Another Day
Title: Another Day
Fandom: Naruto
Summary: We know that Orochimaru's onto his third body, but who was his first?
Rating: PG-13 for abstract sex
Genre: Angst
Pairing: Orochimaru/Yakushi Kabuto, implied Yakushi Kabuto/OC
Disclaimer: Naruto = not mine. I've reserved my copies of Orochimaru and Kabuto though ♥.
It was another of those days. Kabuto sighed as he pushed his glasses up and brought the bandages to Orochimaru and Sasuke who were once again injured from training. He had to admit that Sasuke was possibly turning into a better vessel than Itachi ever would have. Itachi was confident and headstrong, unwilling to bend to such things for power. Sasuke was young, not yet to his full potential (for that, Orochimaru had commented earlier, he needed mangekyou) and so driven by hatred for power that he would do anything. He was almost pathetically easy to manipulate, and that was the one thing Kabuto regretted.
“Watch it, Kabuto.” Sasuke hissed, glaring as Kabuto applied a bandage to a not-quite healed cut from an imbedded shuriken. Kabuto inclined his head and continued with what he was doing as Orochimaru sent a pointed look to Sasuke. Rather arrogant though, Kabuto thought as he finished wrapping the bandage, just because he’s the heir to Orochimaru-sama’s soul...I don’t think he has any idea about what it’s like... Kabuto shuddered slightly as the sound of screams invaded his mind, not noticing the sharp change in Orochimaru’s attentive eyes as the medic-nin moved to attend to the sannin.
***
Orochimaru wasn’t telepathic, but years of experience had taught him to read people well, and years of knowing Kabuto had taught him all of the young shinobi’s mannerisms and that slight shudder meant that he was remembering something bad, most likely that event. It was the closest time the snake sannin had ever come to regretting an action and almost cost him far more than a suitable vessel.
The brunette ninja winced at the pain as Orochimaru pulled away after inscribing her with the curse seal which would mark her as his first body. She crumpled to the floor and Orochimaru watched as Kabuto rushed to her side.
“There’s no need to worry. She’s stronger than the others. She’ll survive.” He told the boy. His eyes were unflinching as his protégé looked up with anger, holding the unconscious girl tightly in his arms.
“I don’t see why you need to do this.” Kabuto hissed. Orochimaru looked on blankly.
“I’m not going to live forever like this, I need a new body. Someone strong enough to learn new jutsus.”
“So why didn’t you choose me instead?”
“You’re valuable as you are. I have no need to take your body. Look after her.”
The clarity of the memory blurred as Orochimaru recalled what happened afterwards. The exchange jutsu going horribly wrong and having to force himself back into his old body. The girl dead on the floor and Kabuto crying the last tears he ever would.
Orochimaru dismissed Sasuke after Kabuto had attended to them both and watched as his most loyal subject organised the gauzes he had brought with him and not used.
“Kabuto.” The silver-haired man looked up in confusion. The tone in Orochimaru’s voice was one he’d never heard before - perhaps it was too much to dare to call it caring, but it was something that should have resembled that.
“What is it, Orochimaru-sama?”
“Do you still resent me for that day?” The tone was neutral, the event mentioned vague, but both of them unearthed the hidden meanings in that sentence.
“Of course not, Orochimaru-sama.” Orochimaru moved faster than even Kabuto’s well-trained eye could follow, and before he knew it his leader had him pinned by his wrists to the wall, the gauzes strewn across the floor. Kabuto looked up into the eyes of the snake user and saw that the usually confident indifference was instead replaced by a passionate anger, a sight that made even some of the best ninja quell in fear, unless they were too stupid to realise the danger of it.
“Don’t lie to me, Kabuto.” Orochimaru hissed, tongue extending dangerously close to Kabuto’s face. Kabuto pushed himself further into the wall, hoping to get some distance between himself and the sannin.
“I’m not lying.” He affirmed, knowing that it was a stupid thing to say as he knew it was a lie, as did Orochimaru. He kept his face as neutral as possible as Orochimaru’s grip on his wrists increased until Kabuto was sure he would try to break them. “...I never thought about it, until today.” The grip loosened slightly, but the intensity in the glare never wavered. “Maybe on some level I still wonder, but it’s futile to, isn’t it?” The hands holding him captive disappeared and the flare of emotion was replaced by the usual mask.
“It is futile. You know this all too well, yet you still insist on giving in to that stupid emotion.” The sneer was in his voice as well as on his face and Kabuto got another flash of an unusual emotion - shame.
“I apologise, Orochimaru-sama. You have trained me to rid myself of those things, yet with that I failed you.” He felt the eyes of his mentor upon him as he knelt down in a show of respect.
“You have.” As Kabuto stood up everything else passed in a whirl, the clothes torn away as they were an inconvenience, the rushed kisses and aggressive thrusts, even the aftermath, consisting only of Orochimaru rushing to get dressed and leaving Kabuto panting on the floor, naked and alone seemed to be a blur.
