"Mom," Orochimaru whispered worriedly "I'm scared."
Koishii patted his head and smiled at him. Even though she looked strong, Orochimaru knew that she was just as terrified as he was. "Everything will be okay sweetie, I'll handle this." She kissed his forehead and for a long moment held him close.
One of the few things Orochimaru was able to remember about his mother was the warmth she provided each time she touched him and the scent she gave off. To this day he missed it terribly.
"Koishii!"
The warmth around him disappeared as Koishii got up and left to meet, Oyaji , Orochimaru's father. She gave him one last smile before closing the door and leaving him in the darkness of his room.
Orochimaru covered his ears as the shouting began but somehow he still heard the swears his father said. He heard his mother shout something and then something heavy crash to the floor.
And then silence. The beautiful silence.
Unable to take it, he got off his bed and peeked through one of the cracks in his door. He caught a hazy image of his mothers' body lying hunched up on the floor, she must have caused the falling sound. Orochimaru felt something warm and wet under his feet, he looked down at the red watery substance flooding his room. He gasped and opened the door just in time to see Oyaji pull his sword out of his mothers' body.
"Mother!"
Oyaji shot around to him with hate filled eyes.
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"Mother!"
Orochimaru's reflexes told him to shoot up but his body wouldn't comply with what he wanted to do. He struggled some and then looked down at the metal restraints holding down his arms and ankles. He looked around; he was in one of the many labs that existed in that particular base.
"You're up."
Orochimaru arched his neck up to see Anko casually to him. His eyes widened at her appearance.
Her hair was out of its ponytail, her long purple locks flowing down her shoulders. She dressed only in her shoes, short orange skirt, and fishnets; he wished they were more transparent. She was relatively clean other than the dried blood under her nails that looked like black finger nail polish.
She laughed and took a long gulp out of whatever was in the bottle she was holding. She snatched away from her mouth and laughed hysterically, staggering over the table so that she could lean on it to keep herself from falling over.
Orochimaru could smell the substance coming from her breath. Alcohol, and from the heavy stench, a lot of it.
She looked at Orochimaru with dead, insane eyes. "Want some?" she mused, holding the neck of the bottle dangerously over Orochimaru's …area… but he remained still and silent.
She scowled "Of course you don't." she threw the bottle over him and it crashed into one of the cabinets, breaking the glass and causing the leftover liquid to slosh out on him.
He winced and kept his attention on Anko who had gotten off the table was walking up beside him. Beside them was a silver tray scattered with various operation tools. She picked up a sharp, gleaming scalpel and smirked at him. "You enjoyed slicing Itachi-sama open, didn't you?"
'Itachi-sama?' Orochimaru thought, slightly confused.
"You're lucky he wasn't alive when you started cutting him up." She set the scalpel aside and got on top of the table, straddling a very red Orochimaru.
"What are you…"
Anko met his eyes and unexpectedly tore his shirt open. She began removing the strips of clothing off of him until she had an interesting view of his chest; completely smooth and unscarred, unlike hers, too many suicide attempts.
"….you look nice." She whispered softly, almost sadly.
He swallowed hard, what the Hell was up with her all of a sudden?
"Anko," he commanded "Get off me and release me now."
Anko smirked and gave him a look at said 'LIKE HELL I WILL!' She pressed the tip of the blade to his throat. "Fuck no." she pressed down harder and a small line of blood appeared. "I want you to feel what I went through for twelve fucking years." She skipped to his chest and dragged the knife down in a rough path until she reached the hem of his pants.
Orochimaru was in intense pain but slightly pleasurable pain. They only way he could try to numb the pain out was by digging his nails into the table under him. He was digging so deep that his nails were breaking and starting to bleed; he would die of blood lost if he didn't pass out from pain first.
He jerked when he felt Anko's hot, wet tongue lap up the blood under his navel. It was an amazing, lustful, pain filled sensation that made black dots form in front Orochimaru's eyes. He felt that tongue of hers travel upwards until she was at his neck again. And then she stopped and Orochimaru growled in annoyance.
"You lied to me." She said suddenly. She redirected the scalpel to his collarbone. "You played with my head," she pressed the knife into his skin. "Fucked it up with so many lies to the point that I couldn't even think straight." She was now at an extreme vital spot at his neck. She stated into his unbroken, pained eyes. She was jealous of those eyes.
Itachi slipped up beside her, his hand caressing the back of her neck. "Stop playing with him."
"He's my kill; I can do whatever the Hell I want with him."
"Who are you talking to!" Orochimaru gasped.
Anko positioned the scalpel into his windpipe as a warning. "Shut up for a second."
She turned her attention back to Itachi. "Let me handle this, please?"
Itachi glared at her unsatisfied. "Fine, but hurry it up."
Anko smirked. "No, I don't think I will." She looked down at the dazed and confused Orochimaru. "Don't worry; he won't be a problem to us for the time being." She laughed and began kissing and biting his neck.
Orochimaru's eyebrow went up as she kissed him. What was causing her to act like this all of a sudden?
"Um….Anko…." Orochimaru tried to sound strong but the feelings Anko was giving him caused his mind and self-control to do flips. He tried slipping out of the restraints on his wrists but they were designed to be chakra resistant to keep certain experiments from making a run.
