Something was off, dangerously off at that.

Anko figured this out when she turned over onto her back and shards of aches ran all over her muscles and limbs. She sucked in her breath and tried to sit up, a difficult task that sent wave after wave of dull pain through her body.

She succeeded however, and began looking around as her mind tried to process the previous night's happenings. Her need for air caused her to suck in an unfamiliar and disgusting scent. The second she saw the empty space of rumpled sheets beside her, she felt like she was going to be sick.

"No…I-I didn't I…I couldn't have I…"

Her eyes widened as a thought came to her. She slowly lifted the sheets from her body and saw the mess they had made. Blood and a dried, white substance was staining her inner thighs and the dark bed sheets.

She was only able to release a weak gasp as she tried to stumble out of bed. She was on her feet when a rush of pain went through her and she hit the floor.

"Orochimaru!" she screamed into the emptiness, praying silently that he would come to her. But moments passed and she was met with the horrifying conclusion that he had left her.

Again.

She felt Déjà vu coming on. She was in pain and Orochimaru, her sensei, the man that was supposed forever protect her, was somewhere else, not even caring if she lived or died. That knowledge itself was worse than the pain taking over her body.

She used the side of the bed to hoist herself to her feet, mentally numbing out the screams her bones gave off; she made a note to scream bloody murder later at Orochimaru for fucking her so hard.

She stumbled into the bathroom, turning on the water as hot as it would go and used a good five minutes trying to get herself into the scalding waters.

The rough waters beating down her bruised back actually soothed twists that were her muscles. She sighed and dropped lifelessly to her knees once more, allowing the hard spray to heal her damaged form.

Her mind was shooting disturbing images at her and a cloud of disgust and guilty inclination floated over her like the steam seeking out of the bathroom.

Now that she could feel her legs, she stood and picked up the scrub sponge she kept hanging on the water knobs, lathering it with soap before fiercely scrubbing her skin. She thought that she could scrub him away forever; his memories and the residue of his mouth all over her body.

But even when her skin was blistered and right red, she could still feel him inside her and that was one place she couldn't remove him from.

Despite the hotness of the steam-filled room, Anko was shaking like a wet puppy when she finally stepped out of the shower, still bruised but not as sore.

She paused at the mirror, ever so slowly turning to it. The fog on it hid her reflection, something she was grateful for, but it was only temporary as the condensation disappeared to reveal the sight she didn't want to see.

Her neck and the upper section of her breasts were littered with red bruises and deep bite marks; it was amazing she couldn't feel them. There were dark circles under her eyes as well as a red glow staining the whites of them.

Anko's hand lifted to touch the cool glass that held her image in it. But that person couldn't be her, it just couldn't! The girl she was looking at was exhausted, broken, and…used. So very used.

Her nails dug into the glass, gritted teeth seething the person in it. Suddenly, a second, ghostly image appeared behind her, the hand of the person reaching up and running his fingers through her tangled, soaked locks. His laugh made Anko's ears sore as he spoke a truth.

"Like I said, I'll be doing the breaking…"

She screamed and without thinking, punched Orochimaru's image away. The shards clanked to the floor, and after a few seconds she followed, falling on her hands and knees, the towel around her slipping off.

She gripped the sides of her head with her bloody hands, cut due to the glass. Her mouth was open and the sides of her lips were quivering but she could force a sound of any sort out.

.,.,.,

"Ah…Uh!"

.,.,.,

Her nails dug into her scalp, drawing blood at the remembrance of her guilty pleasure.

.,.,.,.

"Yes…" she replied hoarsely. "Yes you son of a…it feels…so good…"

.,.,.,.

Tears stung her eyes and blinked numerous times to get them out. The drops of fluid were hot against her goose bumped skin. She felt a hot cord close around her throat and as the need to breathe increased, her voice came back.

She screamed and soon was able to sob loudly.

/././././././

"Here comes the plane!"

Three year old Sasuke watched with impassivity as the strange, older boy circled a spoon of mashed milk and bananas around.

"Come on kiddo!" Ryik exclaimed as he flew the spoon closer. "Open so that the plane doesn't crash!" he made a crashing sound as Sasuke's plump mouth opened to retrieve the breakfast.

"Yea!" Ryik cheered.

Itachi rolled his eyes and looked back at his toast.

