staring at her in a predatorily fashion. His arms would be crossed; hands clenched and curled up in his sleeves to resist another attack. His eyes were always so angry but there was something else in them, some kind of brokenness that she could relate to. If she didn't walk away first he would and their moment would be gone until next time.

She was currently lying on Orochimaru's bed, staring lazily at the Snake Sannin as he rummaged through the papers and scrolls on his desk. It was very late and both of them should have been asleep but that was a problem for most insomniac nutcases.

Anko laughed which caught his attention. "You can't read that much." She joked.

Orochimaru smiled, glad to have a distraction. "I'm actually looking for something."

Anko sat up, her legs hanging off the bed side. "Need some help?"

"I suppose, it concerns you after all."

"Excuse me?" Anko said as she walked to his desk.

"I had a copy of your medical history here somewhere but I seemed to misplace to."

Anko's' hand came down on top of his, pinning him to the desk. "What do you need my medical status for?" she asked.

He laughed and removed her hand from his "Just to check up on some things, such as any history with hallucinations. I just want to be sure that we don't have a repeat of the other night."

"I'm not crazy!" Anko exclaimed, angry and ashamed "This has never happened to me until you showed up in my life again!" she threw down a file she was holding and stormed off.

Orochimaru grabbed her arms before she could get too far, "Easy, easy." He cooed. He pulled her struggling form against him and rested his chin on her shoulder. "It's just a precaution love, nothing against you. You lose your temper too easily you know."

They stayed in that position for a moment, getting use to the feel of one another and taking in the scents of one another that never seemed to change [Anko smell of a hospital while Orochimaru smell of fresh dirt, respectively].

Orochimaru made a bold move and pressed his nose to her neck.

"What are you doing?" she growled.

His chuckle was a rumble against her back. "I was just imaging what was going through Itachi's' head when he had his hands around this pretty neck.
Anko shot out of his grip and turned to him with a death stare. "Shut your mouth!"

"I may say whatever I want Anko, it's you who needs to be careful."

Ankos hands rolled up into tight fists and she tried to resist punching him. She could feel the old scars on her wrists burn as her hands twisted up harder. She really wished she had a knife of some sort to cut Orochimaru up with as well as herself but every time she looked at the gleaming blade of a knife, she could see Itachi's eyes reflect off it.

"Fuck you." Was all she could manage.

Orochimaru reached out and touched her neck softly. His grip suddenly tightened and he pulled her to him again. "That's one of the best suggestions you've ever had."

Anko saw his expression had just enough time to dodged his lips but they landed on her neck, which wasn't a problem for him at all. She was then pushed against the desk, she put her hands against it to keep herself up but Orochimaru kept trying to push her down.

"Knock it off!" she pulled her legs under him and kicked him off. Orochimaru hit the wall with very little force. He stayed hunched over for a moment, like a corpse rising from the dead.

"What the Hell is wrong with you!" Anko yelled at him disgustedly. When he didn't answer, she stormed away to the bathroom.

The first thing she did was examined her neck in the mirror. She was surprised to see bite marks scattered over her skin, she was surprised that she didn't feel them in the first place. "Vampirism moron." She muttered, starting the shower. She undressed and stepped into the warm water, cleaning the dried blood off.

She heard the faint sound of the door opening and someone enter in and close it. "It's occupied." She stated, knowing who it was.

"You're under suicide watch remember?" his voice was bitterer, he was probably angry at her kicking him.

"Oh yeah, I'm going to try myself with the shower curtain oh no!" She mocked, laughing at her own strange joke before becoming serious again. "Look, sorry for hurting you but you seriously asked for it."

He smirked from his place on the wall. "I was curious."

"Not too much to be curious about." She said.

"On the contrary there is, you're very interesting to observe whether you want to be or not."

"You are a damn snake." She muttered.

"You are my prey after all."

Anko scratched her wet hair in annoyance "I'm…not your anything."

"Would you like to be?"

Anko was quiet. She as slightly surprised that he would ask such a meaningful question to her. Maybe he was playing with her, but he sounded so sincere…..

