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Nobody can get me down

Anko cried until she was out of tears. Her body ached all over but she didn't even notice. This pain was nothing compared to the pain in her heart. She remembered the little time he had spent with her. It had been enough to break her.

She should have tried harder to fight him. She wasn't the helpless little girl he could kick around anymore. Or so she thought. He had tought her better. Just as she had learned to deal with beeing left by him he came back to break her spirit to make her aware of how weak she was, that she still belonged to him. And now he was gone. He had left her again more miserable than ever.

After what seemed like hours Anko got up on shaky legs. The sky outside wasn't as dark anymore. Anko didn't wlcome the light. She wanted to hide her shame in blackness as dark as his soul and never get out into the light again.

She couldn't face all those people who would trust her with their lives who would have expected her to fight him. She didn't deserve the trust. She had orgasmed under his touch. She had surrendered to his touch, to the pain, to him. She had betrayed everyone who believed in her. She had given herself to a criminal. She had enjoyed the pain he inflicted.

Anko couldn't look at herself in the mirror when she went into the bathroom. She got into the shower and began to wash the traces of him away. She used up her whole bottle of shower gel and scrubbed her skin until it was bright red. She still felt dirty, tainted.

When she got out of the shower the sky was cheerfully bright and the streets were busy. Anko stood at the window and tried not to think about the night, about him. But the thoughts came back all the time. She knew she should proberbly tell the Hokage about Orochimaru but she knew that she wouldn't have the strength to tell anybody what had happened. And there would be questions. Why contact her? What did he want? Why didn't she try to fight him? No, she would never be able to answer those questions.

Anko put her clothes on and went to the kitchen. She wasn't hungry but she grabbed an apple and took a big bite out of it absent-minded. She tried to swallow but couldn't. She let the apple fall to the floor before she rushed to the sink, bent over it and began to throw up. When her stomach was empty she slid to the ground curled up into a ball and started crying again.

She didn't hear the knocking on her door but a minute later noticed that someone had entered the room selently. She lifted her head and recognized Kakashi's grey hair through tear clouded eyes. He crouched down in front of her and looked at her worried.

„Are you ok?", he asked.

Anko got to her feet slowly using her kitchen table to support herself. She through her hair back and tried to wipe away her tears without him noticing.

„I'm great!", she said a little too loud. „Why do you ask and what are you doing in my house anyway?"

„Tsunade sent me.", ha answered. „You were supposed to see her about something but you didn't show up. I'm here to check on you. And just in case you haven't noticed there's a broken lamp in your living room and quite a lot of blood in your hall. I wouldn't exactly call that normal and here you are in front of your own puke crying your eyes out and you wonder why I ask what's wrong with you?"

Shit! She had totally forgotten about Tsunade and about cleaning up. She should have removed the evidence of her pain.

Anko wnt over to the sink and turned the water on. It flushed her stomach contant away. Ignoring Kakashi completely she went into the hall with a damp cloth and started cleaning her blood up. When she went back to the kitchen to wash the cloth out Kakashi was gone.

Anko leaned against the counter and sighed. She felt the tears come back into her eyes and a single one rolled down her cheek.

She pulled herself together and went to the living room wanting to pick up her shattered lamp. Kakashi was there kneeling on the floor picking up every piece. He looked up when she entered. She wiped her eyes with one quick motion but she knew he had seen the tears.

„Garbage can?", he asked.

„Kitchen"

Anko kept her eyes down as he got up and walked past her. She didn't move when she heard him come back. He put one hand on her shoulder and she couldn't hold back anymore. She turned around, leand against his chest and started crying. Kakashi patted her back a little helpless and whispered soothing words Anko didn't understand over her sobs.

She didn't know how long he held her like this, how long he listened to her crying. When she became aware of what she was doing she withdrew from him.

„Sorry!", she sobbed.

„You've got nothing to be sorry for.", he assured her. „I don't know what happened here, Anko, but I just want you to know that I believe you'll get through this. You can cope with anything. Nothing can get you down. You're the strongest woman I know. So don't forget to go see Tsunade. See You!"

He made a hand sign and disappeared.

He's right!, Anko thought. I'm strong! Nobody can get me down.

She felt her old fighting spirit coming back to her, flooding her abused body, healing her from the inside. She would get through this. She would make him suffer for what he had done to her. Next time she would kill him. Next time she would be stronger. Next time she wouldn't show mercy.

At that moment something inside her twisted and the realization hit her hard. She had slept with Orochimaru, he had spilled his seed into her. He had planted the evil inside her.

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THANKS sesshomaruslover200! I really liked your idea. You convinced me to keep writing I hope you read (and like) this chapter.