Fugaku, who was too distracted by the scene in front of him to focus on his newspaper, laughed lightly at his oldest son's friend. "You picked an odd one Itachi."

Itachi only shrugged. Ryik had been pretty much living with him for over a week now and the rest of the family was actually glad Itachi had something close to a companion with him. Ryik was polite to his parents, and actually very good with little Sasuke, usually doing crazy stunts that made the growing infant laugh.

Of course, his parents had no idea that Ryik was a military weapon, but that was the lie they'd have to live with. They thought Ryik was just an orphan from the academy Itachi had known and gladly allowed him to stay with them.

Itachi had mixed feelings about the whole situation, but since he wasn't allowed to know what was going on with Ryik and the experiments Danzo put him through, he felt it was best to keep him as far away from harm's way as possible.

Itachi's mother was just about to join the family breakfast with a large plate of pancakes when there was an unsteady knock at the door. The kitchen went silent until the knock repeated itself.

Itachi's nails curled into the wood of the dining table went he felt the surge of familiar chakra hit him. He saw his mother stand to answer it.

"Mom-!"

But she had already answered it.

"Oh…Hello." Itachi heard her say. "How may I help you?"

There was low mumbling and a few seconds later his mother reappeared with untidy Anko.

Itachi's eyes widened when he saw the bruises on her neck and the white cloth tied clumsily around her injured hand, now red due to the blood oozing from it.

"Hey Uchiha!" Anko greeted with a cheery expression. Itachi honestly couldn't tell if she was faking or not; she was an excellent liar after all.

Ryik stood. "What the Hell-'cuse me, what the heck happened to you?" Ryik shouted.

Anko rolled her eyes. "Don't worry about it kid." she turned her attention back to Itachi. "We have some mission reportsto go over; I thought it would be best to go ahead and get them over with."

Itachi looked at her accusingly. What the Heck happened to her? What was she trying to tell him? And, if she was hurt, why come to him of all people?

"Mission reports?" Ryik shouted at Itachi. "When did ya'll go on a mission together and why wasn't I told about it?"

Itachi poked Ryik in the head as he stood. "Don't worry about it; come on Anko."

They were about to head to the door when a feminine voice caught them.

"Just a moment young lady." Mikoto spoke up from her place by the refrigerator. She stepped down from her stool and revealed a first aid kit.

"Young lady," she spoke softly to Anko "Let me see your hand, please."

"Um…" Anko tried to argue as the woman took her damaged limb and doctor it. "Really, it's just a scratch…OW!"

Mikoto paid her struggles no mind as she cleaned and re-bandaged her hand. "You need to be more careful," she instructed motherly. "It could be your whole hand next time." she smiled at her, folding the girl's hands back to her. She then turned to the table and poured Anko a cup of tea. "Drink this."

Anko stared at her while she sniffed the substance. It smelled like cranberries. She stuck the tip of her tongue into the warm liquid; it wasn't tainted. She took small sips while the people in the room watched her carefully.

Now that she had something in her stomach, she felt a little better. "Um…" Anko said uncertainly. "Thanks." she glanced over at Itachi for support; for once, the guy was cooperative.

"All right." he said to break up the two girls. "Let's go see about those…mission reports."

Anko nodded and rushed out the door with the Uchiha.

When the door closed again, all eyes turned to Ryik.

He looked at the questionable eyes with a sheepish smirk. "Heh heh, kid's these days huh?"

He was responded by a laugh and a spoonful of bananas from Sasuke.

.,.,.,.,.

Itachi watched Anko from the corner of his eye the entire time they walked. She had a blatant expression on her sculpted face but he was beyond certain that some deep form of hurt and hatred existed beyond those emotionless eyes.

"So," he said as casually as he could. "Why'd you drag me out of my home this fine morning?" He saw her body tense, her jaw tightening.

"Must be something very serious if you came to me of all people." He continued. This time her hands were shaking, curling and uncurling into fists.

He chuckled. "Then again, you do have the tendency to drive people to hating you-"

Anko had him by the collar, hoisting a few inches off the ground so that they were angry eyes to surprised ones.

"I did not come here to be ridiculed by you." She snarled. She dropped him and walked off, leaving the stunned boy in the dirt.

