Okay, once again, I apologize for this damn late update. I have been moping around because of my bad results from a major exams. So now that I have finished emoing, I'm back to updating. ^^
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It has been two days since that...'incident' with Orochimaru in his bedroom. Every time she thinks of the questionable position they were in, she couldn't help the blush that crept across her face. Closing her eyes, she could still remember that scene vividly, as though it just happened mere seconds ago. Her fingers traced her lips absently. They were so close, oh so close, that she could feel the warmth of his body. If she had leaned forward just a little, their lips would have probably met...
Anko's eyes instantly snapped open and the thought died as fast as it had appeared. What the hell was she thinking? He is the enemy for God's sake! The one who wants to crush her village, Konoha! Instead of lazing around in her assigned room, she should be looking out for any hint of weakness regarding Orochimaru and the village that he leads. Yet why does she not feel as such?
Dragging herself out of bed, Anko decided that rotting to death in the room would not do her any good. Donning her usual outfit ( she refuse to wear the uniform provided by sound unless totally necessary. ), she stepped out into the hall way, before setting off on her walk. In the time that she have been here, she have finally managed to figure out the location of the kitchen, medical ward and training grounds.
Still, it would be nice to know how to get to Orochimaru's room. Just a passing thought, she assured herself. She could go to his room, and if she was lucky, there may actually be repeat of what happened previou-
Passing thought. Right.
Her feet started to take her through the paths that she have familiarized herself with this pass few days, into unfamiliar territory. The walls of the corridors seemed to have become a shade darker, something, she realized, that was similar to when she neared a certain Sannin's room. Coincidence, mere coincidence, she told herself.
"Anko."
She jumped, as she heard her name being called. Instantly, she spun around, ready to defend herself if necessary. In front of her, stood Kabuto. The scrawny little kid, had scared her out of her wits. That was only possible, only because her attention was not on her surroundings, nothing about skills. Although how he could sneak up on her was rather unnerving.
"You do not have anything assigned to you, I presume?"
"What is it to you?" Anko asked guardedly.
"Do you know, as Lord Orochimaru's Elite guard, you are supposed to take care of his well being too? Perhaps it has escaped your notice, but he have not eaten since yesterday. So, you should make something for him, should you not?" Kabuto said, smirking. His tone seemed to convey that Anko was incapable of carrying out a simple task such as this.
Anko stared at him opened mouth. The first thought that ran through her mind the instant he finished was to smash his head into the wall. The second, was to shake him silly and question him as to why she should care for Orochimaru, when he was clearly the enemy, and was blackmailing and threatening her to force her to remain in Sound. As she was debating between doing which first, Kabuto had already left.
Anko fumed as she stalked away. How the hell was she supposed to know when Orochimaru had his meal? It's not like she was asked to check on him three times a day or anything. Besides, isn't Orochimaru too old for someone to babysit him? He is past his fifties, for crying out loud! He should be capable of taking care of himself without starving to death. Also, being his Elite guard does not mean that she was his maid!
So why the heck was her feet carrying her to the kitchen?
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A few knocks on the door made the lord of Sound village lose his train of thought regarding the report he was holding in his hands. That must be Kabuto asking him to eat his meals, for the third time today. Well, if he left his aide alone, Kabuto would probably stop knocking on the door and just go away then. Reaching out for another stack of papers regarding the maintenance of some labs that is in other hideouts, Orochimaru turned a deaf ear to the sound from the door.
The knocking soon elevated to become pounding of fist against the door, the person on the other side clearly desperate for him to give access to his room. Orochimaru frowned. Kabuto have never been this urgent before. Perhaps something have gone wrong in their current experiment?
"Come in."
Clearly the person on the other end was rather unhappy at the wait, because a few profanities floated in when the door opened. Orochimaru frowned. Kabuto was never one to use such crass language in something as minor as this, so that means...
Anko would have barged I without knocking. In fact, she tried to open the door, but it wouldn't bulge unless Orochimaru gave his permission, it seemed. She stepped through the door trying to arrange her face into one of calmness. Judging by the smirk on Orochimaru's face, she was failing miserably. Balancing the tray one one hand, Anko ignored the questioning look that Orochimaru shot her, and placed the tray on to his table with just a little bit too much force.
"What is it?" Orochimaru asked, as he eyed her every movement. Most would have died if they were to present him with such behavior that Anko have just displayed, yet he couldn't careless. Perhaps he was spoiling her, like what Kabuto have just mentioned? Well strangely, he didn't seem to mind that too much.
Now it was Anko's turn to smirk, as she uncovered the cover over the tray, revealing cold soba noodles, which she had prepared for him. Orochimaru's frown deepened, much to Anko's delight. "It's your meal. Kabuto insisted that I babysit you, you see, since you are unable to even make sure that you take your meals on time."
