The moon was cold, fat and yellow as an old bruise, casting long shadows across the Konoha bench where a scene of tragic betrayal was supposed to be unfolding. And it was, right on script.
Sasuke Uchiha gently lowered the unconscious form of Sakura Haruno onto the wooden slats. His expression was unreadable, a mask of cool resolve over a churning sea of ambition and desperation.
"Sorry, Sakura," he murmured, the words tasting like ash. "But I have to do this alone."
He turned, his back to her, the weight of his decision settling on his shoulders. This was it. The point of no return. He took one step, then two, towards the village gates and the path to Orochimaru.
Pop.
A puff of smoke, subtle but unmistakable, dissipated behind him. Sasuke froze, every instinct screaming. The chakra signature he'd felt just a moment ago—Sakura's familiar, gentle flicker—had vanished, replaced by something wild, sharp, and dangerously unhinged.
Before he could even fully turn, a figure closed the distance with the speed of a striking viper. An arm snaked around his chest, locking him in a hold that was both intimate and immobilizing.
Sasuke went rigid. "...What."
A voice, husky and laced with a dark amusement, whispered directly into his ear. "At least you put her down gently. Maybe you're worth saving after all, emo boy."
Sasuke knew this voice, he could picture it as turning his head was just impossible—Anko Mitarashi, the snake lady herself.
Sasuke's mind raced, but his body was a half-second too slow. He tried to twist, to throw her off, but her grip was like iron. He felt her head dip, and then she dove biting at his neck, a sharp, piercing pain bloomed on the side of his neck. A searing heat spread from the point of contact, dark, inky seals snaking across his skin like malevolent tattoos. The world swam, his chakra system screaming in protest before going utterly, terrifyingly silent.
Everything faded to black.
All he heard was a feminine laughter.
Somewhere on a tree a spider went up in smoke.
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Consciousness to Sasuke returned in pieces.
First: the rough scrape of rope against his wrists. He was tied to something—a tree, judging by the bark digging into his spine.
Second: the complete and total absence of his chakra. It was like someone had reached inside him and flipped a switch. He could feel it, locked away behind walls that weren't his, but reaching for it was like trying to grab smoke.
Third: the sound of chewing. the unpleasant sensation of rough bark against his back and the distinct lack of chakra in his veins. He groaned, his vision blurry. He was tied, thoroughly and expertly, to a large tree near the main gates.
A rhythmic munch, munch, munch sound drew his attention. Anko was squatting a few feet away, working her way through a stick of dango with single-minded focus.
"You know," she said around a mouthful of sweet rice, "for an elite Uchiha prodigy, you sure are dumb. Girl confesses, cries, begs—and you knock her out. Classy, in a messed-up, respectable sort of way. I'll give you that."
Sasuke tested his bonds. Nothing. He was trapped. "Where," Sasuke ground out, each word a separate effort, "is Sakura?"
Anko pointed her dango stick casually towards a large, municipal green trash can positioned incongruously near the gate. "In that trash can."
Sakura's legs are sticking out of a trash bin. Occasionally, a muffled "Sasuke-kun~" echoes from inside.
Sasuke's eyes, which had been narrowed in anger, widened in pure, unadulterated disbelief. "You— what?"
He followed her gesture. There, unmistakably, were two legs clad in red fabric, sticking straight up out of the bin. A muffled, dreamy sigh echoed from within. "Sasuke-kun~" as if on cue this one was actually louder.
"Trash wanted to follow you to Orochimaru," Anko explained, taking another bite. "So I just helped her skip a few steps. You're lucky I didn't seal you in there with her. Also, I might have given her a little something to induce lucid dreams." She shuddered theatrically. "And I regret it. Damn, that woman is down bad. Moaning your name like a bitch in heat even while zonked."
"Why —" Sasuke asked.
"Relax you shouldn't talk with that seal on you, she's fine. Probably having nice dreams." Anko licked sugar off her thumb. "The thing I might've given her to help with the whole 'the boy I love just knocked me out and defected' trauma. May or may not be . Very experimental. Very illegal." She grinned. "But it's definitely very effective, judging by the noises she's making."
Another "Sasuke-kun~" floated from the trash can. This one was... breathier.
Sasuke ignored that, pouring all his remaining willpower into a futile attempt to access his chakra. Nothing stirred.