He stared after her, yeah, something was definitely up. He stood and brushed himself clean, his eyes on her swaying form that was heading to the duck pond that existed in the middle of the yard. He stopped mid-brush when he saw her drop to her knees, her shoulders shaking. Soon enough, he could hear quiet sobbing. He glared at her back, some unnamable emotion stirring inside him as he slowly approached her.

"What's wrong?" he asked darkly.

She shook her head fiercely. She had hoped that she had cried herself out in her apartment so that she wouldn't have to face him like this. She knew coming to him other than someone else she was closer to was a stretch, but Itachi had a stance of stone that showed that anything that went in wouldn't come out.

Besides, Iruka would probably freak out and go after Orochimaru, getting killed in the process, Ryik would probably freak out as well and go after Orochimaru but get the sense, or whatever Ryik had, out of him, and…well that was about it.

Itachi had said that as long as Orochimaru left the village alone that he would keep his mouth shut about the whole thing, but would he be true to that oath once she told him about the night before?

He let one of his hands fall to her shoulder; something about the way she was holding herself gave it all away.

"It was him, wasn't it?"

Anko's quivering lips formed into a demented, careless smirk. "Yeah…"

Itachi held his boiling rage in. He could have said "I told you something like this would happen." Or "You got what you deserved." but chose the nice, caring guy approach.

"What did he do to you?" he questioned in a sober tone.

Anko shrugged as if the matter meant nothing now. "We fucked."

Itachi stared at her strangely. "Fucked? You mean you two…"

"Had sex." Anko said. "Yep, and now I'm hurting like Hell…in a lot of ways."

Itachi flinched slightly. He had learned the basics about love, marriage, and sex when he graduated from the academy at the ripe age of eight, but even after that he was still unclear about the whole process.

"That's just sick." Itachi said. He looked over her. "Are you pregnant? I heard that after…intercourse, girls usually conceive."

Anko burst out into maniacal laughter. "No…No kid, I'm not pregnant. He pulled out."

Itachi's face scrunched up into one of disgust. "It sounds nasty, whatever it is."

Anko ruffled his hair. "You'll better appreciate those kinds of things when you're older." After that, her hand dropped back down lifelessly to her side. She was sad again.

Itachi, still a bit racked, cleared his throat and searched his knowledge for an answer for her dilemma.

"Well," he said. "I guess all I can say is that…he left you with your life and that you should try to pick it up and start where you left off."

Anko's eyes widened. "Left me?"

Itachi stood. "Go home, get you a good, sturdy drink, and then face the son of a bitch."

Anko's eyes followed his retreating form; some help he was. Still, he did help her feel a little better.

She looked back at her reflection in the pond, the weak, helpless girl that she had sworn she'd never be. Frowning, she slapped the water and walked out of the Uchiha compound to take Itachi's advice.

But neither Anko or Itachi sensed the third presence listening on their conversation from the limbs of a tree hanging over head. Now, that person had slid to the ground, completely petrified of what he had just heard.

"Snake face…is after…Anko girl?"

.,.,.,.,

Back at Anko's apartment, the now seventeen year old girl was trudging up the steps with a sack of sake. Maybe a night of hard core drinking, without Orochimaru, would do her some good.

As she reached the door, her eyes wondered to the apartment across from hers, Orochimaru's. Maybe he had been home all this time, but if he was, why was he hiding from her?

She shook her head and rushed to her door. She had to sit the bags down so that she could get the key from under floor boards, and as she did, she noticed a white envelope right in front of her door.

Her heart leaped. What if it was from Orochimaru? But why would he leave her a note instead of meeting her in person?

She quickly snatched it up, opened the door, and locked herself into the safety of her apartment.

She unloaded the alcohol and got out a drinking glass. Sitting down on the couch, she opened the first bottle and tore the opening of the envelope, pulling the piece of paper out.

"All right good time," she said to the bottle. "Let's roll." She was about to take a long gulp when her eyes fell on the familiar handwriting.

Dear Anko,

Sorry this is the only letter I've written you lately, but I've been…um…busy. Currently, I am in the nurse's office of a hot spring where I'm getting my nose fixed from an incident that you will find in my next novel, though I know you don't read them.

Anyway, my travels keep the adrenaline running, but it'd be running a lot faster if you were here. I really wish you had tagged along, but losers can't be choosers I guess. I've been receiving news updates about Konoha, so I'm guessing you haven't burned the village to the ground quite yet.

I really hope you are staying out of trouble and I hope that we get to see each other soon.

