Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Blood on the Snow ❯ Denial ( Chapter 4 )

A/N: Here I am with another chapter. Sorry for not updating like I should. Shame on me! I just watched the Zabuza Arc again to get a better grip on his character. I RP him in a private Naruto Role Play, but the circumstances were very different from this Fanfic.

 

To answer a reviewer's question: This could be pre-manga, I had never thought of that option. I just say it's AU-ish. Nice observation.

 

 

 

 

 

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Blood on the Show

 

Chapter 4: Denial

 

By: Ohtori Akio

 

 

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Anko, though the age she is, had rarely been that close to a man that she could feel the beating of their heart. And thanks to her team mates, she couldn't even get within a mile of love or they'd be upset. Love was a forbidden subject by all means when it came to her team mates. There was no time for love in her life.

 

Put simply, as much as she wanted to rip her team mates heads off and roll them down the street, it wasn't wise to get them riled up. Since they were smart enough to screw with her head and beat her up when she least expected it. She would get them back for that. No one made Mitarashi Anko look like a fool.

 

She was going to be humiliated for the last time. Soon, they would be the ones who were groveling at her feet, begging for mercy under her cruel blow. She'd show them what it felt like to be the one laying on the ground in a bloody heap. She'd show them what it meant to suffer and she'd take great sadistic joy in it.

 

Even so, she didn't feel comfortable getting close to anyone and her mentality had gotten to the point of paranoia just from a touch on the shoulder. Given the circumstances, she was confused as hell as she laid there on this killer's bed, his chest being used as her pillow. Never once did she figure she'd get into anything that was even remotely close to this predicament, but she didn't panic, not even as he pulled the covers up around them.

 

In the morning, however, all that would soon change.

 

Anko cracked an eye open upon seeing the dark fabric below her and noticing that this was no pillow. It was warm and hard, and a heart beat could be heard and the slowed, heavy breathing the signified sleep.

 

`Flat chest…short hair…Zabuza…'

 

“You sleaze ball!” Anko yelled, after processing that information and nearly shoving Zabuza off of the futon and punching him in the chest.

 

Quickly sitting up, her shoulder registered the pain caused by using it in such a manner. “Damn!”

 

“Damn! What was that for!?” The man shot off his mouth, while at the same time pondering on how that was a rather unusual way to be awoken. He glared at the kunoichi, rubbing his chest where she hit it. `She certainly is strong for a mere kunoichi…'

 

Anko, who was now erect by the futon, walked off towards the bathroom, muttering something under her breath on the way out of the door.

 

Once she was out of the room, she shut the door and leaned against it, slumping down and looking at the floor. “Shit…Why the hell did I do that?” Her aching body answered. `He's not them…He wouldn't have hurt me…'

 

All thought process stopped. `Wait a minute…How am I for sure that he wouldn't…How can I be so sure? Why do I trust him?'

 

Wallowing in these thoughts, which were going through her head at light speed, she heard a voice from the other side of the door.

 

“Anko.”

 

“Yes?” Her body straightened from its slumping position.

 

“Did you forget how to use the objects in the bathroom?”

 

Her head snapped up. She almost forgot why she was in there in the first place. “Hold on! Can't a woman relieve herself around here?” She asked with annoyance, and then flushed the toilet, trying to make it convincing that she was going to the bathroom. “I'm getting it.”

 

Taking a cool washcloth, she let the water run over the rag for a moment, then rang it out. Opening the door, she came face to face with the tall shinobi, almost running into him. She threw her hands up and took a step back.

 

“Here.” Anko replied as she noticed that he was shirtless. He must have taken his shirt off after being punched by her to examine his wound. She could see a red mark on him and sat the cold rag on it, watching his muscles jump as she rested the rag on that spot. While watching the spot she was resting the rag on, she flinched when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

 

“Since I'm such a pervert and everything, you'd think you'd be on your guard.” He said with a slightly amused look on his face.

 

Deep within her mind, the questions reeled around and around. The question of why kept making a prominent appearance in her mind. The kunoichi decided to approach him on her questions, not really expecting him to give her an answer, but looking for one all the more.

 

“You aren't' exactly a people person. So why the hell am I the exception?!” The woman's frustration was building.

 

Zabuza blinked, her question probing the depths of his mind for an answer that wasn't there.

 

“That's my business. You're mine now, and there's no going back.”

 

“That's so-so-so- you of you to say!”

 

There was a moment of silence before Zabuza spoke up. “Come. We have a mission today.”

 

The flame of rage brewing inside of her, Anko grabbed him by the arm and got in front of him, almost in his face. “Tell me why!”

 

Zabuza narrowed his eyes. “Why did you take up the offer?”

 

“I…I don't know.” Her grip loosened.

 

“People don't always act with hidden meaning.” He told her coldly as he walked past her and into the bathroom.

 

“Then what do they act with?”

 

 

 

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Zabuza looked at himself in the mirror, those same cold eyes staring back at him. He noticed the red spot on the right side of his chest from Anko's inventive way of waking him.

 

“What's wrong with that crazy woman?” He wondered out loud, his thoughts once again going back to the battered and bruised woman he had found in the snow. He looked at the door. “So if her team mates don't like what she does…”

 

Retrieving her clothes, Zabuza walked back to find their owner.

 

`Once she's dead- I won't have to deal with her again. It's for the best that way.'

 

The spiky haired man began to recall the events of the course of time that he had known Anko. `She is very different…At this point in time, someone should be telling me that it wouldn't hurt to give her a chance, but my chest begs to differ on that subject matter. How dare she strike me…

 

None of this is my business. Not her. Not her life. Nothing about her. I don't care about her.' He thought to himself as he walked down the hall.

 

He approached the bathroom door, where he heard something moving inside of the room.

 

She was in the bathroom again. He sighed to himself, the frowned and knocked on the door. He didn't hear an answer, but heard no water running, he figured that maybe she couldn't hear him and slowly opened the door.

 

There was Anko, standing butt naked in front of the mirror, getting ready to step into the shower, reaching up to unbound her hair. She turned around and both of them froze as they realized the situation.

 

After a moment, he quickly shut the door and just dodging the flying shurikens.

 

“You perverted bastard! Do you not know how to knock!?” Anko fumed, her face flushing a deep red as she covered herself and looked very offended.

 

“It's not my fault that you're deaf.” He muttered in reply, hoping that it didn't sound as surprised and frustrated as it did to his own ears. His eyes were still a bit widened from their normal state, and despite his protests, he heart was racing and his breath was accelerated from its normal state. `It was adrenaline.' He reasoned with himself.

 

But as he was walking down the hall, he caught glance of his reflection in one of the mirrors and stopped, turning to see himself within the reflective object. He couldn't give himself a reason for the slight blush to his features.

 

 

TBC

 

 

A/N: One of these days, I'll write a decent length chapter *sighs to himself*. Well, I hope you enjoy this little work on mine. Hope it's in character. I tried to portray Zabuza blushing in a normal (or at least normal) reaction that would cause him to do such a thing.

 

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