She traveled up his jaw and stopped at the corner of his mouth. Hesitantly she applied small pecks around his mouth. Orochimaru turned his head and gently captured her lips.
'I need to keep her distracted as long possible. God knows what else she plans on doing.'
Anko slipped her tongue over his. At first, the new taste was delicious but when the first speck of blood touched her taste buds, Anko flipped.
She unlatched herself from him and jumped off the table, dropping to the floor and throwing up all her stomach contents. Orochimaru could only see her head and back spasm violently. He honestly was a little concerned. "Anko?" he called out, still a little frightened of her.
She sat up on her knees and wiped the vomit remains from her mouth. She looked straight ahead at the man with such disapproving eyes.
'Just do it already.' Itachi scowled.
She glared at him defiantly, a first for her. "He's mine. I may take however long I want with him."
He squatted down took her chin in a very forceful way. 'If you don't take him out immediately, I will make sure that you go out with him.'
Anko's eyes trembled in disbelief and anger. How could he suddenly do this to her?
He smiled suddenly and caressed her cheek. 'I'm sorry. Please Anko, end it now. Don't let him control you anymore…'
Orochimaru watched as Anko slowly stood up again with the scalpel in hand. She turned to him with dead, lost eyes, eyes that did not belong to her.
"Anko…" he whispered.
Anko leveled the scalpel directly over his heart. She smiled at him in a sad but reassuring wau. "I'm really sorry." For the first time that night she sounded like her real self.
"Anko stop!"
Anko shot around as Kabuto and…the shark ninja burst into the room. They looked surprised at the position Anko and Orochimaru were in. Kisame smirked and gave a thumb up. "Wait a go."
Kabuto growled and pulled out a kunai, ready to attack the girl in front of them. "Do not move." He said.
Anko stared at them with her new eyes, she was extremely angry that her mission had been sabotaged.
Kisame stood his ground, ready to attack and capture Anko at will. Kabuto however was more concerned for Orochimaru. "Hang on." He said quietly.
The scalpel in Anko's hand dropped to the ground softly which startled the other people in the room. They watched her carefully, waiting anxiously for her next move. But she only stood there; her head drooped down, her body completely loose. She didn't look as though she wanted to fight.
Kisame and Kabuto exchanged glances and agreed that Kabuto should take the risk of walking past her to release Orochimaru. He kept his kunai in hand and his eyes focused on her. He was standing right beside her now, still and lifeless. He swallowed any hesitation he had left and leaned forward to undo the metal restraints. He looked at his master but his master wasn't watching him. He had his full attention on Anko.
Out of no where, Anko swung her leg around and collided with Kabuto's head, causing him to fall on top of Orochimaru.
She sprinted towards the exit, but was stopped by Kisame who grabbed her arms. "Don't fret kid, it's almost over."
Anko stiffened at his words. "Itachi…" she whispered 'Don't fret precious I'm here…'
Kisame stared at her with an impassive expression. "What did those drugs do to her?"
Kabuto had Orochimaru released finally. He shot up and pointed to Anko "Don't let her go!"
Kisame answered "Wasn't planning on-"
Anko elbowed Kisame so hard in the stomach that he fell backwards just from the hit itself. She sped out of the room without a second glance at anyone.
"Damn," Kisame coughed "I never thought she'd be that strong."
Kabuto applied small rays of healing chakra to his abdominal where Anko had cut him to deep before helping him sit up. He left him momentarily to find bandages and a shirt of some sort for him.
The Snake Sannin stared at Kisame questionable and received the reply. "Just looking after the girl."
"You should look after yourself." Kabuto scowled as he wrapped white bandages around his chest and shoulder where bruises where starting to develop. There was no shirt in close reach so he would have do with out for now.
Kisame stared at Orochimaru strangely. "Last time I saw you, you were able to heal yourself. What happened?"
Orochimaru rubbed one of his wrists. "The restraints on this table are able to absorb chakra, which I use to keep the prisoners in check with."
"…I see." Kisame said, even he thought that was kind of cruel.
Orochimaru sat up. "Let's go find her."
"Are you insane?" Kisame exclaimed "She just tried to kill you, and now you want to go for a second round!"
Orochimaru shrugged "What can I say; I'm a complete masochist when it comes to Anko."
Kabuto silently groaned and thought of an excuse to keep him from going after Anko. "Umm…how's Sasuke?"
Orochimaru glanced at Kabuto, seeing through every charade. "Gravely injured. He's in my chambers and needs a blood transfusion."
He looked at Kisame who smirked with gleaming, sharp teeth. "You gonna make me leave?" he asked dangerously.
Sweat formed at Orochimaru's temple; this guy was somewhat intimidating but he had something more important on him mind.
He turned to Kabuto "Look after him, I'll find Anko."
There was something strange about the way Kisame watch him as he left. "Maybe that's not a good idea on your part."
"I'll be fine."
"Yeah, you proved that clearly tonight."
Orochimaru stole a glare at the shark ninja; he decided once everything was back to normal that he would kill Kisame. "I'll be back."