-The Gallant Jiraiya!

P.S. If you don't get this letter before the 24th, happy LATE birthday.

Hmm, you're almost a legal adult now…

Anko let out a sob-chocked laugh. Jiraiya hadn't been in her thoughts at all lately, and now she felt guilty because she hadn't cared about one of the few people who would love her no matter what.

If Jiraiya new about her terrible sin from that night, he wouldn't have cared. Well, he'd probably be angry, but he'd be more concerned than anything. He would have kept this secret, because he did love her.

She set the bottle she was still holding down, placing the cork back in it.

"I'll write him." She said out loud. "I'll write him and let him know about all of this. Maybe he'll come back and do something to help me. Either way, he'll have my back, like he swore he would."

She took the liquor to the kitchen and began searching for stationary and writing utensils. After an unpleasant incident with a box and her closet, she was at the desk in her room with a pen poised in her hand and ready to create words.

"Dear Jiraiya…"

A knock brought her out writer's state. It repeated until Anko sighed and went to open it. She looked through the peep hole and gasped, it was Orochimaru.

"What do you want?" she yelled through the door.

"Anko open the door." He commanded.

Anko opened her mouth to yell back at him, but found herself opening the door instead.

They stared at each other for a moment, taking each other's untidy appearances in.

"You look like Hell." She told him.

"Not much of a prize yourself." He commented back, brushing past her.

"Sure, come on in." She muttered, closing the door.

She watched him pace around, his hand running through his greasy hair. He kept glancing at her but refused to completely acknowledge her directly.

"So," Anko said to get the interrogation on. "Where'd you run off to this morning?"

Orochimaru finally took a seat on the couch. "That's none of your concern."

She blew up. "Like Hell it is! What the Hell, you got the fuck you wanted and now you think you can just walk out without even a thanks for the good fuck time."

Orochimaru ran a hand over his face. "It's not like that-"

"Well than what is it like!" Anko screamed. "Do have any idea what I went through this morning? I woke up in pain, and agony and...and you weren't there to help me!"

He stared at her impassively as she fell to her knees, unable to hold herself up any longer.

Anko's hand clamped over her mouth, trying to block out all the rage she had been holding in all that fateful day. "I was scared, and hurt, and angry at you." She looked at him, tears of anguish in her dull eyes. "Why Orochimaru! Why do you keep doing this to me! Wasn't once enough for you!" she broke down after that, sobbing loudly into her knees.

He stood and continued to watch her. He had known this moment would come since he woke up that morning, but even after hours of thinking he hadn't planned on how to deal with it.

He hadn't regretted what he had done the night before, he enjoyed it intensely and would have liked to do it another time, but he hated the scent that came off of Anko, the smell of guilt and pain. This would usually be a turn on for him, as if everything else Anko did wasn't. But this time, he had felt sickened, which he hated more than anything.

Being controlled by another being was not on Orochimaru's to do list, and he didn't want to start now. He hated the fact that this girl alone was able to bring out emotions from him that he had never felt before and were more than unfamiliar with. But part of him really did want to have them out and experience them with her at his side.

But that couldn't happen, no matter how much he wanted it to.

He walked up to her curled up form and crouched down to her level, grasping her shoulders gently and bringing her from her cocoon of pity.

"Look at me." he ordered her softly. But she would not relent. "Anko, look at me." he told her more sternly.

She looked up at him with red, wet eyes. She watched his fingers as they removed the few remaining tears from her eyes.

"I don't think I'll ever get enough of that pain in your eyes. I'll never be able to stop. It's just such a..." he stared into those ever things, getting lost in them as he always did. He chuckled and released her. "It doesn't matter; I won't be around much longer to see it."

Anko never took her eyes off of him as he stood. "What do you mean?"

"What I mean, my dear, is that I plan on leaving this place once more. Very soon actually."

Everything froze, time, their movements, and Anko's heartbeat.

He was leaving. He was leaving the village. He was leaving her.

He was fucking leaving her!

Anko's heart started beating again, but it fell into pieces as it did so.

"Why?" she breathed.

He shrugged, his back to her. "As you put it, I got what I wanted, thus have no reason to stick around."

Her nails dug into the wooden floor. Could there be some shine of hope that he didn't mean the things he was saying? After all, Orochimaru loved playing with her. This might just be some way to fuck her up. But he seemed so serious; too serious to be joking.

