Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Blood on the Snow ❯ Mysterious ( Chapter 2 )

A/N: Here I go with another chapter of this wonderful story. I’m glad so many people like it. It didn’t get many hits at mediaminer, but people seem to love it over at so I’ll write it for them.

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Blood on the Snow

Chapter 2: Mysterious

By: Ohtori Akio

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There were certain things Anko was taught when she was small by her sensei and parents, and how not to get picked up by strangers would be one of those rules. Well, what was she supposed to do when she had no where else to go? She knew that anyone sane wouldn’t take up Zabuza’s offer, but he insulted her and thought she couldn’t stand up for herself. If she didn’t accept, it was going to piss her off for the rest of her life.

Of course, if he were just some pervert trying to get laid or someone who thought he could just kill her like it was nothing, she’d note to herself that he had no business telling her how to live her life, but she also couldn’t help but notice this one seemed different…Maybe because it was the first person to shove it in her face that she should be strong enough to handle her team mates.

Or it could be that he’s some stuck up bastard who thinks the world revolves around him and peons like herself weren’t worth any trouble.

Whatever the reasons were, it was now in Anko’s subconscious to prove him wrong.

She found herself agreeing to his demands.

The two walked through the snow in complete silence. All that could be heard was the soft crunching of the snow beneath their feet. They walked up to a door and paused, Zabuza looked over his shoulder at the freezing Anko.

“I have some extra clothing and a shower inside.” He told her, monotonely.

“You want me to believe you aren’t going to rape me?” Anko glared.

“That all depends on you.”

The door opened and she followed him inside. ‘Maybe…Just maybe he won’t be like those teammates back in Konoha…So my teammates are assholes and the next thing I know Mr. I Communicate with My Face Muscles was walking me to some strange place. Part of me wants to say, hey he’s just being nice and taking me someplace to stay, now the other part is going Anko! You moron! He’s obviously hitting on you! I’m sure he plans on joining you in that shower and he probably has no clothes for you so you’ll have to use body heat to keep warm! I’m going to watch his every move! There will be hell to pay if he even says something that sounds dirty to me.’

The man paused, “Hang up your coat here.”

He extended a hand to retrieve it and piercing eyes glared.

‘Of course I’m hiding under here. I bet you want me to take it off…’

Before Anko could get a word out, Zabuza spoke up again. “You’ll need proper bandages for your wounds.” He gave up trying to get her coat and took a step back. “I didn’t go through the trouble of inviting you in to make your own personal lake in my door.”

“Like snow doesn’t melt in the heat…” She murmured to herself, then she saw a hand reach out to her and alarms went off once more. She caught his wrist and held it firmly. “I’d like it if you kept your mitts off.” The woman warned.

“You have an injury.”

The female blinked and just stared at him, thrown off by the way he was acting recently.

‘Not a bit of gratitude…’ The tall male thought to himself, staring down Anko in the door way, his frown deepening. ‘Why did I even take her with me anyway?’ He looked deep into her eyes, and could see a fire boiling within them. ‘She’s not like other kunoichi…Hmpf, spiteful thing, isn’t she?’

“So,” Anko replied, sitting his wrist back to his side, “You’re here all alone?”

“Is there a problem with that?”

“No…I just thought you’d be…” She paused for a couple of minutes, looking down with a bit of a saddened look. “Lonely…”

Zabuza’s eyes widened a bit on that word. It was the word that always struck him deeply, no matter what kind of emotionless façade he tried to rid it with. Hoping that the girl wasn’t looking, his face quickly hardened to produce a look of never hearing the word in his life.

“Hey, I’d rather be alone then with my team mates.”

“That’s the reason you were trying to commit suicide in the snow.”

“That’s putting it mildly.”

“I’m not fond of swimming through the front door.” Zabuza stated, noticing the large, soggy place in front of the door.

‘Ok, ok he doesn’t seem that bad…He’s trying to be nice…Well something like that…How about less cold then he was before? I’ll humor him; I’m freezing over here anyway.’ Sighing in defeat she replied. “Alright, alright I’ll take if off.”

The ninja took off her long tan coat and handed it to him.

“The shower is down the hall to your left.”

Figuring with how pale and icy her skin was, there wasn’t another choice, so she slowly followed him down the hall and to the left. She saw one towel hanging on the wall. Without a word, Zabuza retreated down the hall.

“What was that all about anyway?” She looked confused. “One minute he’s soaking up the fact that I’m going to die, and then next he’s being helpful…”

Pulling the door closed behind her, she frowned at the lack of a lock, but there was nothing to barricade it with, so she just hoped that no one would try to come in and join her in the shower. She stripped down and looked at her arm in the mirror, an angry, sad and betrayed look surfaced across her face when she saw her injuries.

“Damn them…” Anko spat, running her finger tips along her cuts and gashes, flinching as she did.

She sighed after a few minutes, giving her reflection a defeated look and stepping into the shower, turning on the hot water and letting it thaw her frozen skin. The woman enjoyed the hot water cascading down her body, simply relaxing like she could rarely do around her squad. That’s when the turning of the door knob caught her ears.

‘He wouldn’t…That perverted rapist!’

There was a slight squeak of the door being pulled back as Anko reached out of the shower, grabbing some Kunai Knives that she had dispersed on the floor, ready to attack, looking around the corner of the shower curtain. The dark haired woman raised her hand in the stabbing motion and as soon as those spikey tresses came through the door she let them fly.

“Take that you perverted bastard!”

The door slammed shut as they missed his head and stuck into the door, Zabuza making quite an irritated face on the other side of the door.   The Mist Ninja glared at the door before opening it slowly again.

“What in the hell was that for?”

“Spying on me in the shower! What do you think? Quit trying to play innocent with me!”

“I suppose you wanted to drip dry and run around naked?” There was a rustling noise, then a slam. “If you value you’re life, Anko. You won’t try that again.”

Peeking out from behind the shower curtain, she noticed some clothes sitting on top of the sink.

Anko blinked, in a state of shock that that’s all there was. ‘You mean…He was just…Oh hell…’

She hopped out and dried off, looking at the clothes. They were a drab, long sleeved shirt and a pair of black pants. Holding the towel up to herself, she peeked out of the door. “Uh…Zabuza? “

“If you don’t like them just put your own clothes back on. They were the smallest clothing I could find, everything else was too large.”

“Look, sorry about the kunai knife ordeal.” Anko apologized before shutting the door and getting dressed. The male sat in silence in the other room.

'The ass did something completely and totally unnatural. That damned bastard that perverted scum that good for nothing, idiot- went and proved me wrong.'

Anko put her hair up and walked into the room with Zabuza, sitting in front of him.

“You’re arm.” He said simply.

“What?” Anko looked confused.

“If you don’t want an infection then let me see it.” He demanded roughly.

She lifted her arm to him, not sure of his reaction or what he would do. He gently pulled up the baggy sleeve of the shirt and examined the wound. “Don’t move.”

Before Anko could protest, he began to wrap the wound. “You’re already healing, so there’s no use in getting stitches.”

“Ow!” The girl closed one eye as the wrapping got a bit tighter.

“Hm.” Zabuza almost laughed. “You’re welcome.”

“Why are you helping me anyway?” The dark haired woman demanded.

The man paused, caught off guard by that question. “I don’t know.” He muttered finishing his job.

“I don’t get you.”

“That makes two of us…”

TBC

A/N: Hope I did this chapter justice. They aren’t exactly the easiest people to put in romantic situations for me. Well, please review! prays this chapter is good.