"Oh, don't bother," Anko said, standing and dusting off her hands. "I bit you. Chakra's locked up tighter than a scroll in the Hokage's underwear drawer. You can't emo your way out of this one"
She leaned in close, her scent—sweat, dango, and something feral—filling his nostrils. Sasuke's stomach twisted, a rare flicker of horror in his dark eyes.
She continued unbothered"Unless you can copy a certain exotic dancer with that sharingan." She said holding a pamphlet which had someone in way too less modest clothing a contrasting pose and expression his face was gloomy yet his body showed an energetic and very explicit pose.
'What the hell is wrong with this woman' was Sasuke's facial expression as he blanched.
She cracked her knuckles, a predatory smirk spreading across her face as she loomed over him.
"Now then, since you're so desperate to chase snakes… you're gonna do it under my supervision. Got it, emo boy?"
Before he could retort, she hoisted him over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes. The last thing he saw was the horrified look on his own face reflected in a puddle as she carried him away.
"Maybe we can beat the edge out of you before breakfast, though I hope not, it'd be a shame to lose one of the few pretty emos in the world. Curse you Itachi you robbed us of our eye candies." she mused aloud.
"Sakura…" Sasuke managed, the word muffled against the back of her neck.
Anko laughed because of Sasuke's mouth being at her neck when he said it.
"Wouldn't touch her right now if I were you. I smell something… familiar. The drug should wear off by morning. Let her stew in her own thirsty dreams a bit longer."
"SA~AAA~~~SU~~~~KE~~~~~~~~~AHHHHHHHH!" they both heard from the trash can.
Anko went through some hand sgins"Yin release : Hell viewing technique"
The effect was instant Sasuke went slack.
In Sasuke's mind :
Anko's stride was purposeful, her shoulder digging into Sasuke's gut like a battering ram as she hauled him through the moonlit woods beyond Konoha's gates. The night air whipped past, carrying faint echoes of Sakura's delirious wails—"Sasuke-kun! Harder! Yes!"—fading into absurdity. Sasuke's face burned against Anko's trench coat, the fabric reeking of dango glaze and that primal snake-musk that made his Sharingan eye twitch in suppressed revulsion.
"Put... me... down," he snarled, voice vibrating against her spine. His arms dangled uselessly, fingers brushing the curve of her ass—pure accident, but she chuckled low and throaty, like she'd planned it.
"Oh, emo boy, you're feisty when you're helpless. I like that." She shifted him higher, one hand clamping possessively on his thigh, fingers digging in just enough to bruise. "Bet you've never been carried like luggage before. Itachi probably just teleported your ass into nightmares."
Sasuke's mind reeled—chakra sealed, body limp as a genin's first hangover. The bite mark on his neck throbbed, those cursed seals pulsing like living tattoos, mocking his Uchiha pride. He twisted his head, catching glimpses of her wild purple hair swaying. "You're insane. The Hokage will—"
"Hokage?" Anko barked a laugh, veering off the path into denser underbrush. "That old prune's too busy knitting scarves for her grandkids. Besides, I'm doing the village a favor. Can't have you slithering off to that pedo-snake Orochimar." She slapped his ass hard—crack echoing like a whip—drawing a grunt from him. "This is intervention, pretty boy. My-style."
They burst into a clearing, where a ramshackle cabin squatted under camouflage vines, snakes coiled lazily on the porch like guard dogs. Anko dumped him unceremoniously onto a worn futon inside, the room lit by flickering lantern light. Shelves groaned under jars of wriggling specimens, dango wrappers, and kunai etched with fuinjutsu seals. She loomed over him, hands on hips, her coat parting to reveal fishnets straining over toned thighs and a crop top that left little to the imagination.
Sasuke glared up, ropes biting into his wrists and ankles, spread-eagled for maximum humiliation. "Untie me. Now."
Anko crouched, her face inches from his, breath hot and sweet. "Nah. First lesson Emos don't run. They submit." She traced a nail down his chest, slicing his shirt open with casual precision, exposing pale skin marked by the encroaching seals. Her eyes gleamed, pupils slitting like a viper's. "Orochimaru wants your body? Fine. But I call first dibs. I'll Train you to crave the bite instead of the blade."
He bucked against the bonds, muscles straining futilely. "Touch me and—"
She silenced him with a finger to his lips, then leaned in, fangs grazing his jaw—not biting, just promising. "Shh. Save the tsundere bullshit for fangirls. You're mine tonight." A summon hissed from the shadows—a sleek black serpent slithering up his leg, cool scales teasing his inner thigh. Anko grinned wider. "Meet my pet. He likes prodigies. Especially when they're hard and hating it."
