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[Plastic Mario]

Yes, origins of Anko. My recent emo-ism reminded me of this, so I dug it up.

Or... The first part. Second part is saved in a different file, and I'll find that one tomorrow since it's 12:40 PM and I'm tired.

And I wrote this 2 years ago. Took me about 10 minutes to fix every grammatical error before posting. >.>






Anko landed on the ground, face first, followed by a shout. "Never come back in here, demon! Or I'll have you killed!" Crying, she managed to stand up and stumble her way home.

Anko Ku, also known as "The demon of Spectra", was the outcast of the village of Spectra. Not because of something she'd done, but because of her dark red eyes. Red eyes were a superstition of a demon child, and those born with the curse of red eyes were either killed, or forced to live in undeserved suffering.

She finally arrived home. Taking the back route, as always. Taking the direct route would be suicide, as nearly every person who walked by would attack Anko in some way. She slipped through the back door, avoiding the eyes of the kids in front, throwing rocks at the house. Inside, she limped up to her mother's room. Mending torn clothing, as usual.

Anko knocked on the door. "M-Mom...? T-The man at the bakery ch-chased me out, again..." Anko's mother turned, saw the blood dripping from her daughter's lip and dropped her needle in shock. "Anko! What have they done to you this time?!" Choked up, she ran to comfort Anko, who was too weak to stand at this point. "So cruel... How could they do this to an eight-year old girl?!" Anko's mother pulled out some bandages, and began tending to Anko's wounds. "I... I was just trying to be friendly, and help out..."

Later, that night...

"Tell me again... Where did dad go...? You never actually told me before..." Anko asked, short of breath. "Y-You should rest, sweetie. You have a broken arm, and you're really short on blood... You shouldn't be talking..." "B-But... I want to know! Why isn't dad here?" Anko's mother, clearly not wanting to start any tension, reluctantly replied. "He... He's dead. They killed him... Because he was one of your parents. Nothing more."
Silence followed.

"..."

"Because of me...?"

Anko's red eyes filled with tears. "W-Why?! Why would they do that?! H-He never did anything wrong!" She managed to choke out, tears streaming down her face. She reached up to wipe them away, but with a broken arm, only more pain came out. A piercing scream came from Anko's room as her mother stepped back out into the hallway, head in her hands. "Why... Why did I tell her?"
The screaming and crying continued for hours, until Anko managed to cry herself to sleep.


The next morning, Anko slept until noon. After waking up, she limped downstairs, not bothering to change into her uniform. Screw school. Screw all the kids out there who do nothing but try to make her miserable. There's nothing out there that would accept a "demon child". Besides, life at home wouldn't be so bad. Nobody trying to kill her, that's for sure. She fixed herself a late breakfast and limped back into her room, and lay down on her bed. Nothing to do all day, but think to herself.
"Why?"
"Why me?"
"Why do people hate something as insignificant as eye colour?"
"Why did they have to kill my innocent father?"
"Why does my existence only bring pain?"
"Why... Do I exist?"
"Why... Should I exist?"

Anko's mother stepped in. "Hm...? Staying home today? I understand, a broken arm's a pretty serio-" She was cut off. "Mom... Why did you keep me alive after I was born?" Silence followed. "Why would I not?" Anko sat up, and raised her voice to a yell. "You know why you shouldn't have! You could have killed me, and had another child! Dad would still be alive! You'd be living a normal life! Everybody would be happy! The fact that I exist makes everybody suffer, and you knew that it would happen! Why didn't you kill me?!"

More silence followed.

"...Because I was happy for you."

"I didn't want to lose my first child. No matter who, or what you were, I promised I would never lose you. I promised to your father... That I would never lose you."

"..."

Anko turned around, stuffed her face in her pillow and began to cry once more. Her mother put her hands on Anko's shoulders, and tried to calm her down.
Anko turned around and punched her mother in the face. "DON'T TOUCH ME!"

"..."

She recoiled in shock at what she'd just done. She attacked the only family, and only friend she ever had. A tiny gasp escaped her lips, covered by her hands. "I..."
No words could get out of Anko's lips as her mother stood up, wiped the blood from her lip and managed her way outside. At the same time the door shut, more sobbing could be heard from outside.

Nothing was clear for the rest of the night as Anko cried herself to sleep once again.

She woke up with a scream. A nightmare. A dream of both her parents being tortured, then killed. Anko yelled in frusturation, slammed her head against the wall and walked downstairs, as depressed as ever. She was expected her mother at the table, ready to talk, when she instead found a note on the table.

"To the demon child; Basement."

Not in her own mother's handwriting, either.

Anko rushed to the basement stairs, hesitating for a moment before opening the door. What if it was just a trap? What if they were going to kill her as soon as she opened the door?
...It doesn't matter. I deserve to die, anyways.

She threw open the door and rushed down the stairs to be greeted by two men at the back side of the room.

Blood everywhere on the floor.

Anko's mother, tied against the wall.

One of the men laughed, as he held a shovel. "Look who finally decided to show up!" He threw the shovel at Anko, barely grazing her head, but with enough force to knock her down. The other man, holding a knife, began shouting at Anko. "Hey there, demon kid. Do us a favor..." He tossed the knife at her, which clattered to the ground in front of her. "And kill this lady for us!" He laughed deeply as he pointed at Anko's mother. Anko picked up the knife, still on her knees.

"Why...?"
"Why me...?"

The first man kicked her in the chin, knocking her back once again. "Because you're a demon child, that's why! Now are you going to kill your demon mother, or not?!"

"Why...?"
"Why her...?"

Another deep laugh. "Not doing it, huh? Maybe you need a bit of motivation..." The secod man pulled off a covering on a wall, beside Anko's tied up mother.
A man, pale and malnourished, roughly Anko's mother's age, was also tied to the wall.

No explaination needed.

"D-Dad...?"

"Motivated now? Either she dies, or they both die!" The second man laughed once more, and pulled out another knife, holding it to Anko's father's throat. A drop of blood dripped down.

"NO!"
Anko rushed at the second man, knife in hand, crying as she ran. "DON'T TOUCH EITHER OF THEM!" Her dash was interrupted by the first man, who had stuck yet another knife in her back.

Conciousness was leaving her.

She slipped to the ground, eyes barely open. One word managed to escape her lips before conciousness left.

"Why...?"