A Deadly Deception

Meanwhile, two Inuzuka were assigned to Hana's room. They gently laid her on her bed. "I should have brought a book if I knew we were going to have this assignment," one of the Inuzuka members said.

"I'll get you a damn book, Sarin. Besides, she's not going anywhere. I'll be right back," the other said. He walked out of the room. Meanwhile, Sarin brushed a piece of hair from Hana's face. He looked at the door.

"A-A quick kiss, wouldn't hurt, would it?" he asked. Perhaps it would be a bit shameless of him if he did more than her cheek. Sarin leaned over and slowly kissed Hana's cheek before backing away. He stopped at the edge of the room and laughed to himself.

He turned around to Hana's bookcase and cleared his throat. "M-Maybe I could get one more?" He said to himself.

While Sarin was thinking of the many things he could get away with, he did not see the eyes staring at his backside. He did not feel the glare of murder directed at him. So lost in his thoughts and plans, Sarin Inuzuka had no time to react when Hana grabbed the back of his head and bashed it into her bookcase.

"GAH!" Sarin yelled as he fell to the ground. He tried to find his bearings, but the only thing that he found was Hana's fist crashing into his skull. Over and over, Hana punched and punched. Her eyes held no anger. Her eyes held no compassion. Her eyes held...no humanity. She just kept striking and striking without mercy. However, her face began to morph into a wide smile.

Hana's punches grew harder and faster. Pools of blood stained her floor. A crack and snap of bones crunched with each strike now. She kept up blow after blow until her hands stopped. The Inuzuka heiress stared at the corpse she had bloodied at her feet. She then leaned over and grabbed Sarin's head. Though he was no longer alive to feel the pain, if any were around then they would have heard the cruel, wrenching twist of a neck. With her strength, Hana ripped Sarin's head from his shoulders.

Hana stared at the head of her deceased family member. She then heard the banging on her door.

"Sarin?! Sarin! Are you alright? I smell blood! You son of a bitch, I know you're a horny bastard, but I swear if you…,"

The door opened. The Inuzuka member who had left to fetch Sarin his book dropped it to the floor. He stared in speechless horror of the headless corpse at Hana's feet. He stared in horror of the head in her hands. Before the Inuzuka member could even scream, Hana smiled. She then lunged her full body at him. He did not make it far before she dragged him back into her room and closed the door. No sound could be heard except for the occasional crunch or sloshing noise.

...

"Hey, Anko. How's it going? No, maybe I shouldn't do that. I...I was just in the area and wanted to… No, not that way either. Anko, we should...talk about what happened last time. Anko, I didn't know you really… I hate today," Kurenai said as she found herself standing just outside Anko's apartment.

For the past five minutes, even more counting the walk over here, Kurenai had been thinking about how best to approach her best friend after the...event that had occurred. Nevermind that the Hokage had basically ordered her to go along with Anko's apparent...infatuation with her, but she also had to continue monitoring her.

If Kurenai were honest, she felt Anko had more than earned the Hokage's trust at this point. The jonin felt rather terrible that she had to keep lying to her friend. Of course, it was a matter of village security and she understood that, but...how long would be long enough? In truth, Kurenai feared the day that Anko would come to learn these things. How would she take it?

"What am I scared of? It's just Anko. I came here all the time anyway," Kurenai said to herself. She then confidently knocked on the door.

No answer came immediately. She tried knocking again. As she waited outside, her confidence continued to shrink more and more. Perhaps...this was not a good idea. She then began to slowly back away from the door. Just as she turned around to leave, the door opened. Kurenai was not expecting her best friend to greet her...in nothing but a towel.

"Yo Nai-chan! Sorry about that. Was just having a soak. So what brings you to my neck of the woods?" Anko asked.

"Perhaps we could...discuss inside where you aren't giving the men and women of Konoha a free show," the Genjutsu Mistress suggested. Anko looked down at her wardrobe, or lack thereof, and smirked.

"Please, Nai-chan. Can't nobody handle all this. But for you? Anything. Come in, come in!" Anko exclaimed as she opened her doors. Kurenai walked inside while the Snake Mistress locked her door.

"Have a seat. I'll get some clothes on. Unless you'd prefer if I go without," Anko said, a sultry tone in her voice. A strained chuckle escaped Kurenai's lips as she watched Anko give a twirl for her amusement.

"With clothes would be appreciated," she replied.

"Gotcha. Hang tight...you pathetic bitch," Anko said underneath her breath. She then walked into her bedroom area.

Thankfully, Kurenai wasn't left on her own for too long as her friend returned. Anko set two glasses of water for herself and Kurenai on her coffee table.

"So...what's up?" Anko asked.

Kurenai suddenly wished she could take an assignment. It was better than being here. Even now, she could still remember the pressure of Anko's chest against her own and the feel of her lips against her own. How was she supposed to even broach the subject?

A sigh, the Genjutsu Mistress took a sip of her water. It had a rather...funny taste, but some waters tend to have that. She then rested her cup on the table. "Anko, I want to...talk about the last time we were together. I...wanted us to talk about that," she replied.

"Yeah, I figured. You've been avoiding me the past few days," Anko said, a tad bit of hurt seeping through her tone.

"I...apologize about that. I just...you surprised me and I've been thinking about it almost every day. What...what did you mean about Asuma? You mentioned him before you...kissed me," she said. A flush of red tinted the sides of her cheeks when she spoke.

Anko grunted. Her face scrunched up in a manner that told Kurenai her friend was very upset. "You're a smart girl, Nai-chan, but you can be pretty damn naive sometimes. It's clear to almost all our friends that the Sarutobi likes you. Then again, you have a lot of male admirers. You're a beautiful woman after all," Anko complimented. She turned her face away when she said this.

"I'm actually being hit on by another woman. I never thought I'd live to see the day," Kurenai thought to herself. She was also aware it wasn't like Anko to get embarrassed over saying such things, but then again this was a rather sensitive topic. Still, it was even more of a surprise that Asuma was attracted to her. He was...nice to look at, but she never did appreciate his smoking habit.

"Well...thanks, but when did you start feeling that way about me?" she then returned to her friend. Anko then made a grand display of putting her head in her hands.

"Cause you're the only one who ever understood me, who ever cared about me, who ever listened to me. No one else got me like you did. In anyone else's eyes, I'm the apprentice of Orochimaru, the flight risk, the traitor just waiting for the opportune moment. You never saw me like that and...one day, I found I couldn't think of passing up the chance to have you in my life forever. It's some cheesy shit, but I know I can make you happier than anyone else," Anko replied.

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