"You're lying." She sneered doubtfully. "I don't believe you, you can't be telling the truth!"

"Believe what you want." Orochimaru said. "It won't stop me." He walked toward the door. "Good night, Anko."

She looked down, able to hold her head up any longer. "But…"

Positives. There had to be positives to this somewhere. If Orochimaru left, as he said he was going to, she'd be free, of him and his torture. She'd finally be able to sleep at night knowing that her village was safe. Not to mention she'd have that crazy Uchiha off her back.

But, she wanted all that now. She didn't know what hit her all of a sudden, but she wanted him; his attention, his touch, and most of all, his love.

She had him back, even if it wasn't a permanent settlement, and she'd do anything to keep him.

Hey, she had a possessive streak to.

"Don't go." She pleaded.

He looked back at her.

"Please…don't leave me alone."

He slowly started to turn around.

"I…I don't want to be alone again. Please, once was enough."

He walked back to her now silent, shaky form, bending to her level to survey her.

She looked up at him, her eyes steady but full of anticipation.

"Why?" he whispered. "Last time I checked, you really fucking hated me."

Great, now what could she say? "I…I do, but…" she swallowed and gave him a weak smirk. "But I… don't hate you enough to want you to disappear forever like you did before." she carefully took one of his hands and squeezed it.

A glimmer in his eyes caught her attention. It looked like hope, like want. He wanted it just as badly then she did. But then why was he trying to freaking hide it?

"You want it too." She whispered luxuriously, licking her lips because she had caught him and he couldn't even deny it. "You can't lie to me…" she said as she ran her opposite hand up his spine, causing the man before her to shudder.

She ran the tip of her tongue over the edge of his ear before whispering, "I can see it in your eyes."

Before she could say anything else, she had been roughly picked up and pushed into the door. Orochimaru's lips hungrily clasped down over hers, his hands running over her sides and then slipping away to lock the door.

Anko gasped as he lifted her into the air so that one of his hands could tear off the flimsy shirt she wore as well as the tank top she had in replacement of a bra so that his lips could travel further down her body.

The action felt a lot better than what she had felt that morning, so she pressed his head down to encourage him to continue.

"Show me." He husked as he sucked on the skin of one of her breasts.

"W-what?" she gasped in dazed confusion.

He forced his eyes to her. "You claimed you wanted me to stay, prove it."

She stared at him. She was not looking forward to repeating the morning's happenings, but if she let him have her again, she'd have more time to convince him to rethink his plan of leaving. She'd give him her body in exchange for his internal company.

She kissed him harder and hungrier, running her hands through his amazing hair and then over the shirt that was keeping her from ravaging his chest like she had done the night before.

He pressed her into the wall using his pelvis and helped her pull the aggravating material off, throwing it somewhere in her living room. He then wrapped his arms under buttock and carried her off to the secrecy of Anko's room.

They landed on the messy bed, still ruined from their first time in it.

She kissed him over and over again, making sure his taste completely coated her mouth and that it could never go away. Her hands went down to his pants and pulled them down.

He was grinding against her, rewarding her pleasure for giving him a second chance. But when she stopped moving to enjoy it, he stopped and grinned at her. "You must not want me that badly." He teased, slowly getting off of her.

Anko was in a bit of pain from the morning, but suppressed it and growled, gripping him tightly and forcing him down. She slammed her hips upwards and flipped him onto his back while he was stunned. She hovered over him, feeling higher than she ever had felt compared to him. He looked so much less threatening, as if he couldn't hurt her if he wanted to. This was the perfect time for a little payback.

She smirked at him darkly and slid down, removing the remainder of his pants as well as his boxers, releasing the long excitement he had been hiding.

"Like I said," she husked, her hot breath at his waist causing his member to twitch in excitement. "You can't hide it."

Orochimaru's cool, impassive stare turned into a look of shock and mixed pleasured as Anko's wet tongue ran up and down his member in short strokes. One of his hands gripped her hair, trying not pull it, while his other hand gripped and tugged at the sheets to go along with Anko's strokes. He wished could feel that entire hot cave of hers around it, but begging was above him, no matter how badly he wanted something. And besides, if he wanted to get laid, he had better let Anko do what she wanted; raping a maniac was NOT a smart idea.

