Forbidden Desires

If one was to ask Anko, why would she, a loyal Konoha shinobi, join an underground organization no doubt bent on the complete and utter destruction of the village she resided in, then she would give you a simple answer. She now held a burning contempt for this village that she remembered as her home. Even remembering it that way left her only feeling angrier. Especially to her former friends that she had opened her very heart to. Friends, like Kurenai Yuhi, standing in front of her.

It took a considerable measure of Anko's mental strength to not strangle the Genjutsu Mistress where she stood. It took even more strength to keep the deep scowl off her face. There she was smiling at her, probably laughing at her, analyzing her, reporting her back to the Hokage for any signs of her allegiance to Orochimaru, or any possible betrayal.

Yes, the irony was not lost in Anko that now...she had become what Kurenai was hoping to find, but...that was not the purple-haired tokubetsu jonin's problem anymore. This had started because of this bitch and the rest of the village. Anko was just reacting to it as normal. One could call Anko many things, but she was not...a sucker!

It had taken Anko almost the entire period of that "trial" that Naruto had given her a year ago. His riddle had left her perplexed...until she had been walking through the streets.

"Come on, you always eat the suckers! Give me one!"

"No way! I paid for it! It's your fault for always eating candy bars. Looks like you're the only sucker here! Hahaha!"

That single word had nearly brought Anko's world crashing down. It's sweet to lips of children. It's name is famous and held in power...such as Senju Tsunade, the Legendary Sucker! Small, and yet large at the same time. That was what Naruto was telling her. She, Anko Mitarashi, was a sucker. And, where do the biggest suckers go to? Gambling halls. Where was the biggest gambling hall? Did one really have to ask?

When Anko found Naruto she had threatened to expose him before the Hokage, but...something in the boy had changed. His eyes were dark, cruel, yet meticulous, and calm. No doubt in his eyes, it seemed like he was merely playing with a toy. Hell, for what Anko knew how...he might as well have been. After all, now that all of this had come to light...who would have believed her?

In any case, Naruto gave Anko what she needed. She watched tape after tape of recordings detailing her mental/physical/and emotional stability through such sources as Ibiki, Kurenai, and her other friends to the Hokage. Hundred, upon hundreds of tapes, doctor reports, and medical files listed over her life. It...It was nigh maddening. Anko remembered her pitiful display of laughing and crying at almost the same time. Then...Naruto told her something which shook her body. Laugh...when they're dead. Cry...when you can't make them suffer anymore!

Anko would not say she took to Naruto immediately. She felt very hesitant, but with each passing check up between Ibiki and Kurenai, Anko felt her love for Konoha slipping away. She could feel Naruto dragging her further and further down into the depths of hatred and revenge. Yet, she did not fight this. She kept going further and further down until...she longed to prove Konoha right. That, because they never gave her a chance, because they never believed in her, because they never accepted her, because they never loved her, BECAUSE THEY NEVER TRUSTED HER! She would give them recordings of the numerous medical studies she had shown in poison research. No, better than that. She would...corrupt the Genjutsu Mistress. She would make this red-eyed bitch her most loyal dog, and she would make her watch...as she tore down every structure of this village until there was not a single brick laid upon another.

"Anko? Anko? You know, if this were an enemy attack you'd be dead," Kurenai said, a soft giggle in her voice. Anko shook her head from the thoughts she was having. Oh, she would make sure that Kurenai would see an enemy attack when it came!

"Sorry, sorry, spaced out a little bit," Anko said, a chuckle to escape her lips. It was actually fairly irritating to lie this way. Right now any laughter in Anko's throat was as dry as the Suna deserts, but she hoped Kurenai didn't pick up on that.

"I could tell. So, what did you call me out here for? It seemed pretty serious for you to pay a genin to deliver a private message to me," Kurenai said. The woman noticed the light blush on her friend's face.

"Ah, what did I call you out here for? Erm...well, it's...it's weird I guess. You know what? Just come inside! This is embarrassing!" Anko said. Before red-eyed woman could protest, the Snake Mistress grabbed her arm and pulled her into the apartment Anko was living in. She then proceeded to drag her into the middle of the living room.

"Embarrassing? Anko, you're scaring me...more than usual. What's the problem?" The black-haired woman asked. The woman watched her friend pace around the apartment living room. Whatever thoughts Anko was having seemed to be troubling her. Kurenai was already making a mental note to jot these down for the next submission report. Do not mistake, Kurenai. Anko was a valued friend to her, but...the safety of the village came first. Even to friends.

"Look, I know how people view me. The apprentice to Orochimaru, one of his closest subordinates, and the heir to every twisted thing he's most likely ever done, was what I came to be. I'm not very well-liked. I'm fine with that. I...I even made my peace with it. I don't care what they think, but...I care what you think, Kurenai. I've...I've come to care a lot about what you think of me, and this feeling has been pissing me off at work! But...I know why it has! So...before...before that bastard Asuma takes you away from me, I...I have to…" Anko whispered to herself.

"Anko, what are you...mmmph!" Kurenai widened her eyes in utter shock. She found her body gently, yet possessively, pushed against the back of the door to Anko's apartment. She could feel her the softest sensations upon her lips. A shiver ran down her throat as Anko caressed her cheek. Anko's lips were not stopping in their assault. For herself, Kurenai was still coping with the realization that one of her best friends had heavily romantic feelings for her. Yet, this kiss was almost...overpowering. Anko was gyrating her body against Kurenai's own body. Her hands were beginning to roam around her slender waist.

The kiss broke away with a heavy smack. The tokubetsu jonin, her voice laden with lust, spoke. "I love you, Kurenai! I love you more than that idiot Asuma ever could or ever will! You don't need that cheating bastard, Nai-chan. I don't have much, but I can make you happier than any man ever could!" Anko said. She then kissed Kurenai again before the genjutsu expert could even offer a reply.

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