Still, it wouldn't matter. She wasn't going to be here much longer if she could help it.

She turned off the water so that Orochimaru could hear her clearly. "I swam through those waters once and almost drowned. I 'm never going back."

She was responded with silence. "Orochimaru?" she called out. He must of left. She shrugged and reached out of the shower curtain for the towel that usually hung there. She felt the soft material and tried to pull it to her but it was caught up by something. She gave it a hard yank and…..Orochimaru fell on top of her.

"What the Hell?" she exclaimed, pissed off that he was against her naked skin.

"I was going to help you out-"

"Get off me before I cut your damn hands off!"

He stared at her for a while; his analyzing eyes seeing in her beautiful broken ones. It surprised him how someone with so much damage could be so spirited and hardcore like her. Orochimaru loved watching people break; in fact it was a hobby. That was part of his reason for bringing her here, to watch her do that exact same thing she had done back in the hospital. Break.

The way she did it was a major turn on: the way her body bounced and shifted from the nightmares, the way her pulsed died out and increased, the way she dug her nails too deep into her own skin and made herself bleed, all of that was enough to drive him insane with need and want. Not just need and want to watch her break, but both to get closer to the thing that drove him most insane. That broken body of hers.

He gripped her shoulders and kept her pinned to the wall.

"Yeah, get off!"

He leaned back some and Anko watched a smile form on his face as his eyes wondered up and down her scarred form.

He memorized each cut, and every dark bruise that was taking to long to heal. One of his hands slid down to a dark brown one next to her belly-button. Anko jerked and squired but Orochimaru was able to contain her with only one hand.

Anko stopped struggling when she felt an icy warm feeling spread over her abdominal. She moaned as she felt a second of pain and then the sensation disappear. She looked down at the place he was still touching; his hand was covering a clear patch skin, one of the few parts of her that was truly healed.

"…Thanks…" was all she could think to come of with. How could she thank him for his strange tactics?

He kissed her why she was still thinking. She gasped but couldn't move due to the lack of space he was allowing. She breathed uneasily through her nose and tried to calm down; she could hear her own heartbeat pulsating through her ears. She was scared but Orochimaru didn't seem to want to hurt her, not intently at least.

She slowly returned his light affections, still worried that it would end in disaster. His frame lifted off of her slightly so that she could move more. She thanked him for this by wrapping her arms around his waist.

He smiled and added pressure to their kisses.

It felt good but then she tasted blood and began freaking out. "Stop." She whispered against him. He must have misheard her for he trailed from her lips to her neck.

She moaned softly and tried to focus on him but when she looked up her mind went into total fear attack.

Itachi was standing in front of the closed door, the steam in the room making him look a ghost. Oh wait…

He glared dangerously at her, his face screwed in a way that made him look disgusted; his attention switched to Orochimaru since he couldn't find the strength to look at her anymore. "Make him get off you."

She opened her mouth but she couldn't get the words out. Itachi's expression changed to intense anger and he turned stepped forward with the full intention of killing someone clear on his face.

"Stop!" she screamed to Itachi; but instead Orochimaru shot up. "What is it?" since she wasn't giving her eye contact, he took her face in his hand and she threw him back. He stumbled away from her but managed not to fall back.

Unknown to him, he landed at Itachi's feet which caused Anko to squeal slightly out of fear.

Orochimaru arched up and looked around for what was causing her distress. He didn't see Itachi for some reason…

Itachi smiled at her reassuringly. "That's more like it…" and he faded with the steam.

She didn't understand. He's suppose to be dead, why was he there? She sunk to the floor and sulked on her fears.

Soon enough she saw Orochimaru leave, leaving Anko alone, cold and scared out of her mind.

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Orochimaru laid out on his bed, getting lost in the designs on his ceiling.

He wondered if it would always be like that, him wanting something and yet not being able to have it because the consequences would affect him to much.

That wasn't suppose to be a problem though, he was use to getting what he wanted because most people were too afraid to deny him it, and if they did, the poor bold souls, he would take it by force and be done with it.

