Chapter 7

I felt bad about being an ass updater, so I decided to stay up and turn down the prospect of my girlfriend for you guys... Just kidding, a guy can multi-task. Thanks for the reviews, alerts, favorites, and so on and so forth. Brace yourselves for the musings of my girlfriend. She told me the OC was absolutely necessary, and well, I believed her. It makes it less awkward.

Anko Mitarashi could no longer keep track of her bad days. They were a part of her life now, and she couldn't do anything about it, well except rant to the person in the barstool beside her. The bars in Suna were dark, dry and full of creeps, or seasoned killers. It was just the way she liked it, though she preferred damp over dry any day. Cups were littered all over the area in which Anko sat, unnoticed by her. She continued to down cup after cup of sake. Off-duty? She didn't know the meaning of that. Every day was a mission for her, whether it was the Hokage distributed kind, or just plain living. She got through each day in hope that maybe Naruto would forgive her, but how could he? She, because of an absurd argument had gotten drunk and screwed his sensei. That was low, even for someone like her. Someone like her. She chuckled lowly. She had always wondered why he had gotten with her in the first place. Maybe it was the impending sense of loneliness, or maybe it was his unrequited love. It all came down to loneliness anyhow. Memories imploded within her brain, crashing on top of each other, tumbling off of her sorrow. She held the cup in her hand so tightly that it collapsed, and cut her hand. The sake burned, but she could barely feel it. The bartender quickly came to help her clean herself, but she shoved everything away. A medic-nin at a nearby booth saw and came over.

"Let me heal that for ya."

"Fuck off. I'm not in the mood for fuckers who think I'll owe them a little debt if they help me. I can fix it myself."

"Whoa, lady. No charge. Just let me heal that so it doesn't get infected."

Reluctantly, Anko stuck her hand out, as she began to feel the pain of the cuts. The man bathed her hand in the familiar green glow of healing essence until she was all cleaned up.

"Now you're good to go." He gave her a Cheshire grin. "May I take this seat?"

Great. One of those dicks. "Do whatever the hell you want."

"What's got you all worked up, lady?" The medic-nin inquired.

"None of your business." Anko snarled at the man.

"Well, I'm Hikaro, nice to meet you anyway." The man had a smile that wouldn't quit.

"Listen pal, I appreciate you healing my hand, but I'm not in the mood for conversation." Anko sighed, highly aggravated.

"You know sometimes it's good to let it all out on a stranger, relieve the stress a bit." Hikaro's smile only got wider. Anko seriously questioned his sexuality at this point.

"I'd rather not. If you're going to sit there, shut up." Anko drew the line there. Hikaro seemed to take the hint and quieted down, only piping up when he needed a refill. Soon, Anko began to get annoyed of just his presence.

This idiot won't quit it, will he? I need to get rid of him. While Anko was stewing in her thoughts, she did not recognize that Hikaro had been speaking.

"Boyfriends, huh? Hate to love them." He finished, his smile never wavering.

So he IS gay. That's kind of ironic. Unknowingly, Anko had let out a chuckle.

"Problem?" Hikaro's smile remained intact, but his left eyebrow had raised.

"No problem at all. Boyfriends indeed. Long time ex, in my case. I just can't get these silly thoughts out of my head. There is one reoccurring memory though, the most painful one, might I add." Anko didn't know what had compelled her to spill, but she did. Perhaps it was because he was gay, or maybe because he had been so persistent. She didn't know, and she didn't care anymore.

"I know what you mean. It plagues my mind every night. Sometimes I wish I had been born straight. Men suck."

"It was my fault. Men do suck though, for the things they do." Anko replied quietly.

"What exactly were you thinking about?" Hikaro asked, his interest peaked.

"Nothing. Out of sight, out of mind. Right?" Anko said, unsure herself.

"Apparently not the case for you. C'mon, just let it out. I'm not here to judge you anyway." Hikaro offered.

"Well…"

Naruto had just left Anko's apartment, rage clearly etched in his features. He was furious. Of all the people that could have betrayed him, it had to be Iruka-sensei and Anko. He couldn't even think properly, let alone talk it out. It wasn't easy to forgive the people that you loved the most after they betrayed you so willingly. He knew they had been drunk, but it was no excuse. He should have thought of that before he decided to get shitfaced himself. 10000 yen later found him drunk and in the arms of some unknown woman. She was on top of him, licking and sucking any part she could reach. His moans were inaudible, but hers were not. They filled his apartment and floated right to his front door, where an awestruck Anko stood, ready to apologize. Anko heard the sound of her heart falling to the floor, crashing to pieces. She dropped to the ground and hugged her knees close to her body. Naruto was so near, yet so far. Anko sat there, listening to the sounds of skin contact and moaning, unable to tear herself away from the dreaded home. Tears pooled in her eyes and spilled over her cheeks, her face turned a bright red. Finally, she stood up and walked away, wiping her eyes. In momentary confusion and meaningless arguments, their relationship had been ruined, and if he wanted to make it worse rather than talk it out, then she had no business even trying.

"That's rough. I mean, although it's apparent you were in the wrong first, he messed it up even more." Hikaro said, his overbearing smile finally swept away, in its place a softer, more comforting one.

"Rough is life. But, it's about that time that I leave." Anko said, slurring apparent in her speech.

"You're hella drunk. Let me take you back to wherever you're staying, uhm…"

"Anko."

"Okay, Anko-san. Let me accompany you."

"Whatever you say, Hikaro." She replied uncertainly.

They stumbled along towards the direction Anko had pointed out, in search of the inn she was residing in. Hikaro lugged Anko up the stairs of the old inn, and finally made it to her room. The man dumped her onto the bed and slumped to the ground. Not a few seconds later, Anko had straddled Hikaro.

"Wha-what are you doing, Anko-san?" Hikaro stuttered, unsure of the situation that had presented itself upon him.

"Just fuck me already." Anko hissed.

"But-" He was silenced by her lips. The vicious attack lasted five seconds before Anko stopped, leaving a breathless and bruise lipped Hikaro. A blush was evident on his face, and he was sweaty and nervous.

"Don't tell me you've never-" Anko started.

"Never with a woman." He replied sheepishly.

"What did I expect. You are gay after all." Her hands slipped down his pants. "At least we've got a semi over here. Hikaro's blushed deepened. "Don't worry, I'll show you." She whispered in his ear.

She relentlessly attacked his lips again, this time with him following along with slightly more confidence. She ripped off his shirt, and threw her own coat aside. As she worked on his body, he pulled her onto the bed. Soon enough, both were stark naked and unafraid. They were drunk enough to pass it off as the alcohol, but not enough to not know what they were doing. In that moment, it didn't seem to bother either party. They attacked each other with kisses and touches feverishly, without a damned care about anything. She grasped him and aligned them together, and he got the hint. He thrust in imprudently and roughly, reveling in the feeling of her walls clamped around his prized possession. He recklessly pleasured both her and himself, until he could no longer bear the load. When they were both finished, they collapsed onto the bed, knowing the regret they would both feel in the morning. The gay man and the broken-hearted crazy snake lady.

Yeah, this was an Anko-centric chapter. I mean, Naruto can't always be the hurt victim. Gotta give his counterpart some hurt too.