Sasuke's breath hitched, Head spinning wildly despite the seal's grip. Horror? Rage? Something darker stirred low in his gut. Anko noticed, her hand dipping lower, palming his crotch through his pants with shameless expertise. "See? Body knows. Now, beg nicely, or the snake gets curious about that Uchiha cock or maybe that hole." Anko laughed.
"If you thought Kakashi's thousand years of pain is bad, I bet you that snake will make you wish you had been on the receiving end of that for a thousand years."Anko's hand squeezed Sasuke's hardening cock through his pants, her eyes gleaming with sadistic delight as she whispered demands.
"Bet that Sharingan can't copy this kinda fire, huh?" she purred, her grip tightening rhythmically, thumb circling the thickening bulge like she owned it—which, for now, she fucking did. The black serpent summon slithered higher, forked tongue flicking against the fabric seam of his thigh, cool and insistent, tasting the heat radiating from his groin. Sasuke's hips jerked involuntarily, a traitorous throb betraying his snarls.
"Fuck you," he spat, voice cracking despite the venom, cheeks flushing under those cursed seals that spiderwebbed his collarbone. His cock twitched harder under her palm, straining against the confines, the outline obscene and undeniable. Pride warred with the raw, animal pull low in his belly—Uchiha don't beg, but bodies don't listen well.
Anko laughed, throaty and victorious, popping the button on his pants with a flick of her nail. "Wrong answer, it's fuck me~, emo. Snakes don't beg—they take." She yanked his pants down to his knees.
Outside, a final, garbled "SASUKE-KUUUN!" pierced the night from the distant trash bin, but here, in the den of the snake mistress, Sasuke's world narrowed to her feral smirk and the unyielding heat building against his will.
Sasuke screamed his Sharingan trying it's best to spun to life in a blaze of crimson— glitching and then dying out again into onyx orbs, Sasuke felt the foreign chakra—Anko's no doubt leave his as the world seemed to shatter . The cabin, the snake, the throbbing humiliation—it all dissolved into the stark reality of the interrogation room.
Cold metal chair biting into his ass, ropes cinched tight around wrists and ankles, those fucking seals still pulsing on his neck like a bad unwanted tattoos the fact that those seals were too much like brands hurt his soul more than anything. No chakra flow, just impotent rage boiling in his veins.
and he awoke tried to a chair. And he wasn't alone Anko was there looking too pleased.
His mind accounted for everything and figured. Locked on the right answer Genjutsu.
The interrogation room was small, windowless, and smelled faintly of antiseptic and despair. Sasuke sat bound to the chair in the center, arms crossed, Sharingan off but annoyance on full display. The seals on his neck throbbed occasionally, a reminder that his chakra was still locked down tight and his vulnerability — he was at her mercy.
Anko lounged against the wall opposite, arms crossed under her assets, that predatory smirk plastered on her face like she'd won the goddamn lottery. Her trench coat hung open, mesh armour on display riding high on thighs that screamed "dangerous fuck," and she twirled a dango stick between her fingers like a cigarette. "Took you long enough so I had to end the genjutsu myself not much without that eye of yours ?, emo boy. Sharingan's got its uses, huh? But that was just the appetizer. Welcome to the real fun." And then she vanished in a burst of speed.
Reappearing across the table, Anko leaned against the wall, sipping tea and looking way too pleased with herself.
"See that's the trailer of the stuff I can do to those who want to go and enlist in Orochimaru's freak circus."Anko said way too close to his body.
Sasuke tried not to flinch and maintain his usual cool. Staring blankly at her.
"Look at me like that more , you might fall in love with me honey."Anko said with a smile which was too innocent to belong on her face.
"Doubt it, I have standards."Sasuke scoffed.
"Is that why you were going to Orochimaru's? Are you perhaps a homosexual? Or did they have a woman who fits your standards?"Anko asked as she took a seat on him.
"Oh, never mind... you're definitely not just homosexual might actually be bisexual, cuz clearly you have blood flowing in the right place at the right time."She turned around facing him—showing remarkable flexibility.
"You know a part of me, the not so family friendly one wants you to keep being uncooperative, you have insane fucktoy potential, no wonder Orochimaru wants a piece of you."Anko nonchalantly.
