It was barely six in the morning when Anko got a knock on the door. She turned onto her back and tried to ignore it; in due time the knock did not repeat, so she smiled and drifted back to sleep. She had her eyes closed for two seconds when she heard the knock again, but this time it was louder and more demeaning.
She shot out of bed and headed to the door with the full intention of cussing the person out. She didn't even care that she was clad in only a very revealing tank top and pajama shorts (and the house arrest bracelet on her right wrist).
"You better have one Hell of a reason to wake me up this early!" Anko screamed as she opened the door. She stared in shock at who was there.
"Good morning, Anko." Mizuki greeted formally.
Anko gripped her doorknob to muffle her anticipation and rage.
He laughed lightly. "May I come in?"
Before Anko could answer, he leaned into her and pressed the tip of something sharp to her stomach.
"I suggest you say "yes"." He whispered, his psychotic gray eyes laughing at her widened brown ones. They turned into a glare as she stepped aside to allow him entrance. He grinned at her evilly and stepped in. "Nice place you're managing here, Anko." He commented as he made himself at home on her couch. "You have a bleak sense of decorating, though."
Anko got straight to the point "What do you want?"
"Do I need a reason to see a fellow comrade once in a while?" he leered. He laughed at her expression, but when she didn't retort or make a tried to attack him. He grew bored and decided to get on with his business. "I was given an order last night to kill Iruka…and I'm going to do it."
Anko's heart almost stopped. Why Iruka?
"Why?" Anko inquired, not caring what kind of emotions she showed.
Mizuki shrugged. "I just go by orders, Mitarashi." He was suddenly grabbed by the neck and pulled into eyes level with Anko.
"How can you do this to him! He's been nothing but a good friend to you!" she screamed at him, angrily.
Mizuki grabbed her wrists and forced her back into a wall.
"Do you honestly think I give a damn about that? Iruka has been nothing but a pain in my side since the day I met him; him, his fucking kindness, and smarts…" his grip on her upper arms tightened as a sneer of pure rage spread on his face. "It all makes me sick!"
He spent a moment indulging in his own self-pity and hate. He thought about the first time he met that son of a bitch; the day where he had watched Iruka cry in mourning at his parents graves.
It had been one of the happiest moments in his life. He felt like Iruka had deserved it; it was his own dead parents fault for trying to defend their pathetic village, anyway. Who was he to cry when he at least got the privilege to know his parents while most shinobi didn't even know the names of theirs?
He could just vomit at the memory of how the Third Hokage had comforted him. He had understood his sadness and fear…He had shown compassion to that pathetic piece of work.
That love…That understanding…It was all a load of shit.
The sound of a hiss brought him out of his little world. Anko was struggling to get out of his bruising hold with some, but very little success. He smirked and made her meet his eyes.
"You know that there is nothing you can do to prevent this." He whispered. "No one trusts you well enough to look into this matter." He nuzzled her neck slightly, which made Anko jerk. "They won't take a crazed, thrown away bitch's word over a confused, but still kind-hearted victim."
He looked at her again, this time his expression was calm and could be pulled off, if Anko didn't know him so well. She felt his burning hands slid down her arms to her sides and just hold them, no longing, no want, just the touching seemed enough for him. He smiled at him in a saint-like way and leaned his head down to capture her lips in his, but Anko turned away with a scowl.
"Don't you have a girlfriend to worry about?"
Instead of answering, he grabbed her shoulders and threw her behind them, causing her to collide with her table.
"Damn it!" She cursed when her elbow made a crack in the wood. "I just…fucking cleaned this place up." She got up and stared at the mad as Hell at Mizuki. He glared at her as he removed his vest. "I hate you…"
He ran at her again. Anko squeaked before jumping out of the way of Mizuki's fist. It caused the part he punched to burst into tiny flies of cotton. She stumbled into her kitchen, grabbing the nearest knife and arming herself.
She was ready when Mizuki crept up to her again. He stared at the knife in her hand and then at her.
"I never liked you." He admitted suddenly.
Anko gripped the knife harder and swung at him blindly. "I never even wanted to know you!"
