The Secret Life of Anko

For a few moments Tsunade stares into your eyes without saying a word, her gaze boring into your own as if she is searching for something deep inside of your soul. Then, just as quickly as it begins Tsunade breaks the stare with a smile, her body leaning back as she takes a small sip of her saucer, “I would say that you’ll have your hands rather full…”

With a chuckle you shrug, one of your hands slowly running up and down Chimpette’s spine earning a soft mewling purr from the green furred and normally strong willed woman, “With all of the women I’ve had in the house so far I don’t think it’ll be too much of a problem.”

With a rather uncharacteristic snort Tsunade chuckles and shakes her head, “You think that now John-kun but you’ll see…if the other two are anything like Anko-chan then you’re in for a world of surprise.”

You can’t help but quirk your eyebrow, your head tilting slightly as Tsunade takes another sip from her saucer, “What do you mean Tsu-hime?”

The new nickname causes a slight blush to cross Tsunade’s cheeks but she continues on unabated, “Well for me to answer that John-kun you’d first have to understand Anko’s past and what made her the woman she is…”

With wide eyes and a sorrowful heart you listen as Tsunade tells you of Anko’s sensei, someone she affectionately refers to as the snake sucking bastard, and how he damaged her in ways that no normal human ever could, taking her trust and crushing it before her very eyes before stomping on whatever was left into oblivion. She also goes into how Anko was treated by the vast majority of the populace of her village and how, like a young ninja she calls the ‘brat’ she was ostracized and labeled things like ‘snake whore’ and ‘serpent bitch.’ With a deep and tired sigh Tsunade takes another small sip of her saucer before she speaks again, “So I hope with this you can understand John-kun, Anko-chan may seem very sexually open and mischievous she is a very lonely girl. Hell before you I can’t think of any man that ever approached her without intent to fuck her for the sake of fucking ‘the snake bitch.’”

While you seethe on the inside your face is one of total calm, a stone visage covering your rage as you softly speak, “I can assure you that as long as Anko-hime and the others love me I will love her along with each and every one of you with all of my heart and there is nothing that can change that…and Kami help anyone who so much as dares to hurt her or any of you…”

Your words seem to strike a chord with all of the women present, from a happily sighing and much more ‘snuggly’ Chimpette, to a deeply blushing and embarrassed looking Tsunade, to even a very happy and almost preening Unohana sitting at the head of the table. Yet, while she looks embarrassed Tsunade still finds room to crack a smile and softly chuckle, her eyes twinkling in merriment as she speaks again, “That is very noble and charming of your John-kun…but that wasn’t what I was warning you about.” Watching Tsunade’s grin widen as she speaks sends a slight chill down your spine and you can almost envision her twirling a devilish and clichéd evil moustache, “You see, Anko-chan has a LOT of things to make up for John-kun…since she hasn’t had a relationship or someone she has really cared about before you she is most likely going to try every single last thing she can think of to you. If the others are anything like that, which judging by Medusa-chan’s speech the idea itself wouldn’t be that far of a stretch.”

“Oh my,” Unohana speaks up with a soft and lyrical giggle, “I do believe I saw Anko-chan in the store the other day purchasing several lengths of rope and more than a few pieces of leather.”

“Eh heh…nice joke Unohana-chan,” you say, looking at the prim and proper woman with a hopeful gaze, something that comes crashing to the ground with her next words.

“I was certain you wouldn’t catch on John-kun but you are right, it was chains not leather…”