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Naruto One War Ends, Another Begins Introduction Post Anko Mitarashi Darkness. Solitude. An onyx void had been the only thing that lingered with - and even around - the still unconscious but simultaneously alive Special Jounin, Anko Mitarashi. Being forced to remain in what was all but a comatose state forced one to think, even if they didn't wish to do so. After all, there wasn't exactly much else for a person to do. And so, Anko had been doing little more than thinking and remembering, all at a pace as quick as any REM session she may or may not be going through at that very moment. Sensei! A much younger version of herself ran up to a tall and insanely pale - no, albino - male that had taken her under his wing. Her upbringing, or lack of one on a very technical note, had made it incredibly easy for Anko to become attached to Orochimaru. He was far more of a father than her biological one and by far the best friend she had. Especially when the scene revealed a very specific moment in her life. If one could see her exact recollections, they would notice not only was Anko younger, but sobbing. A slight but still noticeable trail of blood fell down the nape of Anko's neck, cascading underneath her clothes, and leaked atop the stone, cold floor. Perfect. The response had been from the very same person whom had - supposedly - agreed to be her sensei. Why?! she hissed through gritted teeth, shakily covering the wound as she stared furiously into the amber eyes. What'd you do to me?! I thought you were my sensei! Why?! Rather than receiving a verbal retort, she heard a sadistic chuckle as the man she thought she knew - and could call a friend - literally turned his back on her and exited the room, soon locking it. Anko found herself still in a state of shock and despair, but not for long as the pain dominated her body and soon, she passed out. Instinctively, her fists clenched. She didn't quite wake up, but for the first time in far too long, Anko finally felt her muscles begin to function. Bastard, she muttered in a faint, weak voice. Traitor ... you ... ngh ... Yet whatever reprieve she had been given from the first memory was just as swiftly gone. Soon, a new one that was equally as infuriating returned to her. Aburame-san! Hyuuga-san! Get back to Konoha! Now! One of the last things she had seen started to replay in her mind. One could almost swear if they didn't know better Orochimaru was towering over her, making Anko endure the most painful and simultaneously humiliating flashbacks of her life. This was the answer that no one in Konoha knew why she had left or even where she went to. In front of her was the destination she set off with Muta Aburame and Tokuma Hyuuga to find the Mountains' Graveyard. Though he was out of sight, they had seen mere seconds ago that a very shady looking Kabuto had moved forward, but not alone. He had done so with Madara. But, are you ... ?? Before Muta could protest, she turned her head and shot him an irritated glare. Yes, she replied without missing a beat, If what Tokuma said is true about that army, Konoha needs to know. Get back! Go! Haul your ass back to Konoha! Now ! The expression on his face revealed he wanted to argue. Before he could try though, a hand gently but firmly landed on his shoulder. She's right, Tokuma simply stated, We should take this back while we still can. I don't like it either. But let's not waste this opportunity. Fine, Muta bitterly answered, Come back safely though. Only after the two men left did Anko move from her hiding spot. Slowly, the kunoichi reached down and pulled a kunai out from the pocket of her trenchcoat. She didn't need to take many steps before he showed up. You're different, she stated in a matter-of-fact tone, narrowing her eyes as Kabuto came into view. Now, now, she was greeted with, That's not how you properly greet your sensei, is it? .... Impossible! But she knew it wasn't. The look in his eyes, the tone of his own voice, and the nagging sensation she'd felt earlier. It all added up. That very bit of knowledge caused Anko to tighten her grip on the handle of the kunai as her hand shook slightly. Fine then! This time though, I'm not losing! Somewhere in between exchanging blows, more infuriated words, and even some jutsus here and there, she - alas - did lose. How exactly? Fuck if even she could seem to remember that. Lub dub ... Her heart pounded, both angry and distraught at everything she was seeing and feeling. A copious dose of guilt and shame mingled in together, beginning to stir with one another to create a dangerous sense of wrath that was now adding itself into the equation. Lub dub ... Her fists clenched again, seeming to form an even tighter grip somehow. Son of a bitch, she growled, feeling her eyes begin to flutter. I'll kill you myself! Finally, her formerly sleeping body woke up, albeit with no doubt one of the worst wake up calls possible. She panted heavily, her body shuddering as she looked around. Anko began to quickly blink as more darkness surrounded her. Thankfully, it wasn't from a grim reason such as being blind like part of her expected for some reason. No, she simply needed to adjust to the lack of light. ... Cave? Is this the inside of the Mountains' Graveyard then? Only after Anko realized that even she wasn't certain did the realization dawn on her. For all she knew, she could be literally anywhere. Worse off, she had no clue as to whether either Tokuma or Muta had gotten back to Konoha alive and well. Fuck, she muttered in a bitter, hoarse voice. How ... how long have I ... ?? Her head slowly shook from side to side, knowing that to extents the answer would have mattered and not at the same time. She was alive. Disgusted at herself - and her sensei - pissed off, and feeling an array of other multiple emotions. But alive nonetheless. Ahhh, shit! As Anko reached down to try to push herself up, the next major revelation hit her. It had clearly been too long since she had moved or done anything on her own. Because what was meant to be something as easy as standing up was anything but simple. Instead, she collapsed onto the rock floor beneath her, wincing in agony as her flesh roughly impacted the stone surface. Motherfucker! she added, tilting her head back as more quick, frantic gasps passed her dry, parted lips. Think, think, think! If you don't do something, you'll die here! As much as the survival specialist hated to admit it, she knew that much was true. She had been without food, water, almost anything for days, possibly longer. Which implied the fact she had woken up at all was a miracle in itself. Her body continued to shudder as Anko slowly - painfully so - tried to turn herself onto her stomach. It wasn't an immediate response, but after some coaxing and more coercing, she got her wish. And as Anko succeeded in the change, she began to crawl, trying her damnedest to ignore the strengthening feeling of sheer embarrassment. If I ever find that son of a bitch, I will kill him myself! ... Or that was what she tried to convince herself of. One ... three ... five paces. That was as far as she got before her body caved in and she plopped back down again. Damnit! Anko muttered, bowing her head into her arms as she softly whimpered and growled. It was clear that this was going to take much more effort than she'd originally thought.