Sasuke shuttered. His eyes went wide,just fractionally as he finally looked around the room—Konoha's Security & Intelligence – Interrogation Room was filled with many things Ibiki and Anko considered 'toys' though Sasuke had a different opinion on it.
"Yeah I wish I could use these toys on you buddy, but you know how much village needs it's emo clan back," she leaned in shifting forward her opaque form fitting mesh armour pressing into his body Sasuke was realising it was a bad idea to not have worn full length mesh armour pants.
"But keep your mouth shut. And you'll find out the plans I have for you would make you wish I had used these instead."Anko said, looking at the "toys" Sasuke was staring at.
Sasuke just stared at her blankly.
"Like You know, I could literally call in the very sexually frustrated female Ninjas of the leaf to use you like a government mandated sex toy. Thanks to your looks I bet that pink haired girl would love to get 5 minutes alone with you like this, and perhaps Ino too."Anko's thighs clamped down like a vice around Sasuke's hips.
"Get…off me" Sasuke growled, his eyes glitching between his onyx and sharingan eyes.
"Hmmm growl more little bird the serpent queen's got you good now, what else can you even do."Her hands fisted his shirt, ripping it open fully to expose his chest, which was covered in the same opaque mesh armour.
'There's no way she would' Sasuke thought , after all she wouldn't dare she was a leaf nin too after all.
Anko's hand rested on the neck of his armour. And with a smile and "let's see what's so special about your body that everyone wants a piece of you"She pulled the mesh armour (Kusari katabira) , gave away under her strength. Revealing bare chest.
Sasuke's struggles increased as she tore off the remaining clothes and armour off his torso.
She let her hands roam his exposed body nails raking red trails down to his navel while the cursed seal pulsed hotter, amplifying every unwanted spark of pleasure.
Sasuke's jaw clenched, breaths coming in sharp hisses, but his body betrayed him fully.
"Now if you don't want this.. better cooperate now."Anko said, her voice flat.
Sasuke's mind spun 'why is she asking me over and over? Like she wouldn't rape me after cooperation there has to be something wait she's recording this! She's literally taking my consent'
Sasuke swallowed his pride."fine I'll talk"
"Oh come on I didn't even get to the main part, you sure about being straight?."Anko said disappointed.
"I'm straight, not stupid." Sasuke said, his voice slightly shaky.
Anko laughed good Naturedly.
"So." She propped her feet on the coffee table between them. "Let's start with the basics. What did the Sound Four tell you? What did they promise?"
Sasuke's jaw tightened. "Why should I tell you anything?"
"Because I'm the only thing standing between you and a cell in T&I where Ibiki will get very creative with your orifices." She smiled, pleasant as poison. "And because I'm the only person in this village who knows what Orochimaru actually is. Not what the bingo books say. Not what the rumors say. What he is."
Silence stretched between them.
Sasuke's Sharingan was dormant, useless without chakra to fuel it, but his memory was still perfect. He remembered every word the Sound Four had spoken, every promise they'd made, every detail they'd let slip.
"They were going to unlock another level to the curse on my neck I've seen what it could do...the power from this thing as incomplete as it is was intoxicating and overwhelming."He paused, something uncomfortable twisting in his chest. "They said he saw potential in me."
Anko's expression went very, very still.
"Potential," she repeated. "Is that what they called it?"
"What else would they call it?"
She didn't answer immediately. Instead, she stood, walked to a cabinet, and pulled out a bottle of sake. Poured herself a generous measure. Didn't offer him any.
"Orochimaru's body transfer technique," she said, staring into the amber liquid. "The Fushi Tensei. It lets him move his soul from one body to another. Every few years, he needs a new container. Someone young. Strong. With a bloodline he can use." She took a long drink. "He's been hunting Sharingan users since he left the village. You showing up on his doorstep—at this time where we are certain he needs another body, would be like his birthday gift wrapped in one pretty package."she sighed.
"You're lucky you know that? You weren't gonna be train the moment you'd in his grip he'd be in you wearing Your body."
Sasuke's could've had hands curled into fists but the finger cuffs prevented that. "He promised to make me strong enough to kill Itachi."
"And he would've. Eventually. After he'd used your body until it started breaking down, taken everything he could from your eyes, and thrown away what was left." She set down the sake cup with more force than necessary. "The people who came here to recruit you. Tell me about them."
