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Italics= thoughts
Chapter 1: First Day
Anko woke up with a start. How did I get here? Where am I? Then she remembered.
Flash back:
As Anko stared, Kurenei and Shizune ran up to her, panting.
"Please, you have to come back. If you don't the guards will bring you by force!" panted Kurenei. Shizune nodded in agreement. The purple haired girl growled,
"I'd like to see them try. They aren't getting me."
"HEY!! What are you three doing outside? It's past curfew!" Anko turned to see two guards in black and green running up to them.
"Sorry", murmured Shizune, looking at the ground, "We were just about to go in."
"No I wasn't!" yelled the now infuriated Anko. Without thinking, the girl launched herself through the air and towards the startled guards. She dealt out a spinning kick, quickly backing it up with two chops from her hands. The guards obviously didn't expect this girl to know how to fight.
One stalled Anko while the other blew a whistle, probable calling for back up. Anko kept on mechanically fighting the guards, until she felt a familiar pain in her neck. Her surrounding started to blur and the last thing she remembered was Kurenei's yell,
"Please don't hurt her! She's new she didn't know any better."
Before everything faded away.
"She's still not awake."
"You can't blame her. That's the second dose of sedative she's gotten in a day."
Anko woke up with a strong sense of déjà vu.
The first thing she saw was Kurenei glaring at her,
"What were you thinking, running off like that? The guards could have seriously hurt you. And attacking them; I don't know if you're just brave or crazy!" hissed the angry kunoichi. Anko didn't seem to hear her,
"Did I knock any of them out?! How many?!" She asked excitedly. Shizune smiled weakly at the look on Kurenei's face. However they were stopped from answering by the sound of the door opening.
The teen looked around now and saw, to her surprise, that the formerly empty room was now filled with people, or rather kunoichis. Some were talking in hushed voices while others just stared at their hands, but they all looked up when the door opened.
A squadron of men in green vests filed into the room. Those must be Shinobi. What are they going to do?
The men merely stood at the doorway. It was the kunoichis that moved; they all headed towards the doorway, most of them wearing expressionless looks.
Kurenei and Shizune exchanged a glance and then turned to look at Anko. Before the teen knew what was happening she had been pulled out of bed and was slipping on a pair of sandals that Shizune handed her.
The two kunoichis each grabbed one of her arms and pulled her through the room and to the door.
Anko stumbled along, watching as the men spread out to flank the women. They're escorting us somewhere. But where?
Glancing around, Anko saw the apprehensive looks on the women's faces. Suddenly she knew where they were going, and why. Those sick bastards.
Anko let herself be pulled along; it would be useless to try to escape while they were guarded. Instead she followed the others; trudging in a line through the dew covered grass. This would normally be a beautiful morning. I would just be waking up at the orphanage right now. I wonder how long it will take the orphanage to find out I'm missing. Imagine, just yesterday my life was normal. Now it's totally screwed. I hope none of the other girls at the orphanage were captured. It makes me wonder how these bastards choose the women they turn into kunoichi. They were probably just skimming through towns, picking off girls who were alone.
Anko was jolted out of her thoughts when they reached their destination.
It was a large building with at least four stories. Large black letters on the front proclaimed it 'Shinobi Inductor's Base'. Shinobi Inductors, what the hell? Oh no! Oh no, no, no! They couldn't mean. . .
But Anko knew what this building was for. She saw the looks on the kunoichis' faces and put two and two together: This was the place where the kunoichi got pregnant. The Shinobi Inductors where the ones who did it.
A secretary had now come up to the group and was speaking with one of the guards. Then he faced the women,
"You all know the drill. You will be called up ten at a time according to your numbers. Until then, you will sit in the waiting room. Now numbers one to ten please step forwards."
Anko watched in horror as Shizune and Kurenei gave her sympathetic looks and stepped forwards.
"This happens every day" whispered Shizune.
"We eventually get used to it. We must if we want to survive." Then the two of them were lead down a hallway and out of sight.
In a daze, Anko followed the remaining women into a long, plain room. The kunoichi waited in silence for their turn to come.
So they just do these women until they're pregnant. Then they probably move them to another lodging. That is disgusting.
Anko realized that her turn would be coming soon. Her plaque number was 13.
Unlucky thirteen. I hope that's not a sign, because no way in hell am I going to let these 'Shinobi Inductors' do that to me!
Right now, there was only one guard at the door. She could take him out and then run for it. Her logic told her that she could just run in one direction and eventually escape the base.
Okay. I will put this plan into action right about NOW!!
Anko sprinted for the door, knocking the guard on the temples when she reached it.
Then she was free. Or at least as free as someone trapped in a high security base could be.
The teen ran quickly around the many buildings, ignoring the shouts and sounds of pursuit.
Don't look behind. Don't look behind. Don't look behind.
She looked behind her and saw to her dismay that she was being chased by at least five Shinobi.
Shit! I can't fight off that many, no matter how good I am. There going to catch up with me soon. My best chance is to loose them and hide.
Anko turned sharply, heading around the next building. She kept on turning at random places until she thought she had lost her pursuers. Speedily, she darted through a gateway and into a training ground consisting of a large track surrounded by a chain fence.
Hearing a noise to her right, Anko turned to see several surprised Shinobi that looked like they had been training.
Oh Crap! Stupid bad luck!
The purple haired girl spotted another gateway at the other end of the track. She would have to make a break for it; it would be useless to go back the way she came. Who knows when the other Shinobi would catch up with her?
Unfortunately, in the time it took for Anko to come up with this plan, the Shinobi on the track had recovered from their shock.
Obviously they noticed what she was wearing and how out of breath she was. Now they were circling, planning on cutting her off.
Only three, eh? I can handle them.
Anko sprinted towards the closest one; he had short black hair and a beard. He was also smoking on a cigar.
"Smoking is a health hazard idiot!" yelled Anko as she feinted with her right hand and punched him in the nose with her left.
One down and two to go.
But now the element of surprise was gone. The next Shinobi, one with longer black hair and orange goggles came at her. Anko swung again with her right hand. This Shinobi had just seen this move and he successfully dodged both hand's blows.
However he didn't doge the kick Anko delivered to his knee.
When he collapsed, the furious purple haired kunoichi fell on him. Several seconds and punches later, and that Shinobi was also out.
So far so good. Just one left.
The kunoichi looked up, expecting to see the last Shinobi approaching her. But he was gone!
Before the girl could react she felt a sharp blow to her back. She spun around just in time to doge a blow aimed at her face. But as she dodged, the man's other hand hit her in the neck.
She was shocked. The Shinobi had just used her own move on her.
Damn! This one might actually be a problem. I need to get away.
The teen took several hasty steps back and sized up her opponent.
It was a young man, probably no older than 20, with spiky silver hair that defied gravity and stuck up. Oddly, the man wore a black mask over the lower half of his face and a slanting headband that left only one dark eye exposed.
The man seemed to be sizing Anko up at the same time,
"You're an unusually good fighter, for a girl." Anko stiffened,
"You're very stereotypical, for a boy!" She retorted angrily. The Shinobi just smirked,
"You shouldn't use such big words. You might hurt your brain."
The girl was extremely affronted.
Why that sexist bastard. If he can't use his jaw properly then I'll just have to break it!
Anko kicked out towards the man, only to find him gone.
This man's just too damn fast!
She heard a movement behind her but was too slow to stop the man's hand connecting with a pressure point on her neck. This time the last thing she heard before blacking out was the man's voice,
"You're an unusually good fighter. But I'm better."