Yes, it was just another day.
Fandom: Naruto
Summary: We know that Orochimaru's onto his third body, but who was his first?
Rating: PG-13 for abstract sex
Genre: Angst
Pairing: Orochimaru/Yakushi Kabuto, implied Yakushi Kabuto/OC
Disclaimer: Naruto = not mine. I've reserved my copies of Orochimaru and Kabuto though ♥.
It was another of those days. Kabuto sighed as he pushed his glasses up and brought the bandages to Orochimaru and Sasuke who were once again injured from training. He had to admit that Sasuke was possibly turning into a better vessel than Itachi ever would have. Itachi was confident and headstrong, unwilling to bend to such things for power. Sasuke was young, not yet to his full potential (for that, Orochimaru had commented earlier, he needed mangekyou) and so driven by hatred for power that he would do anything. He was almost pathetically easy to manipulate, and that was the one thing Kabuto regretted.
“Watch it, Kabuto.” Sasuke hissed, glaring as Kabuto applied a bandage to a not-quite healed cut from an imbedded shuriken. Kabuto inclined his head and continued with what he was doing as Orochimaru sent a pointed look to Sasuke. Rather arrogant though, Kabuto thought as he finished wrapping the bandage, just because he’s the heir to Orochimaru-sama’s soul...I don’t think he has any idea about what it’s like... Kabuto shuddered slightly as the sound of screams invaded his mind, not noticing the sharp change in Orochimaru’s attentive eyes as the medic-nin moved to attend to the sannin.
***
Orochimaru wasn’t telepathic, but years of experience had taught him to read people well, and years of knowing Kabuto had taught him all of the young shinobi’s mannerisms and that slight shudder meant that he was remembering something bad, most likely that event. It was the closest time the snake sannin had ever come to regretting an action and almost cost him far more than a suitable vessel.
The brunette ninja winced at the pain as Orochimaru pulled away after inscribing her with the curse seal which would mark her as his first body. She crumpled to the floor and Orochimaru watched as Kabuto rushed to her side.
“There’s no need to worry. She’s stronger than the others. She’ll survive.” He told the boy. His eyes were unflinching as his protégé looked up with anger, holding the unconscious girl tightly in his arms.
“I don’t see why you need to do this.” Kabuto hissed. Orochimaru looked on blankly.
“I’m not going to live forever like this, I need a new body. Someone strong enough to learn new jutsus.”
“So why didn’t you choose me instead?”
“You’re valuable as you are. I have no need to take your body. Look after her.”
The clarity of the memory blurred as Orochimaru recalled what happened afterwards. The exchange jutsu going horribly wrong and having to force himself back into his old body. The girl dead on the floor and Kabuto crying the last tears he ever would.
Orochimaru dismissed Sasuke after Kabuto had attended to them both and watched as his most loyal subject organised the gauzes he had brought with him and not used.
“Kabuto.” The silver-haired man looked up in confusion. The tone in Orochimaru’s voice was one he’d never heard before - perhaps it was too much to dare to call it caring, but it was something that should have resembled that.
“What is it, Orochimaru-sama?”
“Do you still resent me for that day?” The tone was neutral, the event mentioned vague, but both of them unearthed the hidden meanings in that sentence.
“Of course not, Orochimaru-sama.” Orochimaru moved faster than even Kabuto’s well-trained eye could follow, and before he knew it his leader had him pinned by his wrists to the wall, the gauzes strewn across the floor. Kabuto looked up into the eyes of the snake user and saw that the usually confident indifference was instead replaced by a passionate anger, a sight that made even some of the best ninja quell in fear, unless they were too stupid to realise the danger of it.
“Don’t lie to me, Kabuto.” Orochimaru hissed, tongue extending dangerously close to Kabuto’s face. Kabuto pushed himself further into the wall, hoping to get some distance between himself and the sannin.
“I’m not lying.” He affirmed, knowing that it was a stupid thing to say as he knew it was a lie, as did Orochimaru. He kept his face as neutral as possible as Orochimaru’s grip on his wrists increased until Kabuto was sure he would try to break them. “...I never thought about it, until today.” The grip loosened slightly, but the intensity in the glare never wavered. “Maybe on some level I still wonder, but it’s futile to, isn’t it?” The hands holding him captive disappeared and the flare of emotion was replaced by the usual mask.
“It is futile. You know this all too well, yet you still insist on giving in to that stupid emotion.” The sneer was in his voice as well as on his face and Kabuto got another flash of an unusual emotion - shame.
“I apologise, Orochimaru-sama. You have trained me to rid myself of those things, yet with that I failed you.” He felt the eyes of his mentor upon him as he knelt down in a show of respect.
“You have.” As Kabuto stood up everything else passed in a whirl, the clothes torn away as they were an inconvenience, the rushed kisses and aggressive thrusts, even the aftermath, consisting only of Orochimaru rushing to get dressed and leaving Kabuto panting on the floor, naked and alone seemed to be a blur.
Yes, it was just another day.