"Oh, really?" he said, dodging a swing by going low and punching her in the stomach. The moment she hit the ground, he stepped down on her wrist so that she couldn't use the knife. "Is that why you didn't let Orochimaru take me out when he said he was going to? Is that why you kept most of the truth away from Tsubaki?" he pressed on her arm harder and Anko squirmed to try to pry her way out. "Admit it, Anko, you are intimidated by me. You are afraid of me."
Anko laughed through the pain. "I'm not afraid of you, Mizuki, I hate you. You've been nothing, but a thorn in my and Orochimaru's side since that mission began…and now you want to take down Iruka? You're not intimidating; you're pathetic. You're pathetic to think that you're anything more than me. Honestly, we're just alike…"
She gasped as her arm silently broke from the slowly increased pressure Mizuki had applied. She managed to keep smiling somehow.
"We're just trash Orochimaru keeps recycling."
Mizuki removed his foot from her broken arm and made a damaging stomp to her stomach. He then grabbed her ankle and started to drag her to some unknown destination. She managed to turn onto her stomach and use her good arm to try to stop him. She grabbed to counter, the opening to her hallway as she was dragged to her room and the floors as a last resort; but nothing stopped him.
He grabbed her and yanked her up to her feet. Using her broken arm, Mizuki twisted her into a painful embrace with her back to his chest. She was breathing shakily from the pain and a light sweat had broken out all around her body, causing her almost bare back to stick to Mizuki's shirt.
"Now," he whispered harshly in her ear. "I want to see what kind of a fucker you really are."
"Don't even…think about it."
Mizuki threw her into her room; she almost hit her head on the footboard, but thankfully only grazed it. "I thought about it the second I made the decision to come here this morning."
She tried her best with her one arm to sit up but that became a big challenge when Mizuki sat down on her legs. He pulled out a kunai and pressed it to her throat.
"If you want to be able to get up later, I suggest you stay very still."
"There are some things you can't hide, Mizuki!" Anko squeezed his shoulder as roughly as she could. Out of the corner of her eye she swore she saw a shadow of some sort move.
"Like I said before, love…Who do you thing they're going to believe?" he began kissing her neck, but was suddenly kicked violently away. He hit the wall, his head making a sickening crack as it did so, and caught a blurry image of Anko sprinting out the door. "Get back here!"
Anko sped down the hall and crashed into her door, opening it and jumping off her porch. She landed on her feet but dropped completely to the ground. She gave herself no time to recover; her mind was completely on the rope boundary she had set for herself. If she could just get her arm past there for a few moments, an ANBU would get there get this fucking lunatic away from her.
She began crawling, using her chin since both seemed so useless right now. She could see the blinding light of morning waking up and creating dark shadows around her. She smiled because she was so close to her target and she actually thought that she was going to make it.
She stopped momentarily and slowly used her good arm to grab her broken one since it had the house arrest bracelet on it. She crawled forth just a little more to the point where her fingertips were right at the rope.
However, she suddenly was yanked back and dragged further and further away from her destination. She whimpered and tried to kick away the grip on her ankle and claw at the ground but none of those things slowed her down. She was flipped painfully onto her back and was sat on by Mizuki. She glared at him for the pain was causing her and more; it was all she could do from breaking down in front of him.
He had that psychotic, almost completely evil look on his face that Anko had grown so used to. He was shaking now and slow laughter left his throat onto her dying ears. He grabbed her neck and forced her head into the ground, using his other to lift her tank top up just below her breasts.
He used his free arm to pull out a kunai, dragging the tip slowly around her stomach and stopping at her abdomen. He lifted the blade of slowly and aimed it at that vital spot. "Brace yourself."
Anko eyes widened when she realized what he was about to do, but had no time to react. All she could do was scream when Mizuki brought the kunai deep into her stomach. Her scream was so loud that two in particular people on the other side of Leaf Village heard it. Everything became hazy as pain soared through her body. She clenched her eyes shut and almost screamed again when he pulled the knife out.