While she had him distracted with her mouth, she took the liberty of removing the remainder of her clothes; something Orochimaru would have the pleasure of doing if she still wasn't steamed at him.

Oh yes, he was going to regret walking out on her that morning. She was going to freaking make him beg for his pleasure. She might not even stop there, depends on how good she felt once she made him scream for a little while.

She slid back up, smirking at the low moan of disappointment that came from the usually perpetual Snake Sannin.

The darkness in the girl's eyes didn't go unnoticed by him, but he wasn't afraid. How much worse could Anko's temper be when she was aroused?

He was about to find out.

"So," Anko mused as she taunted Orochimaru's with his lust. "You want to leave because you think you took what I can't get back, eh?"

He stared at her with an impassive expression. He didn't understand Anko most of the time; she was just too mixed up. There was a darkness inside her that held a hidden lust and a hungry want he knew that was there but could just barely see. And he wanted to see it so badly.

She lowered herself to his mouth. "You're not answering me." She growled.

He saw it again, the darkness and insanity that lived in her eyes. Though intimidated, he was not afraid, and chose to play with her. "You're the one who is supposed to be doing the convincing Anko; all I have to do is judge you on how convincing you are."

Her hand shot out and squeezed his throat. "You fucking player." She whispered. For a moment, she wanted to feel his espionages break in her hand, but chose the approach Orochimaru had suggested to her but with an Anko mix in it; she would fuck him senseless.

She smiled down at him innocently. "Okay." With that, she slid down on him harshly, twitching at the pain she had inflicted on herself and at the fullness she was gaining from it.

His hands slid up to her waist, grabbing it and twisting her in a position that was more satisfying to him. He felt warm, wet substance slid down his thighs and he knew it was her blood, but didn't mention it or ask Anko if she was alright.

Anko's own hands came up and swatted them away. "Na-uh, I'll be in control of this show." She commented.

He sighed in false surrender. "If you say so."

She nodded absently and began a slow pace of sliding up and down his shaft.

He breathed in and out slowly, picking up to the rhythm of her pace. He didn't care what Anko had in store for him ahead, he was going to enjoy this. Sex was sex, and the only great thing about other than the physical pleasure was the opposite person. And Anko had a rough side, and he knew he was going to see it some time that night.

She played her game, slowly increasing her pace and keeping a close watch on the pleasure that was building on Orochimaru's face. She teasingly kissed his chest, tracing his muscles with her tongue and sucked on the flesh that she had been leaving unattended. She heard him groan under her and she smirked; it was time.

She sat up. His eyes were closed and he was lifting up to meet her movements. Poor guy was enjoying himself too much.

Anko suddenly stopped and just stayed very still, waiting patiently for Orochimaru to catch on.

He did after a minute, and stared up at her with confused agony. It wasn't until he saw the murderous smirk spread over her lips did he feel a tightening pain on his member. He tried to stop her but she held his hands down with strength he had no idea she had.

"I'll show you how badly I want you to stay." She growled, clenching down harder on him. "I'll make it so you'll never be able to leave again!"

She rode him hard, forgetting about everything except causing the man under her intense, unbearable pain from everything he put her through, from just recently and from five years ago. This was a strange sort of payback.

Pain, especially in this way was sweet. It hurt some, yes, but Orochimaru had felt far worse in battle and during his constant self-experimentation. Still this was taking a toll on him from all he had done that day, namely tearing down trees to release bottled up tension and walking around non-stop for several hours.

He was very tired when he went to tell Anko the news about his so called departure, but chose Anko's sex over sleep. He hissed as Anko hammered down on him. He hit her bottom for it, but that only encouraged her to go faster.

"Damn woman slow down!" he shouted as he tried to hold her hips down, an impossible task at the speed she was going.

"No fucking way!" she panted, pressing her breasts against his sweaty torso.

"If you want to end up pregnant that's just peachy with me!" he retorted, trying to hold back his pleasure.

Anko smirked. "Do I make you feel that good, baby."

Oh crap, not the sexy drawl.

"Too good." He mumbled to himself. But he said to her. "You're a woman; you probably feel like another."

Way number 27 of how to die by Anko's hand: Mess with crazy bitch's ego!

She pulled out just in time for his seed to come flying. He had released, but she was too angry to of have. She watched his panting self; he was exhausted and by the look of his eyes, desperately needed sleep. Her eyes slid down to his waist; she was really going to need some clean sheets after this.

