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(This is a Mitarashi Anko RP journal for the majutsu_shi community.)

Equal rights in conversation?
"Loudmouthed bitch."

About eight years before Leader-sama became king, a few miles outside of Konoha, a storm raged. The upcoming winter air blew through the night chilling the air and turning the rain into frozen needles. A woman wandered alone through the forests on the very early morning of October 24.

Tired of voluntary work?
"Selfish bitch."

That morning, Mitarashi Anko was born and named. What else happened that day is unknown as is what happened to the woman or whatever father might have existed. All of Anko’s first memories are of the orphanage she had been left at that day.

Intellectual argument?
"Smart-assed bitch."

The headmaster that looked over all of the children there had been harsh and cruel. Food was scarce, illness common, and life was just generally bad. By the time Anko was four years old, she was tough as bricks and as clever as a fox. And at the age of five, she and a bunch of older kids ran away from the orphanage to find a “better life”. They ended up finding a man by the name of Orochimaru.

Justifiable complaint?
"Trouble-making bitch."

He took them in, fed them, and typically treated them right. He began to teach them in the way of his magic. Then, some of the kids began to disappear… Anko never thought anything of it, especially since Orochimaru always told her that she was his prized pupil and she had great potential. She was special. She was strong. She believed him more than anything.

Embrace the spiritual?
"Irrational bitch."

On her eleventh birthday, Orochimaru gave her a “gift” in the form of a cursed seal. It was to make her stronger, so he said. And it did, after a week of near-death fever and illness. It was after she had recovered that Orochimaru told her a ‘little secret’.

Work hard for advancement?
"Competitive bitch."

The other children—the ones she had run away with from the orphanage—now all of them gone by mysterious means—had died from that very seal. The illness she had survived through had killed them just as easily, and the fact that she was still alive meant that she was strong. She was special. She had potential.

Cry when you're sad?
"Over-emotional bitch."

She was afraid.

Confront the past with therapy?
"Neurotic bitch."

Suddenly, Orochimaru did not seem like her savior anymore. He had raised her and taken care of her in her time of need, and these traitorous thoughts drove her mad with guilt. So, she kept them to herself. She buried them deep within her mind. She remained quiet and faithful. That was, until she turned thirteen.

Admit ignorance?
"Stupid bitch."

Her thoughts became more radical as she grew, and Orochimaru eventually saw through her, saw through her fear. And it was then that Anko, in a flurry of fear and mostly confusion, fled south and ran into a group of wandering people who took her in. They were weary of her lack of a past, of her sudden appearance, but they pushed that aside to make sure she was safe.

Say it's unfair?
"Complaining bitch."

She never spoke of the orphanage.

Don't want 'looking after'?
"Ungrateful bitch."

She never spoke of the other children.

A poem about a sleazebag?
"Man-hating bitch."

She never spoke of Orochimaru.

Pissed off at injustice?
"Aggressive bitch."

She never spoke of the Sound.

Stand up to backstabber?
"Nasty bitch."

She never spoke of anything before the time she was thirteen.

Political power?
"Unfeminine bitch."

As far as Anko was concerned, the first thirteen years of her life did not exist even as the cursed seal burned dangerously on the back of her neck. She trained and fought alongside the Rebellion even though she had no affiliation with Konoha. It was a convenience; it gave her a place to stay; it worked. And all the while, she waited for a chance to meet up with Orochimaru again—either to kill him or rejoin him. Which one, even she did not know.

My favourite coffee cup?
"Life's a bitch
and so
am I."

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