Hey guys! In response to my other stories, I've been considering making another! Which is this one right here! Since Anko won't be in a relationship with Naruto I thought that would be sad. So! I've made this story here to match Naruto and Anko together! Haku, and Tenten will join later under different circumstances.

Running through the streets his legs forced him ahead. Never looking back, his blonde hair flickered in the wind. The ground pounded around him pulsing like his heart. The air reeked of raw fearful pleasure, it was unbearable. He looked to the tops of the buildings for the anbu assigned as his guard but found nothing but black sky.

Turning corners again, and again Naruto began to tire from the long trek the villagers forced him through. Growing ragged the breaths bursting in and out slackened until his eyes drooped. His muscles collapsed from exhaustion. No six year has ever had the displeasure of feeling the loving blows of so many different people. Except for Naruto.

Blows flurried down onto him kicking his ribs, bruising his face, gashing his back. The villagers smiled with justified glee as they beat the child. Engorging themselves in their hate they missed one young purple-haired girl running towards them. In her hands she held two kunai and a senbon hanging from her mouth. Hung around her neck was a Konoha head-band. She wore a trench coat openly showing a black shirt with a brown short skirt. Under everything was a mass of mesh body-armor, enforcing protection on her.

As she neared, some villagers took note but ignored her in favor of their tirade. That was a mistake. Anko threw her kunai into the crowd; her slitted eyes glinted with sadistic glee. She watched as kunai met flesh prying for more. Getting excited she spat out her senbon precisely at one obese man about to step on her friend.

Wide eyes turned to see glaring twins. In an instant too quick for any civilian, Anko dashed in leaving only a wake of dust in her place. The effect was sudden and bloody. Gore took air and bodies fell to the ground in hard matrimony. Another and Naruto was in her arms.

When she looked down the hate in her heart hardened and centered itself around the fools who dared to chase her friend. They had a lesson to learn, but not from her. She'd send for the old man later after she took Naruto to the hospital. Leaving his side now would be a bad thing.

With swift feet Anko carried her friend into the hospital doors before slipping the receptionist a special note authorizing a reserved room be put to full use until she came to collect the note again. As she ran through the halls with suitable speed her eyes would ever so often drift down to the boy in her arms. She swore. Next time she would be on time. Next time Naruto won't be hurt, and would be able. She sniffled to herself gasping for breath as she ran. Again, she swore. Why did their room have to be on the top floor?

Cynically, she laughed. If Naruto died-which she knew he wouldn't-she would kill herself. That was the ultimatum she set. And when she told the Hokage about her plan, so called, he gently held a hand up and settled her with that note. She never could tell whether he was frightened by the prospect but his warming embrace afterwards made to reassure her.

Finally reaching the top floor she looked out from the stair case for her and Naruto's room. Once she found it, the purple haired girl nimbly grasped the handle.

Entering Anko pushed the door closed and locked it. She threw aside a few chairs waiting in front of the bed before setting down Naruto. Her eyes scanned him again. His hair was matted to his head tainting his golden hair with blood, his face contorted from several gashes in it with leading slashes visibly heading down his torso.

"Anko, what happened!" An old warm voice said, surprising her.

Peering over her shoulder Anko's eyes widened and then relaxed, the old man made it. She opened her mouth to say something until a groan was heard in front of her again. Tears threatened to break free at the sight.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Finally tears fell as Anko collapsed on his bedside. He believed everything was his fault for some reason. He never would except that people would do things without reason or false beliefs. He was innocent to a fault.

"Naruto!" Anko desperately said.

Again, "Naruto!"

After a minute Naruto's eyes slowly opened. The foxes chakra must've been doing the trick. The rim's of his mouth and eyes were tinted red, and not from blood. He looked around to find Anko lying next to him holding his hand as she muttered, "It's not your fault." to herself.

His eyes met the Hokage's who's own warmed the room and made him feel much safer. Quickly he pushed himself up, pulling Anko into a breath-taking hug ceasing the sharps rasps of breath. Slowly, Naruto rubbed her back in the calmest of gestures. Though after a minute Anko's eyes widened, pulling herself back she began to check him over again showing the small puffs under her eyes.

"Are you alright?" Naruto asked.

"Yeah," Anko stated before hardening her stare, "How did they get you?"

He looked away. "I was eating at Ichiraku's and had just left when some meanies came around and starting throwing stuff at me." Anko's eyes narrowed. "They wouldn't stop so I used that one technique to get out of there, but they caught me too quickly."

Naruto steered away from her softened stare before he felt two lips kiss his head. He looked up to meet Anko's collarbone as she hugged him as closely as she could.

Sad eyes peered down to sun-kissed hair before her until she smiled slightly. His explanations were always minimized. Not in the way to make things simpler, no. But rather to make things seem less than they actually were... Initially when he'd first told her of what happened when she'd found him bloody and beaten two years ago he'd said that the reason why was because he'd done something wrong. Of course, Anko went to the Hokage's office and explained what happened to the old man. She was surprised to find him telling her about the Kyuubi attack where the problem's origins were.

After was nothing to scoff at. Anbu had to restrain her from killing several civilians, all the while yelling about how stupid they were. Then she'd go visit the hospital where their friendship began.

If you're all wondering why this first chapter is so short it's because I simply always start short, than get larger. It's how I roll apparently since this is what I've done to my other story.

Alright guys R&R and PM if you have any questions.

Lastly, I will be updating A Path Paved In Ice either today or tomorrow!

See ya!