"Oh, fuck this," Anko muttered beneath her breath in reaction to hearing her name be uttered amongst the famous name that she had been hoping so bad not to be read with hers.
She felt a little sick, head a little light, and her stomach a little uneasy.
"Woah, isn't that amazing? She's graduating early and she's being paired with such a powerful sensei!"
"Lucky~!"
"Man, I wish I got put into that team…although she's a little scary."
Anko narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips, clenching her fists until they went pale alongside her pallor. The headband tied over her forehead felt heavy against her skin, and nothing made any sense.
What had she been working so hard for in her life? A graduate at ten, most would look at her as a competent kunoichi. Most would think it meant good things for her to become a student—slave—to the bastard that would later stick her in a god damned experiment. She knew it would fuck with her physical constitution, her memories, leave her wrecked, broken, and with a cursed seal.
How could she be happy knowing that her memories were right? Most would be.
Most.
But not her.
What had she been denying so vehemently till now? She should have used those memories. She should have done everything in her power to change things—graduate at a later date? It was too late. Her fate was sealed.
Swallowing with a constricting throat, Anko kept quiet after that.
And she thought.
Soon she'd have to meet her new sensei, but first, she really needed to talk to her dad.