But he couldn't bring himself to take her by force. It had been set in his mind many times, like at the hospital. She had been so venerable, he could have taken her then and no one would have every known. But something had stopped him, some invisible force kept him from hurting her, despite how he had wanted, and still wanted to.

Ever since he had found her in that closest, shaking, bleeding, and dying with needles in her arm, the urge to be around had grown tremendously.

Most nights we would stay awake for hours and watch her twit and turn from the nightmares that never seemed to stop. She was always sweating and moaning in pain and every other night saying someone's name. It was usually his or, to Orochimaru's' not much surprise, Itachi's.

'Itachi…Itachi please stop looking at me like that…I didn't….Itachi please stop doing this…..'

If she didn't wake up screaming, she would wake up sobbing and he would be unsatisfied but would try to coo her back to sleep.

He wanted her blood, to hear her scream, to sleep peacefully beside him and then jolt up shrieking. He wanted to see the skin where her sweat was coming from. He wanted to experiment with something completely different for once.

But at the same time, he wanted her to be happy. He wanted her to laugh, to sleep without the nightmares every other night. He wanted her to want to be with him.

He turned to the bathroom where Anko was exiting. He turned away so that she would have privacy to get dressed. Neither one of them said anything to one another, despite how much there was to be said.

She walked to the bed; she was wearing baggy white sleeping shorts and a black t-shirt. She laid down her usually distance from him. He glanced at her but looked away when she looked at him. He cleared his throat but couldn't think of anything to say.

"Awkward." Anko sang. The humor in her voice indicated that everything was alright between them.

"I don't regret what I did." He said simply. The only thing he did regret was not doing it sooner.

"I know." She said. "Still, I never thought you'd be the rapist type."

He laughed "I told you I like young girls didn't I? If they don't obey than it's best to convince them."

"I wasn't very convinced." She said, strangely she found a lot of humor in the situation.

"That's because you're experienced." He pointed out. "You've been everywhere and done everything and any-" he was caught off by the pillow Anko was trying to smother him with.

"Shut up you demented pervert!"

He grabbed her arms and forced her off of him, causing her to somehow sit in his lap. She glared at him as he held her thighs down.

"Get your hands…off me."

He grinned down at her, his hands slid up and down her legs and then tried to get under her pants but Anko would not allow such actions. She locked her legs together which stopped him from getting further. "I thought you only taught young girls." She growled looking into his eyes.

"Now that I think about it, twenty-three isn't all that old."

"…twenty-four." Anko said bitterly.

"My my, you're all grown up now aren't you.' He made another attempt at her neck but Anko dodged his lips each time. "Let me go."

"Why?"

"Why? What the Hell do you mean why? I am not about to… have sex with you."

"Why not, it could be fun."

"….Orochimaru." she warned in a whispered tone "If you are not off me in two seconds, I'm going to grab the knife under my pillow and cut the thing that causes your next generation off."

Orochimaru jumped to the other side of the bed.

"Thank you." She turned her back to him so that he couldn't see the look of desire on her face. She was able to conceal the shiver going down her spine but not the sweat that had gathered at her neck and shoulders. "Just….go to sleep now," she said, her voice shaking slightly.

Orochimaru smirked at Anko's form. He could feel the ecstasy radiating off of her. He wanted her right then and there.

He reached out to touch her side but Anko was facing him a second later, leaning up slightly so that they closer. She had a kunai to his throat. She chuckled at his irritated expression, leaning down and whispering to him. "When I want to have sex with you, I'll do this again okay?"

Orochimaru's expression turned to one of dumbfoundment. "So you're interested…" he mused, enjoying the feeling of Anko's light frame on top of him. She laughed gently, circling the kunai dangerously around his temple. "No."

He frowned as she got off of him. He turned over and his side and stared at her head. He couldn't stop staring at her. After a moment, he reached out and gently touched her hair; she flinched but was quiet and turned towards him. She was asleep, which meant that he could take advantage of the whole situation.

But instead, he chose to watch her sleep.

