The worst is over now and we can breathe again
I wanna hold you high, you steal my pain away
There's so much left to learn, and no one left to fight
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain

Amy Lee's and Seether's- "Broken"

"We're all mad here." -Alice from Wonderland


Anko kept her eyes down as the door to the interrogation room opened. Ibiki stepped in and closed it behind him. He took the seat across from her and opened one of the files he had under his arm. "I trust they're treating you well Anko?" he said, trying to start up a conversation.

She remained silent. She had nothing more or less to say to this man or anyone else. It hardly mattered to her what they wanted to do to her now.

"Anko please try to make this easier on yourself." Ibiki warned. Honestly he was concerned for her. He didn't want to have to resort to torture or something to that extent. "Just tell us what we need to know and your free to go-"

"So that's it." Her voice was calm but anger was forming underneath it. "You want me to go for the plea bit?" she stood up and glared at him; ready to turn the table over if she felt like it. "I am not interested in your mercy, I don't care what's up ahead, all I want is for everyone to forget about me and just-" she couldn't find the words to complete her thoughts. She couldn't really find anything anymore. Slumping back in her chair and growling in exhaustion, she buried her hands in her short spiky locks and starred down at the gray markings of the table.

Ibiki sighed; he had to begin the persuasion. He flipped through the file and pulled out the torture device. "You recognize this?" he asked throwing a photograph in front of her. She lifted her head and immediately adverted her eyes. "Can you identify the people in this picture?" he pressed.

Anko squeezed her eyes shut and began shaking. Ibiki grabbed her wrist "Open your eyes and tell me who these people are." She tried to turn away. "Ibiki stop."

"Do you want me to call ANBU in her to keep your eyes open?" he said sternly "If not then open your damn eyes." He heard Anko gulp. Her shaking subsided some and she turned back towards him. She grasped the picture and slowly began to open her eyes.

Ibiki watched her; her face washed clean of emotion. He couldn't see her eyes because her bangs.

Time passed and Anko's hand tightened on the picture. The site of her children brought tears to her eyes. Her son, the man who looked so much like her, was forcing his self to smile while her daughter smiled the smile she inherited from her father freely.

A single tear rolled down her cheek, she quickly wiped it away. "I can recognize my own children Ibiki." She remarked pushing the photo away. "I haven't lost my mind just yet." Ibiki wasn't so sure of that.

"If that's the case then maybe you can tell me what's become of them." He wanted to get this over with, Anko didn't deserve this torture; she was a good person and mother. No matter what she had done, she had done it for the sake of her children and had saved more lives than she took.

"It's …it's hard to explain." She said. At least she was trying to confess. "Take your time. I won't rush you."

She sighed "Okay."

Ibiki slipped in his recorder.

"It all started about thirty years ago."