Mizuki licked the knife clean, blood sliding down his chin. He positioned the blade over the opened wound. "Say "hi" to Iruka when you see him for me, okay?"
She stared at him with half-lidded eyes. The world was starting to fade and yet, she somehow saw the figure sneak up behind Mizuki. Before he could get the knife back inside her, Mizuki was yanked violently by the collar away from her.
Anko just lay there in an almost peaceful state. She heard skin hitting skin and cries of pain as Mizuki was thrown around by the high power who had saved her.
The feeling of blood running down her stomach and soaking in her pants was very uncomfortable, so she tried to stop the bleeding using her one arm. As she did, her mind went into subconscious mode and created thoughts and images that momentarily made her feel better.
"…Iruka…" she gritted her teeth when she thought about Mizuki's words of murdering him. "This is my fault…I'm so sorry you got mixed up in this."
Her breathing was starting to slow down to a painful extent and she squeezed her eyes shut, hoping she would pass out and that this pain would go away. She was falling into the dark. "I'll get you out of this…I'll protect you from Mizuki…Then I'll take out Orochimaru so that he can't hurt you again…Please, Iruka, just hold on a little longer…"
Out of the darkness she saw, a glowing orange light blinded her. She blinked it away but it held on to her tightly to the extent of never letting go. She gasped at the sudden coldness circling her stomach and face. She moaned, and then felt the thing shushed her.
"Relax, you're going to be okay." The coldness was suddenly replaced with a warm embrace. "I must say though, I'm surprised you were taken down so easily, my dear. You truly have become soft."
She recognized that low, mocking voice from somewhere. To solve the mystery, she opened her eyes, and caught only a glimpse of the raven-haired angel holding her before she passed out.
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Orochimaru stood up slowly, careful not to jolt Anko around too much. He stared at her and then at the unconscious Mizuki. He would have to come back to him later. He sighed and lazily made his way up the steps back to her apartment. He had a lot of work to do to cover all of this mess up and save Anko from bleeding to death.
He stepped into her room quietly and laid her down on her bed and went to her bathroom to search for bandages and disinfectant. He found a small roll and half a bottle of alcohol; he also wetted some rags to clean her up with. Gathering the supplies, he went back to her side to take care of her. He set the things down and stood very still. He needed to take off her shirt in order to properly, but even he was a bit nervous about her reaction when and if she woke up.
He shook the thought away, knowing it had to be done. Besides, he had seen women without clothes on many times before; none to his memory where as young as Anko, but it shouldn't be any different.
Taking in a deep breath, he kept his eyes on her face and pulled the blood-drenched material over her head. The blood from her wound had clotted so all it needed was cleaning; hopefully that idiot Mizuki hadn't caused any permanent damage.
He got one of the wet rags and carefully cleaned her skin. He watched his hand make swirl patterns with Anko's blood, over each curve and feminine muscle on her body. He wasn't when he groped one of her breasts blindly. He should have pulled away, but the feeling of her soft skin against his palm was too invigorating.
He felt Anko shifted and moaned something, causing he jumped back in case she decided to wake up. Her eyes cracked open for only a few seconds before closing again.
The Snake Sannin sighed in relief and picked up the bandages. He sat down beside her and, as gently as he could, lifted her up. She didn't make a sound. He used another rag to pour alcohol on it to clean the wound, starting at her small package of abs and upward.
He laid her back down and stood to check over his work. He watched her bandaged chest rise and lower weakly. She groaned and turned on to her side. Orochimaru smiled; she was still the same child from four years ago, plus the adult body and over aggressiveness.
Laughing about that thought, he left her room to take care of the mess outside. As soon as he was outside, he slowly looked over the banister in case something decided to jump up at him. His golden eyes widened when he saw that the area where he had left him was empty, with no evidence that he had even been there.
Orochimaru gnashed his teeth and teleported away. He had to find Mizuki before he went through with the order. Damn it, it was going to be a long day.
I am a total screw up…but I'm okay with that. I'm trying to finish 'We can still Pretend' but am having slight trouble with the ending. If you want something in particular to happen than you better reveiw that sucker!
Special thanks to Ninjasheik