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Title: Injury (beware the unoriginal title. >>)
Author: blacknymph
Pairing / Characters: Anko, Oro
Rating: PG
Category: Angst
Challenge: #27, Injury
Warnings: N/A
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
Summary/Author Notes:This turned out a little better than I thought it would, but it's not my best work. 386 words.
She was loyal. This is what she had engrained into her brain during the first week, when she first experienced his painful intentions. Anko supposed it was the feeling of being special that made her hold on long enough to decide where her heart lay. The feeling of being wanted, of being more than just there; it felt good, and she had begun to thrive on the feeling.
Even when she felt it giving off that agonizing pulse, Anko could only think of making him proud of her--she wanted him to think that it was not a mistake to entrust her with such a heavy burden as the seal.
But it never seemed to be enough, and even she, with her overbearing fourteen-year-old naivete, could notice the way he looked at her every time her eyebrows contorted into the throbbing pain in the crook of her neck. Anko could see the disgust radiating off of the narrowed, flaxen eyes, and it hurt. It hurt more than the curse seal ever would, she knew.
Sometimes, she would just run from the manse until she tripped on an extended root, or until she was too tired to go any farther, and she would just lie in the dirt or grass and cry. Anko knew that she would be disowned if he ever saw this, but she just couldn't help it--the tears just streamed down her face before she knew what was going on, and before she could stop it, she was hicoughing, and sniffling, and simply bawling her eyes out.
He always found her hours later, eyes red and swollen, nose still runny, and lip often cracked from where she'd bitten it to stop her weakness, and he always assumed that she had had another temper tantrum and gotten into a fight, and he would scold her lightly. For running away from home, she was told.
Now, Anko knew better. The snake had always known what had happened to her on those nights, and she didn't know which hurt worse--the feeling of being condescended and ignored as a child, or the feeling of indignance when she discovered that he was only mocking her with his affection.
But she knew one thing--whatever it was, that writhing pain in her gut; whatever that was, the curse-seal was simply no match.
Cross posted to: naruto_500
Author: blacknymph
Pairing / Characters: Anko, Oro
Rating: PG
Category: Angst
Challenge: #27, Injury
Warnings: N/A
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
Summary/Author Notes:This turned out a little better than I thought it would, but it's not my best work. 386 words.
She was loyal. This is what she had engrained into her brain during the first week, when she first experienced his painful intentions. Anko supposed it was the feeling of being special that made her hold on long enough to decide where her heart lay. The feeling of being wanted, of being more than just there; it felt good, and she had begun to thrive on the feeling.
Even when she felt it giving off that agonizing pulse, Anko could only think of making him proud of her--she wanted him to think that it was not a mistake to entrust her with such a heavy burden as the seal.
But it never seemed to be enough, and even she, with her overbearing fourteen-year-old naivete, could notice the way he looked at her every time her eyebrows contorted into the throbbing pain in the crook of her neck. Anko could see the disgust radiating off of the narrowed, flaxen eyes, and it hurt. It hurt more than the curse seal ever would, she knew.
Sometimes, she would just run from the manse until she tripped on an extended root, or until she was too tired to go any farther, and she would just lie in the dirt or grass and cry. Anko knew that she would be disowned if he ever saw this, but she just couldn't help it--the tears just streamed down her face before she knew what was going on, and before she could stop it, she was hicoughing, and sniffling, and simply bawling her eyes out.
He always found her hours later, eyes red and swollen, nose still runny, and lip often cracked from where she'd bitten it to stop her weakness, and he always assumed that she had had another temper tantrum and gotten into a fight, and he would scold her lightly. For running away from home, she was told.
Now, Anko knew better. The snake had always known what had happened to her on those nights, and she didn't know which hurt worse--the feeling of being condescended and ignored as a child, or the feeling of indignance when she discovered that he was only mocking her with his affection.
But she knew one thing--whatever it was, that writhing pain in her gut; whatever that was, the curse-seal was simply no match.
Cross posted to: naruto_500