Sasuke catalogued the information like weapons being laid out on a table. "Jirōbō is a large, tall, and heavyset acting as the muscle of the Sound Four. He has fair skin, slanted orange eyes, and distinct orange hair styled in three tufts—a central mohawk and two side tufts. He wears a sleeveless beige tunic, black arm-warmers, and a beaded necklace. Uses Earth Release. Physically the strongest. Slow, but his chakra absorption technique makes him dangerous in close quarters."
Anko nodded, filing it away. Thinking 'a lot like evil chōji not gonna lie'
"Kidomaru. he is a dark-skinned shinobi with black, shaggy hair tied into a ponytail and black eyes. He was the second-tallest member of the team and has Uniquely, Kidōmaru also had six arms and an eye on his forehead that was usually closed and concealed under his black Otogakure forehead protector Spider summons. Long-range specialist. His webs are almost unbreakable, and his golden armor makes him nearly invulnerable from the front."
"Nearly?"
"His abdomen. The armor doesn't cover it completely. But I don't know if he did that on purpose he minds me a lot of Shikamaru."
'more like Evil Shikamaru' Anko thought.
Anko's smile sharpened. "Good. Keep going."
"Sakon and Ukon are conjoined twin brothers they have fair skin, straight dark blueish-grey hair with long bangs covering opposite eyes, and green lipstick. Usually, Ukon resides inside Sakon's body, with his head protruding from the back of Sakon's neck. i don't know what clan really. They have a kekkei genkai that lets them merge with other bodies at the cellular level. One brother hosts the other inside him. They can... take over people. From the inside."
"Tayuya. Genjutsu specialist the only kunoichi of the Sound Four known for her long, untamed pink, brown eyes, and often impudent, mocking expression. She wears a black hat with white bandage-wrapped sides, a black top under a tan tunic, and is typically equipped with a demonic flute. Uses a flute to control her summons—three giant creatures called the Doki. Her genjutsu is auditory. She doesn't need eye contact."
Anko leaned back, processing. Cataloging—it matched the descriptions of Orochimaru's elite guard , "So Orochimaru sent his elite guard after you. Four special jounin-level assets, one to cover each of the weaknesses in his usual approach. He wanted you badly."
"Alright, emo boy, let's recap," Anko began, her tone deceptively light. "So, four weirdos in what can only be described as gothic and gay pajamas promised to drag you halfway to Rice Country for a snake convention. You were just going to hand yourself over to a seventy-something-year-old man who sheds his skin like a used tissue, and not once did it occur to you that they might just take your DNA, clone you, and toss the original in a ditch once they were done? Pretty boys like you aren't exactly common, you know. Anything else I should be aware of?"
Sasuke's reply was a flat, icy, "No."
"Let me clear this one more time to you, He offered you a cage." Her voice was flat. "A pretty cage with a nice view and a promise of revenge. But a cage all the same." She stood, pacing the small room. "How much do you know about what Orochimaru does to his test subjects?"
Sasuke's stomach clenched. He'd read the files. He'd known, on some level, what he was walking into. But hearing it from someone who'd lived it...
"He experiments," Sasuke said carefully. "Curse marks. Body modification. Bloodline extraction."
"Mm." Anko pulled down the collar of her mesh shirt, revealing the edge of the curse mark on her shoulder. "This was his first. Well. His first success. The ones before me died. There were a lot of them. Children. Genin. People no one would miss." She let the shirt fall back into place. "He wanted to see how far he could push the human body before it broke. How much he could change it. How much he could take."
Sasuke said nothing.
"He would have taken your body first. Probably fucked a lot of women with your body to produce future vessels. Can't have the Uchiha bloodline disappear with you, after all." She picked up her sake again, didn't drink. "Or perhaps your blood. Samples for cloning. Muscle tissue. Nerve tissue. Whatever he could harvest while keeping you alive enough to use."
"That's not—"
"That's exactly what he does." Her voice cracked like a whip. "You think I don't know? You think I didn't see it? The tanks in his labs, filled with bodies that used to be people. The ones who screamed when he started cutting. The ones who stopped screaming because he'd cut something important."
She was shaking, Sasuke realized. Just slightly. The kind of tremor that came from memories too deep to bury.
"He's not a man but a monster. He'd probably use your fan girls from this village too, he doesn't have morals buddy." She sighed "You think revenge is worth that?" she asked, quieter now. "You think killing your brother is worth becoming a science experiment? Worth letting Orochimaru take everything you are and turn it into something that's not even human anymore?"
