Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Blood on the Snow ❯ Toss About In Bed ( Chapter 3 )
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A/N: Another chapter to my little story. Sorry about being so late with it. I've been working on drabbles, but I'm now back for a while and hopefully things will be back to normal as far as updates go!
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Blood on the Snow
Chapter 3: Toss About in Bed
By: Ohtori Akio
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“Well, damn he's confusing…” Anko muttered looking at her newly bandaged arm. She looked at the man beside of her, just as equally perplexed by his actions as he was.
She cradled her arm with her other.
“Are you going to sit there all night?” Zabuza questioned.
Realizing that he wasn't lying about staying with him, she had no means of contacting anyone, she nervously hugged herself. “It is all right for me to spend the night here, right?”
“Would I be giving you those clothes if I wanted you to leave? Besides, you belong to me now, remember?”
The woman felt uneasy, and though her façade was diminished some, “I hate to impose like this…it's just…after everything that happened with my team mates…Well….I mean….and well…those damn bastards.”
He said nothing in reply and just returned his attention back to cleaning that monstrous sword of his.
“Wait…” She spoke up again after a pause. “Where do I sleep?”
“Here.” He replied, nonchalantly, not looking up from his current task at hand and motioned to the other side of the futon he slept on.
Anko looked to him, then to the other side of the futon. Sure, it was a big enough futon and he was all the way on the other side, but who the hell did he think she was!?
“Hey! Just because you think I'm weak for being beat up by my team mates, doesn't mean I'm easy slut who will just sleep with anyone!” She yelled, crossing her arms.
Looking up from the sword, and stopping all cleaning functions, he leveled her with a sincere glare. Well, as sincere a glare one could expect to get from Zabuza.
“I only have one bed.” The room fell quiet, before he continued. “Unless you expect me to sleep outside.”
“No…” She turned away, and then slowly walked over-knowing that there was hardly any other furniture in the house. She berated herself for getting into this mess in the first place. `Damn it! Here I am with a guy I barely know and he expects me to sleep in the same bed with him and trust him? What the hell does he take me for? A fool?' Her thoughts paused, thinking back on what she knew about him, `Then again, he is one of the people who just talked to me…if you could consider that talking and he didn't try anything when he found me…maybe he's not some asshole of a male after all.”
Finally resigning herself to the situation, Anko slowly walked over and sat at the edge of the futon. Trying to get as close to the opposing edge as she could, she closed her eyes and waited, `If he makes one move, I swear I'll kick his ass and strangle him with his own headband!'
A slight rustle and she couldn't help but tense. Peeking out of the corner of her eye, she could see him reaching a hand over in her direction and before she knew it, she'd jolted up and forcefully grabbed his wrist, leveling him with a stern glare.
“Waiting for me to let my guard down, eh? Maybe I should break your wrist for trying to trick me into this you damn…”
“I didn't know covering you up because you looked cold was an offense punishable by torture.” He retorted, glaring back.
For a few minutes the two did nothing but glare at each other, until with a “hmpf” Anko turned back and yanked the covers over herself. “I can take care of myself. I don't need some man helping me.” She fumed, waiting for him to fight back.
Instead, a candle was blown out and she could hear him lying down.
With a satisfied smirk that she'd probably chewed him out, she pulled the blankets up a bit more when a quiet, yet firm voice caught her ears.
“If you can take care of yourself, then deal with your team mates yourself.”
Body tensing angrily, she grabbed the pillow underneath her head and lunged in the general direction of the voice, only to feel the grip of her arm, and her bangs brushing against someone else's face as the pillow was pried from her hands.
“What the hell are you-?!”
“Your childish behavior isn't necessary. Go to sleep.” He spoke, his breath warming her still-chilled face and alerting her to how close they actually were.
“You're the one holding me.” She argued.
“And I don't see you struggling to pull away.”
“……..I hate you.” Anko muttered.
“Then why did you accept my offer?”
She sighed, irritated and began to pull away, intent on trying to sleep. Then it hit her. “You took my pillow.”
“I can't have you attacking me with my own household items.”
“Where am I supposed to lay my damn head?”
He didn't reply.
“Damn you, I have half a nerve to…to…”
“To what?” Zabuza asked, voice giving off a slight air of amusement.
Anko smirked. He thought he was so smart, but he wouldn't expect this. Fine, if you take my pillow…then I guess this is what I'll have to do.”
She lay her head down on his chest, expecting him to move, flinch, push her away or say something.
“Well?” She asked.
“Just don't drool on me.” He replied as if nothing was wrong at all.
About to fight back, Anko stopped when she felt his hand pulling up the blankets around them both.
`What the hell is up with him?' She thought. `He's…He's not like those other assholes. He's well…Nice. Quiet, underhandedly arrogant, rough and smug, but still nice.' She looked up, noticing that he had taken off his facial wrappings to sleep. Anko stared at his face as he slept, watching it for a while, then smiled and laid her head back down on his chest, where she could hear his heart beat.
`He's attractive too, once you get to see his real face.'
With that being the last thought on her mind, she drifted off to sleep.
To Be Continued
Well, that's all for this chapter. I would have made it longer but I had to end this specific chapter at that point. The next one will be coming up soon though. Please stay tuned.
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