Anko's mask

Chapter 3: A Psychoanalyse analysis.

The roof was still there, her body didn't move even if she woke up, had a bad night was not good... Her bed was wet from sweat herself and nobody took care of her.

She felt unhappy, and for the first time in days she snuggled, didn't want to get up from bed and confront that world.

The fever had down but was in a sour mood, the nightmare full night was not a good adviser to her present mood, didn't sleep well.

She passed thinking about how she had been merizeded by her family, and world but was launched into a new place that only admired in her dreams, but now was her nightmare. She didn't want that.

She was not a heroine, didn't want to be it, she knew that everything ends well and give her best wish to Naturo with her deep heart.

Some tears fall on her cheeks, while she was trying to shut up her sobs, her dam had a fissure, and knew that if it fills up, it will be worse.

Letting off steam in silence was not the best, but it was that she had, she could feel her guardians out here and did not want to see more suspicious than she was... she must have cared.

When the minutes passed and the morning come, she had to manipulate her mood... she hadn't the humor but had to pretend.

Everybody could say that it must be great to stay in her position, that it must be good to change tragic destinies.

But she knew that everything has consequences, in addition, that it not guarantees that the solution or it is ending well, hadn't the right to play with a person's life because in this life they are as real as her, so in a bad way she got up and gathered up her bed, shaking her thoughts.

She had to change the bedsheets.

Dragged her feed to the bathroom for started her routine, had the same clothes that Anko used, but she didn't groan... Needed something more comfortable.

She looked in the mirror and asked herself again, why she? She had been an adult, had plans, why at that moment? She didn't want to be part of that story.

She had fragments of what was happening, only remember the key moments of the story, had always been bad with the names, wasn't feel special.

Shaken her hair and plaited it still wet, send with the landlady a pay for the laundry, she was grateful for all with her heart and went to the library.

She had time before she met with Yamanaka, went to the Intelligence Division was not her best idea to pass the day, but she was suspicious yet... Had a procedure to fulfill and didn't blame.

Later she must pass for the shinobi register for some papers that she filled in and firmed, the bureaucracy in every world was a nail in the ass.

She had permission until the process in which she was involved was completed, and the Intelligence boss probed her to do missions, still was not trusted to stranger's eyes, she wasn't blamed, they were paranoid, she denied treating to keep her mask... Now she was Anko.

Organized her day trying to have a routine, she mustn't be careless and that murder her, maybe train the katas that she remembered in the night and tried to jump between the roof, maybe copy the parkour movement that she remembers seeing before on the TV.

It didn't sound bad, felt strange confidence in her body and before the train.

She wanted to prove how to walk on the water, a light smile drew on her face... the mood was lifted a little.