Sasuke's nails bit into his palms. "Itachi killed our clan. All of them. My parents. My friends. Everyone. While I watched. While he made me watch. Over and over again."
He didn't realize he was trying to stand until the ropes bit him, Anko was still on him, close enough to see the way her eyes softened she pressed him back down.
"I know," she said. "I know what loss does. What hate does. I know how it feels to burn with it, to think that nothing else matters, that you'd do anything, be anything, as long as it gets you closer to the person who took everything from you." She reached forward, and for a moment he thought she was going to hit him. Instead, she pressed a finger to the center of his chest, right over his heart. "But you're not empty, Sasuke. You didn't kill Sakura when she got in your way. You put her down gently, made sure she was safe, even though it cost you your chance to run. That's not hate. That's something else."
"It's weakness."
"For Orochimaru for humans... It's humanity." She stepped back. "And it's the only thing that's going to save you from ending up like him or your brother."
They stood in silence, the weight of her words settling between them like stones in still water.
"The Sound Four," Sasuke said finally. "They mentioned a hideout. Somewhere in Rice Country. A base called... the village hidden in sound. They were supposed to take me there fast. Orochimaru wanted to... test me. Before training me I suppose it was the transfer."
Anko's eyes sharpened. "The sound village, I know it. Old border crossing, abandoned by shinobis about fifteen years ago then suddenly a ninja village pops out. Lots of tunnels underneath and many clans, we suspect old ROOT facilities too." She pulled out a scroll from somewhere, started scribbling notes. "What else? Defenses? Patrol routes? Anything they let slip about Orochimaru's condition?"
Sasuke closed his eyes, forcing his memory to yield up every detail. "Kidomaru said Orochimaru was dying to meet me, That they Four were on a tight schedule other guards weren't enough. Tayuya mentioned a deadline—something about needing a new vessel before the end of the day."
Anko's writing grew more frantic. "That's why they were so aggressive. They're desperate. Orochimaru's dying faster than they planned."
"It's literally the best time to kill that snake once and for all."
"Jirobo said they had other candidates. I'm guessing Backups. But I was the primary target."
Anko snorted. "Flattering."
"I didn't ask for it."
"You walked right into it." She capped her ink bottle, rolled up the scroll. "But you're not walking into it now." She looked at him, and for the first time, there was something like respect in her expression. "You gave me good intel, Uchiha. Solid. Specific. Useful. That's more than most defectors would've offered."
Sasuke's jaw tightened. "I'm not a defector."
"You tried to be." She tossed the scroll onto the table. "And thus you are one the right now. And that's going to matter, when you wake up tomorrow and realize what you did."
"I know what I almost did."
"Do you?" She crossed her arms, leaning against the counter. "You almost threw away your team. Your village. Your future. For a man who would've used you up and thrown you away like a spent cartridge. You almost became the weapon he wanted you to be. Cold. Empty. Just another tool for his collection."
Sasuke's hands were shaking now. He couldn't tell if it was rage or something else. "You don't get to judge me. You don't know what it's like to live in that house. To walk through those halls every day and see the blood that won't wash out, the scratches on the walls from the ones who tried to run—"
"I don't know?" Anko's voice went quiet again. Dangerously quiet. "I don't know what it's like to wake up in a room that used to be full of people you loved, except they're not there anymore because someone took them? I don't know what it's like to have a monster living inside your head, telling you that you're worthless, that you're nothing, that the only way to matter is to become just like them?"
She pulled down her collar again, revealing the full spread of the curse mark. In the light, it seemed to pulse, black tendrils reaching toward her throat. "Listen here you little shit I don't even that seal to suppress this poison because of how experimental this is."she pulled him back his neck.
"I was twelve when he put this on me," she said. "Twelve years old, and I worshipped him since before he took me as his student even after all my teammates became chunin and left him I was by his side. Thought he was the smartest, strongest, most incredible person I'd ever met most of all he was my idol my teacher after my parents died he was my parent. He told me I was special. That I had potential. That if I just let him help me, let him improve me, I could be great." Her laugh was bitter, hollow. "Sounds familiar?"
Sasuke looked away Itachi's face and his memories before he went all psychopath and killed all that he cared for flashed in his mind.