She picked up his slick member and squeezed it tightly, earning a colorful string of threats and curses from him. She smirked and squeezed it harder. "Now how many women do you know who would do this, huh?"

He glared up at her but there was nothing he could do. His arms were sore and burning and he could barely lift them. His legs were being held down by Anko's waste so bucking her off was out of the question. He could probably try to bite her, but she might just like that.

She pulled on it, as if it could get any larger. "You know, I might just want to get rid of this." She teased. "I might just cut it off and keep it all for myself, you want to know why?"

"You're…crazy…"

She pressed her forehead to his, a serious look in her eyes. "This, is mine! Do you understand me, you horny bastard? If you even think you're going to leave me and shove it in someone else than you've lost your fucking mind!" she released it slightly enough to slid back on top of it.

"Now scream for me, and think about what you've done."

.,.,.,.,.,.

Outside the bedroom window of Anko, on the roof of Orochimaru's apartment, sat a very still, very dazed Itachi Uchiha. His mind was trying to put together what he was seeing, but all he could manage was hurt and emptiness towards the woman whose head was bobbling up and down through the bedroom window across from him.

He cringed each time he heard a scream or an ecstasy filled moan escape from that place and reach his ears. He didn't know whether he should run in there and tear them off each other, or if he just sob to the same rhythm the adults in the bedroom were going at.

That was the problem though; he didn't know what to do. He cared a lot about Anko; he wouldn't admit it to a soul, not even himself, but he cared.

Why would Anko do this? Why would she betray him, and Ryik, and even that moron Iruka for…that monster?

His hands curled into fists. That monster Orochimaru…that fucked up Anko fucking son of a bitch! How dare he steal that girl from him! How dare he even step into a village that clearly hated him! How dare he manipulate that poor girl into believing that he could somehow give some kind of damn about her!

That was true right? He didn't care about Anko; he couldn't care about Anko, could he?

He covered his mouth and shook his head. The last thing he wanted to see was a hurt expression on that poor girl's face.

He flinched violently when a gentle hand fell on his shoulder. He glanced over and saw Ryik step up beside, but his attention was focused on the adult scene ahead.

Itachi looked back and saw that it was now Orochimaru's head bobbing up and down through the window.

"Wow," Ryik commented, lightly despite the sullen mood. "Anko really should invest in some curtains, huh Uchiha?"

But Itachi had no comment. He was depressed, and not even a moment of lame, Ryik joking could bring him from it.

Ryik sighed and looked back just in time to see Orochimaru fall. The nightmare was over, but the effects would always live inside each of them. He wrapped a brotherly arm over Itachi's shoulder. "Come on, let's go home."

Itachi stared at him with the darkest eyes that the nine year old had ever had held.

Even Ryik, who was a prime example of fear, was intimidated.

Itachi slapped Ryik's back. "Sure…let's go…home."

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Anko sat up on one arm and stared down at the sleeping Orochimaru with a devilish smirk. He was worn to exhaustion, out like light. She had to admit that maybe she had been just a little too harsh with the poor guy, but it had felt good, and she wouldn't take it back for the world.

She ran her fingers through his slick locks. He looked nicer when he was unconscious, less evil and intimidating. But he probably won't be able to be like that with her anymore; not after some of the things she had done to him.

She laughed softly and was about to settle back down when a thought came to her. Part of her wanted to wait and finish the task in the morning and stay in the warm blankets with her lover but she knew she better get it done right then while it was still on the mind. She carefully climbed over Orochimaru and searched for clothing that didn't reek of sex and sweat. She settled with a fresh t-shirt and shorts that she would wear when she went to bed for sleeping naked was still a little different for her.

She grabbed her supplies and tip-toed into the living room so that she wouldn't wake up the demon.

She unraveled the paper she had been writing the letter to Jiraiya with and let her happiness, her bottled up guilt and anger, and the foolish, love-sick girl spill out in the form of words.

"Dear Jiraiya-"

Scratch that.

"Dear, The Gallant Jiraiya…"

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POOR Ryik! AHAHAHHAHAHA!

I've just realized that for almost all of the Anko and Orochimaru sex scenes end with them falling asleep and pick back up with one of them waking up. Heck, I'm even guilty for it! I must break the trend however! BUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

I am ashamed…and a total screw up. Wow, haven't used that in a while!