Anko's mask

Chapter 5: The proof

The now Anko felt so small when she entered the main house of the head of the clan, making her remember to her misfortune the position she was in, she was just a humble peasant with a 4x4 department, she was not complaining, just that life wasn't fair.

Although better alone than living within a clan like the Uchiha or Hyūga, she wasn't challenging fate, because then she could end up inside the body of someone from those clans, she didn't want to push her luck, she took a long sigh to return to reality.

She has to prepare herself to be watched by the best strategist in the world Naruto, an intimidating man behind a lazy mask, of all the clans. This one would make it difficult for her to fool... the Nara.

She swallowed her nervousness to be able to pretend more, sinking into her lie of being the girl she possessed, focusing on following the escort that guides her to her destination, she needed a distractor to calm down, so she looked around.

Her designer self told her that it had an elegant structure, even the paper door had an interesting air, with slight textures that anyone would not notice, but she, being more visual, caught her attention.

Eventing under the same flag, the tradition did not go out of style and in Konoha, there was a lot of abundances, from the lightest peasant and now even among the clans, with slight hints of modernity.

She remembered the feudal houses in the Japanese documentaries that she watched from time to time on National Geographic or the History Channel, she missed the leisure season without having to take care of making a wrong move, being watched since she left the hospital was tiring, but I try not to think too much about it.

She hoped to return soon, he wanted her home, her family, her body and above all her privacy.

The house turned out to be surprisingly large, she could see a large porch with a lake in the middle with a direct view of the forest that was said to be Nara's property, another turn, and he came to a room with two wide doors.

There the escort stopped to open it, bowing respectfully. She did the same awkwardly, but keeping herself well positioned, manners were not her thing, neither for Alba nor for Anko, but she tried.

—Good morning Anko-chan, I thought you would take longer- the thick voice of the head of the Nara clan called her further inside, going confidently to the required place, she had to do it, to keep Anko well if she returned home.

"He didn't have much to do and since he said he needed someone to help him" he shrugged with false security to look back at him with a smile, optimism in dark moments could do wonders for her mind right now, forgetting her depression (or lack thereof) to get on with whatever was thrown at her.

Little Anko, for her family, didn't want to know if dying was bad in this borrowed life.

—You could say- the man lowered the papers resting her hands on the desk, the door closed behind her leaving her alone with the best, her thoughts were racing to 1,000, and she was sure her hands were sweating, or maybe it was her imagination.

She didn't want to find out.

If she ran away, would they chase her? She wondered absently trying not to look too far past the male figure in front of her. The window never looked so tempting as it does right now for poor Anko usurper, she wanted to run.

Her damn responsibility stopped her from trying again her skills and lock to run away.

—Well, I guess I'll help you with your stationery-. Instinctively she looked around calmly, trying to break the ice and leave the window alone. The pile of folders, scrolls and books were everywhere, arranged in a disorder that she knew only the smart suffered, typical.