"He used me The same way he will use you. The difference is, someone pulled you out before it was too late. The Third Hokage. He didn't come for me, I spent the next five years making sure I knew I wasn't just... broken goods." She let her collar fall back. "I didn't have an Anko. You have me. And I'm not as patient as the old man was with his star student." Her voice went quiet. Hard. "I was his student unlike you I've known him for way longer, buddy."
Sasuke's eyes widened, just fractionally. Kakashi's words before he met sound four ringed in his ears.
Anko saw it. Grinned without humor. "Yeah. Surprise. Your future sensei's favorite experiment, sitting right here. And look how well I turned out." She spread her arms, inviting him to look at her—the mesh, the coat, the wild hair, the shadows in her eyes that spoke of nightmares she'd never outrun. "You want this? Want to end up like me?"
"He promised me power to kill Itachi."Sasuke said.
"Obviously, riddle me, how would you become stronger than Itachi by being under someone who's weaker than him?, why do you think he's not in Itachi's body yet ? Like unless he couldn't or he just has a taste for young boys and considers Itachi as expired goods" Anko asked smiling.
"I was gonna kill him too, sure he's a sannin but not an Uchiha only an Uchiha can kill another Uchiha, Itachi proved so,it is my destiny to avenge my clan, my people even if it wasn't I'd make it happen."Sasuke said his the pain of the seal making every word a chore.
"By that logic I should go and kill Itachi then." Anko said very nonchalant.
"You wouldn't dare. He's my kill."
"Then tell me, why are you trying to kill the guy I wanna kill , is my revenge not important?."
"Hmph."
"See how your logic folds ?."Anko chuckled.
"I mean it would be my kind of romance not gonna lie I kill your headache while you do that to my and then we have very graphic and hot sex on their dead bodies. Just gotta get you to defect and be back on konoha's side." Anko said her eyes were sparkling with something.
"You were loyal to your revenge more then the village don't you see a problem in that?" Anko's words hung in the air like the smoke from her last dango stick, thick and impossible to ignore. She was still perched on his lap—thighs clamped tight, mesh-clad hips rocking just enough to keep his traitorous body paying attention—her face inches from his, purple hair tickling his cheek.
The interrogation room's single bulb buzzed overhead, casting harsh shadows across the cursed seal still throbbing on Sasuke's neck.
Sasuke's jaw worked, the muscle jumping under pale skin. His voice came out low, edged with every ounce of Uchiha pride he had left.
"Revenge is the village," he bit out. "Itachi slaughtered Konoha's legacy. My legacy. If the village can't protect its own a clan which was one of it's founding's, then loyalty to it is just another cage. I'm not going to sit here and pretend the Hokage's speeches fix that."
Anko tilted her head, slow and serpentine. Her grin widened, fangs glinting. "Cute. Real emo-poetry hours. But here's the thing, pretty boy—" She leaned in until her breath ghosted his lips. "You're not the first genius who thought revenge was the only path worth walking. Orochimaru fed many the same line. 'The village betrayed you, Sasuke. They let your team die. They're weak. Come with me and we'll burn it all down.' Sound familiar?"
She dragged a nail down his bare neck, tracing the edge of the seal like she was mapping territory she already owned. Sasuke's breath stuttered despite himself; the cursed mark flared hot under her touch, sending unwanted sparks straight south.
"I bought it, something similar atleast," she continued, voice dropping to that husky purr that made his stomach twist. "Hook, line, and sinker. Woke up one day with this thing eating me alive , stripped nude on hands and legs bound to a lab table and realized I'd traded one monster for another. You wanna know the difference between me and you right now?"
Sasuke's crimson-and-onyx eyes flickered, Sharingan glitching uselessly against the seal. "Enlighten me."
"You still have people who give a shit." Anko's hand slid lower, palm flattening over the hard ridge straining against the remnants of his torn pants— courtesy of the mesh armour being full body—wear his clothes were at least.
She squeezed once—slow, deliberate—watching his hips jerk before he could stop them. "Sakura's probably still moaning your name in that trash can because she'd rather die than let you go. Naruto would scream until his lungs gave out. Kakashi… well, he'd give you that disappointed eye-smile and then probably kick your ass into next week. Me? I had nobody. So I stayed in the empty snake pit until I dragged myself out. Sure I was lucky the third didn't use me like a scapegoat but then again he probably did because he knew he'd never be able to kill Orochimaru—his star student."