For the moment, her hair, loose from its ponytail, was cascading down over parts of her place, giving her a worn out and glossy appearance. Her skin was smooth and slightly orange on behalf of the lamp shining down on her from Orochimaru's side. Her breathing was stilled and low, indicating that she was having a peaceful sleep. Orochimaru couldn't help but smile, knowing that she would sleep tonight reassured him for some odd reason.

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"Here"

Anko watched a pale hand slid a glass of orange juice in front of her. She looked up and stared at Sasuke in surprise. He left the kitchen after that without giving her a second look. Just as he left, Kabuto entered and sat a prescription pill bottle beside her glass. She picked it up and examined it. "What the Hell is it?"

"Klonopin Ora" he stated. "It's just something to help with the Hallucinations you've been having."

Anko threw the pill bottle across the room. "No fucking way."

Kabuto sighed agitatedly and picked it up, slamming it back down in front of her. "Trust me, I'd like to watch you lose your mind but it's Lord Orochimaru's orders."

Anko snorted. "Lord Orochimaru." She mused mockingly. "If you ask me, that man likes playing God like little girls like playing dress up."

"But no one did ask you." Orochimaru said entering the kitchen

Kabuto gulped as his master brushed past him, whispering "Thanks for the support." The medical nin bowed his head in shame.

Anko smirked and took another sip of her juice. A few seconds later, Orochimaru took a seat across from him with a black coffee mug. He stared at the bottle of pills beside Anko's orange juice glass. "I see Kabuto gave you your medicine." He paused to take a sip from his mug. "You'll have to take two every time you try to sleep."

"I'm not taking the pills." She stated simply.

"You will if you want to stop seeing Itachi everywhere." Kabuto hissed as he caused a hissing sound from the stove.

Anko slammed her hands on the table and stood up to face him. "Will you shut up about Itachi already!" she screamed, causing the two men in the room to get into a fighting stance.

"You think I'm enjoying this? Well I'm not, I want it all to go away so that I can get my damn life back in one piece, but I'm not going to do drugs again to do it!"

For the next few moments, all that could be heard was the sound of the stove cooking something and Anko's heavy breathing as she calmed down. She sat back down and slouched in her chair, staring at the ceiling thoughtfully.

"Again?"

The group turned to see Sasuke leaning against the door frame. For once he didn't look like he wanted to kill Anko; he just looked interested in what she had just said. "You just said you weren't going to use drugs again to solve your problems, you did them once before?"

Everyone turned back to Anko for an explanation. She looked at each one of the faces and scoffed "I don't have to tell any of you a thing!" she grabbed the pill bottle and threw it at Sasuke but it hit the wall beside his head instead. He didn't even flinch which caused Anko's fury to rise more.

She stormed out of the room without a second word or glance at anyone. She trudged down the hallways gritting her teeth and cursing everyone to Hell and back. She was about to return to her room when she saw something move around a corner.

"Hello?" she called out. It just then accrued to her that she hadn't seen anyone else in the hideout other than Orochimaru, Kabuto, and Sasuke. Maybe there were guards that she didn't know about. She took a step forward but stopped. Was it really worth worrying about?

She scoffed and went back to her room, probably not. As she laid down for a nap, she remembered a time when there was something else that wasn't worth her time.

Fourteen year old Anko walked through the dusty streets of Konoha, not practically looking for anything to do. She stared tiredly ahead, not paying attention nor caring of what was there.

"'Found 'em in my mom's medicine cabinet. She gets knew ones every week so she won't even know they're gone."

Anko stopped and looked impassively at a group of boys in an alley. One, who seemed to be the leader figure, was holding up a backpack full of prescription bottles of all sorts.

"I don't know man," another boy said.

"Look, you told your parents that you'd be with me all day so they won't suspect anything, just-"

"How much?"

The group turned to Anko who was leaning against one of the walls, staring mesmerized at the bag of drugs. The group leader put the bag down. "Look girl if you tell any-"

"I just asked how much they were." She cut in.

The group exchanged glances and the leader stepped forward."I'll sell you three pills for five dollars."