That wasn't exactly what Kabuto said, but Orochimaru didn't need to know that. Anko fought down a giggle, as her ex-sensei was clearly unhappy with her actions. Or more specifically, what she cooked. She have known him to dislike cold stuff, which was why she purposely choose to make this dish. Well, that was an added bonus for having been his student in her younger days.
"Did he perhaps instruct you to prepare this dish too?" Orochimaru asked dryly, unamused that she was requesting that he eat something that she clearly knew he hate.
"Well, no. I took the liberty to decide on the menu." She replied happily. Oh, what a treat! To be able to see Orochimaru's expression as he ate something like that! She wouldn't miss it for anything! If only she had a camera with her now, god knows how she will laugh every time she looks at-
CRASH!
Anko looked to the source of the sound instantly, only to find the shattered pieces of the plate on the floor together with the mess of noodles.
"Ah, pardon me, but my hand slipped. Would it be too much trouble to ask that you make me another meal?"
Anko's eyes snapped up to meet golden ones. He didn't seem the least bit apologetic, or even made the effort to sound like it! Anko gritted her teeth. She didn't expect the tables to turn on her so fast. "You bastard. You did that on purpose didn't you?"
Orochimaru continued to read the papers in his hands, not even looking at her. "I'll get someone to clean this mess up. So you may leave to prepare that meal now."
Clenching her fists in anger, Anko barely managed to restrain herself from telling him where he could shove his meal. The way he spoke, it was as if it was her fault that the plate fell!
"Although," Orochimaru spoke just as Anko was about to exit. "I cannot assure that the same thing wouldn't be happening if you come back with a meal such as the previous one."
As she stepped out of the room, Anko made sure to slam the door. Very hard.
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An hour later, Anko returned with another tray. This time, she didn't even bother knocking, reasoning that Orochimaru is expecting her, so there would be no need for that. And she was right, as the door swung open even with out his consent. Her approaching footsteps made Orochimaru look up from the mountainous pile of papers he have yet to look through.
She hadn't even bothered with a cover. It was omelette, rice and miso soup. Plain and simple. Just what Orochimaru like.
"I see that you have learned. Very good." He murmured, as he smiled lightly.
Anko's eyes lingered a little too long on his lips, before she shook her head slightly to get certain thoughts out of her head. Sure, she found her ex-sensei sexy. Hell, even by a guy's standard he is considered very beautiful. But, he was her EX-sensei. She shouldn't ogle at him.
"Don't say it like I'm a dog." She grumble, as she watched his mouth close around the pair of chopstick. Something within her stirred. Hormones, that's all there is to it. Nothing else, she assured herself. As Orochimaru ate, she couldn't help but notice the way he slowly took his time to savor the food. Unlike most guys that she know, he does not just shove the food into his mouth and be done with it. The way he was eating one could tell that he actually appreciates the effort put into making the meal. Anko blushed.
The sound of the chopsticks set against the bowl brought her back to the situation. "The meal was great. Thank yo-" Orochimaru wanted to thank her. Afterall, one mustn't forget his manners at any situation right? However, something else caught his notice.
"Anko. Is it very hot in here?"
"Huh?" Anko started at the sudden question. Was that a bad attempt at starting a conversation?
"Your face is all red. Do you have a fever?" Orochimaru asked, as he stood and leaned his forehead against Anko's.
Anko instinctively leaned backwards. "Umm...it..it is? Not I am fine, I mean, no, I am very fine." She stammered and stuttered. Having someone who is sexy-off-the-charts leaning his forehead against yours can do amazing things.
And then their eyes met.
Everything else suddenly seemed trivial. What allegiance they were sworn to, what happened in the past, all didn't matter. There was just them.
Anko didn't know who made the first move. Maybe it was the pale man whose arms were circling around her waist. Maybe it was her, whose arms was around his neck. But the moment their lips met, she gasped. Orochimaru took that chance to deepen the kiss. Anko moaned into the kiss. She never knew that a simple touching of lips could evolve into this. It made her feel so...alive. Like her whole body was on fire. Just from a simple stupid kiss. As Orochimaru ran his tongue along her bottom lip, she thought that maybe it wasn't really that stupid.
How both of them got from standing to lying on his spacious bed, she never know. All she was aware of now, was the man above her. And said man still had too much clothes on, she decided. As her hands reached up to pull his shirt away, Orochimaru stopped her.
"Anko. Are you sure about this..."
Anko simply didn't reply. Reaching up, she pulled him down to her level and pressed her lips against his.
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Alright! So how did you find this chapter? It is too rushed? I hope not. Anyway, tell me what you think~!
