Woohoo! Another update! ^^
I'll be updating as fast as I can, to make amends for the time I disappeared for a long while.
Hope you all will enjoy this chapter, short as it is, and keep the reviews coming in! XD

I'd also like to apologize if my tenses gets a little mixed up, like Gerkyhen pointed out, and confuse any of you. And, if I didn't capitalize some stuff, like Ninjasheik mentioned.
(Thanks, both of you! ^^)

So, I hope you readers will just bare with my horrible writing while I try my best to improve. .

There will be no poem-thingy for this chapter, cause it doesn't really have things to sum up...

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Anko was Unhappy. Unhappy, with a capital U. And an Unhappy Anko is an Angry Anko..
Getting your disguise busted, being the target of a revenge she had no part in, being held at knife point by a guy and being forced to go back to a hellhole by two psychos can do amazing things to a girl.
All, that, and she needed a bath. And her dango.

It was already night time, and they were nearing Sound. Orochimaru, the gentleman that he is (sense the sarcasm), had ask her to carry the freaking heavycontainer ALL BY HERSELF. How bad is that?

What's more, Anko couldn't believe it. That was their reunion. Yep, their reunion after god-knows-how-many-freaking years, and it went like that. Of course, there were also other things she couldn't believe, like when Orochimaru asked her to carry the container *!GASP!*which, by the way, was still in her hands. But that was another thing altogether. To say the least, Anko felt ashamed. This was not how she planned the reunion to be.

Orochimaru's eyes widened. His plan was crumbling before his very eyes. But that is impossible! He is a genius! A prodigy! There shouldn't be any problem with his plans!
His eyes darted around, looking for any hint of the person who had bested him, the person who caused his months and months of planing to go to waste. A figure emerged from from the shadows.

"Freesia..." Disbelief was evident in his voice, before anger seeped in. "You! It was you who betrayed me!"

Anko in the guise of 'Freesia' slowly walked towards him, leaning in so close that their lips were mere millimeters apart. She smiled seductively as she looked into his golden eyes. "Yes, it is I who betrayed you."

"Why?"

Anko reached for a part of the cloak that was clean, wiping her make-up off. Then, she slowly tied her hair, enjoying to look of horror and shock in the golden depths as Orochimaru finally grasped the truth.

"A, Anko..." Orochimaru stuttered, as he took a few shaky steps back, before stumbling and finally falling onto the ground.

She smirked. "Took you long enough to realize it."
Then, she walked away, her cloak blowing in the wind, leaving Orochimaru gaping at her silhouette.

THAT, was how it was supposed to go. Okay, so maybe she could do without the cloak-blowing-in-the-wind thing. But the one that she had was a far cry from the one in her mind...
And it was ALL HIS FAULT. It was his fault she even had to have a reunion in the first place, and now it was his fault that she got stuck with a bloody lame one.

As the entrance to Sound loomed ahead, Anko resolved to give him one hell of a time, so he'll regret ever forcing her to stay with him.

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Anko woke up groaning. Whoever said that muscle ache was due to the lack of exercise better have their brains checked. It's solely due to ungentlemanly masterminds who find it appropriate to assign heavy-container carrying task to their ex-student whom they have betrayed.
Her arms were positively killing her. They were aching so much, that she considered the possibility of hacking them off to spare herself the pain. And she would have done so, if not for the fact that she would die from excessive blood loss. That would be a lame death, and it would still be Orochimaru's fault.

Perhaps a dango will help ease the pain. It always worked for her anyway. Staggering out of her bed she did her morning routine with all the finesse of a drunkard. Swaying her way to the door (the way she walked would be an insult to the word 'walking') she managed to find the doorknob by bumping her ribs against them (oww...) .

Anko made her way to her destination, (What was it again? The medical ward? The training grounds?) vaguely aware that she was once again lost in the maze of winding corridors. She added that on to the ever-growing list of things to blame Orochimaru for. The next time she sees him, she'll give him a piece of her mind. And, for good measure, a piece of her fist too.

So busy was she, in lengthening the list, that she was unaware of the door that stood in her way when she took another turn. She was soon alerted to that though, when her forehead made contact with it. Anko stood there rubbing her forehead, glaring at the door and muttering a few choice expletives. As she was about to turn away, the door suddenly opened.

Orochimaru stood before her, a faint crease between his brows as he leaned against the door frame. But what got Anko out of her sleepy state was more that that.

Orochimaru was clad in only a towel about his waist.

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