"That's not even enough to cure a headache." She scoffed. The man smirked. "How 'bout I give you ten and you give me…something else." His eyes wondered up and down her developing form and he got some ooh's and ah's and mocking chuckles from the group.

Anko smiled patently said "I'll give you twenty for a whole bottle and let you leave with your dick."

The group burst out into rants and smacked the leader on the back. He scowled at Anko and thrust a bottle into her hands, holding his other out for the money Anko owed him. She smirked and gave him the paper cash. "Pleasure doing business with you."

As she left the alley, pill bottle in plain sight, she passed by a young boy, not much taller than her. He glanced at her, and mainly at the object in her hand but said nothing.

She never gave much thought to the impact this person had on her ten years later.

Anko went straight to her room and closed the door. She sat down on her bed and stared at the bottle of…hmm, how kinky, ecstacy. She popped the cap open and stared at the red tinted pills. There was no emotion on her face at all, no thoughts in her head except how appetizing the pills looked. She sighed and…

threw the pills away.

"Total waste twenty bucks." She muttered as she went to her kitchen to get some real food. Just as she opened to refrigerator, someone knocked desperately on her door. She opened it and….

"Don't do it."

Anko stared at the stranger in confusion and fear. "What?"

The boy with the sad, Sharingan plagued eyes gently grasped her shoulders and whispered terrifyingly "Don't let it end like this…."

She pushed him back. There was something familiar about him. "What are you talking about?"

"I saw you." He said.

'…Oh. He must have been one of those guys in the alley.' She thought. "Relax punk, I threw the pills away. I lost my taste for them about a month ago."

He seemed to be relieved. "That's good. How?"

She smirked at the thought of giving this boy advice. It seemed so unnatural that she was giving out counseling all of a sudden.

"I…the last time I bought drugs illegally, I overdosed and had to be dragged to the hospital by some idiot who broke into my house. It was stupid and I hated how I looked when I woke up that morning." She shrugged "I don't really know, they just didn't taste good after that."

"That's good to know."

She laughed softly. "I suppose."

They stood in silence until the heat began bothering them. "You…want to come in."

He shook his head. "I have to be somewhere soon. But maybe some other time okay?"

"Yeah…"

"I'll kill you some other time okay?"

Anko awaked with a jerk and the warmth of another person drowning her.

"It's alright." Orochimaru said as he stuck a pill in Anko's mouth. She struggled when she felt the horrible taste but was too tired and suffocated to move. She calmed down some when he pressed a cool water glass to her lips.

"See, now that wasn't so bad. And you were making such a fuss before." He was joking but Anko didn't seem to comprehend anything at the moment. She was staring wide-eyed down at her shaky and scarred arms.

"I…I killed Itachi."

Orochimaru looked at her with surprised eyes. What was with her sudden randomness?

Her hands balled into fists and the scars bulged out. "I killed him…I killed him with out a second thought."

Her shaking increased and Orochimaru let his hand hover over her back. "Anko…"

A sob broke through her throat and she curled into a tight ball, her fists directly in her face. "My hands…" she wept "I…can't get his blood…off my hands…" she sunk back into the mattress and cried, most of her sobs muffled by her arms.

Orochimaru couldn't think, seeing her like this made his train of thought swing of course. What caused all of these sudden outbursts? Either she was sicker than he thought or his former student had developed one Hell of a bipolar breakdown somewhere along the line.

He touched the small of her back gently, hesitating. "Anko," he wrapped his arms around her stomach and laid down beside her. Sasuke's words ran through his head 'I'll tell her, I need to tell her.' He was just as a Martyr as he was. It would have been easier on her to tell her now but the arrangement they were in at the moment seemed better.

"Anko…it's okay…it…wasn't intentional, I'm sure it wasn't…" he felt her lean into him and he was glad that she was listening to him. "Shhh…"

Neither one of them realized that the rest of the day passed by, but then again, neither one of them cared because it was just them.

They were both wrapped up in a world of pain and had no plans to leave it.

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