Scrunching up her nose and trying to squeeze her eyes shut against the bright sunlight, Anko groaned when faced with the fact that the cheerful birdsong wasn't so easily ignored. Irritation grew as she was forced to reckon with the waking world, the delightful haze of sleep falling away all too quickly.
But even as reality came pressing down upon her, the memories came fast and quick.
War.
Tracking.
Kabuto.
And then nothing.
Bolting up from her comfortable spot, Anko whirled about, looking this way and that, and feeling a sickening drop of her stomach as there was nothing familiar to suggest where she was. Senses primed and alert, she patted herself down, more than a little confused with the lack of any injuries, but far more so with the unfamiliar weight to her back. Twisting and turning, she tried to make out the anomaly, her eyes widening almost comically at the sight of feathers of all things!
"What the hell?!"
Seeking fingers stopped almost as quickly as they started when a sharp bite of pain came from the tentative tugging.
This...had to be someone's sick idea of a joke, right?
Well, she sure as hell wasn't laughing. And neither would the culprit be once she got her hands on them.
The vivid mental imagery of the unknown's torture and demise soothed her as she returned to the business of trying to figure out just where in the hell she was, and even better yet, how she got there.
So many unanswered questions, with no immediate answers in sight. It was a puzzle to be solved, and solve it she would. Wings and all.
And the silent promise that she made with herself, standing right there in the middle of nowhere, that there was someone who was going to have an up front and personal introduction with the business end of her fist.
Anko Mitarashi | Naruto | Reserved - Pt. 3
First Person: Q&A if you please!
Third Person:
Birds.
Scrunching up her nose and trying to squeeze her eyes shut against the bright sunlight, Anko groaned when faced with the fact that the cheerful birdsong wasn't so easily ignored. Irritation grew as she was forced to reckon with the waking world, the delightful haze of sleep falling away all too quickly.
But even as reality came pressing down upon her, the memories came fast and quick.
War.
Tracking.
Kabuto.
And then nothing.
Bolting up from her comfortable spot, Anko whirled about, looking this way and that, and feeling a sickening drop of her stomach as there was nothing familiar to suggest where she was. Senses primed and alert, she patted herself down, more than a little confused with the lack of any injuries, but far more so with the unfamiliar weight to her back. Twisting and turning, she tried to make out the anomaly, her eyes widening almost comically at the sight of feathers of all things!
"What the hell?!"
Seeking fingers stopped almost as quickly as they started when a sharp bite of pain came from the tentative tugging.
This...had to be someone's sick idea of a joke, right?
Well, she sure as hell wasn't laughing. And neither would the culprit be once she got her hands on them.
The vivid mental imagery of the unknown's torture and demise soothed her as she returned to the business of trying to figure out just where in the hell she was, and even better yet, how she got there.
So many unanswered questions, with no immediate answers in sight. It was a puzzle to be solved, and solve it she would. Wings and all.
And the silent promise that she made with herself, standing right there in the middle of nowhere, that there was someone who was going to have an up front and personal introduction with the business end of her fist.
Now that was something worth being woken up for.