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When; November the eleventh, late night, early morning.
Rating; G
Characters; Orochimaru![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
oro_chama and Kabuto snake_servant
Summary; Kabuto goes to see what Orochimaru wanted to speak with him, having a good idea of what was going on.
Log;
Kabuto had not forgotten that Orochimaru had wanted to speak to him after his return from his short time away with Shizune, and he was no longer under any illusion that Orochimaru knew exactly what his relationship with her was. Orochimaru was not, by any means, a stupid man. No, he had every right to the title genius.
Making only a brief stop by at the apartment, not willing to even attempt to use the hour of their return as an excuse to put off going to meet his master until morning, he kissed Shizune goodnight and made his way two doors down.
He knocked, Tayuya opening the door moments later, a self satisfied smirk on her face. For once, she didn’t say anything. No smart comments, no complaining about being dragged out of bed at this hour to get the door, just that smirk. He could easily kill the woman where she stood, but for this once, just looking at her made his blood run cold.
He made his way through the apartment, back to Orochimaru’s rooms. His years of training and field experience kicking in so that not a sound was heard of his shoes on the hardwood floor as he took the most direct rout, cutting through the kitchen.
Slowly, Kabuto raised his hand to knock on the door, painted white yet radiating an aura of darkness in his mind’s eye.
“Come in.” A voice he knew better than even his own called before his fist could make contact with the wood of the door, Kabuto lowered his hand to the doorknob. The sound of the click of the doorknob turning was loud in his ears.
Shutting the door behind him, as he knew he should after years of serving the man seated before him, Kabuto dropped to one knee, head turned down and eyes fixed on the floor before him. “Orochimaru sama.”
Orochimaru was lounging in his chair, making the simple thing look like a thrown in the dimly light room. Despite the availability of electrical lighting, he used candles, preferring the psychological effects it had on his subordinates.
He watched Kabuto kneeling there on the floor, waiting what was to come. He had been far too lenient on all of his subordinates since his arrival in this City, and now he was going to put a stop to that. He was going to remind them just what sort of power he held over them, and fix what had gotten out of hand. Though, he could not have helped this particular case. Kabuto had been with the woman since before he had arrived, and he was a healthy young man, it was only to be expected.
After what he deemed an appropriate amount of time, he spoke, his voice remaining just over a whisper. He would have no need to speak in a firmer tone than that, no need for harsh words, only to speak calmly. Kabuto knew well enough what to expect, so anything more would be wasted effort. “I trust you enjoyed your little vacation?”
“Yes Orochimaru sama.” Kabuto didn’t dare lie, didn’t dare hesitate. Orochimaru would see through it without even trying. The only thing he had to worry about was his heart rate and keeping his voice and body from shaking. Weakness, no matter what the situation, would also never be tolerated, even before impending death or worse.
“I hear the beach is a lovely place, though not much in the way of privacy. You are a more outgoing than I would have initially given you credit for under such circumstances.” Kabuto was a great actor, the perfect spy, but he had a sense of shame in some things that Orochimaru found laughable. To be able to kill a man with your bare hands, but unable to show any form of public affection outside of his acting.
“Thank you Orochimaru sama.” Kabuto replied, taking veiled insult as a compliment as he was expected to do, willing to take even blatant insult as compliment because that was his duty to his master.
Orochimaru leaned forward, resting his elbow on the arm of his chair and his chin in his upturned hand. “I’ve never allowed you any sort of vacation time before, though, I’ve been rather uninterested in most of your activities in the City.” He paused, golden eyes intent on the kneeling figure before him. “After all, there is no Konoha here, some of its citizens, but they pose no threat. Your activities were of little interest as well, but unlike Tayuya, I did not believe that you would need to be reminded of your place.”
“Of course Orochimaru sama, I have made an error.”
“Yes, you have.” A grin spread across the pail lips, exposing sharp, white teeth. Though, no mirth touched his eyes. “You will, of course, be punished for this.”
“Of course Orochimaru sama, I would have expected nothing less.” Kabuto put everything he had into keeping himself steady. His thoughts were on Shizune, apologizing to her mentally. He could only hope that she would be spared any part of what was to come; though he knew he could do nothing for her grief, only hope that she would move on quickly.
“Good. Then stand up.” Orochimaru’s eyes never left Kabuto as he slowly rose to an upright position, arms at his sides and chin raised, waiting his next order, but Orochimaru was quite done talking.
~~~~~
Kabuto slowly opened his eyes, the white ceiling above him out of focus. His glasses would be next to him then, on the bedside table them. He didn’t remember going to sleep the night before, and this was not his room. The walls and ceiling of his room were not white.
He moved to sit up, crying out as pain shot through ever muscle in his body. He lay there, breathing heavily as he tried to get his body back under control of his mind. When had he become injured?
“So you’re awake then.” It was not a question, so much as a statement of fact.
That voice was familiar, in the fog of his mind, it came back to him. Orochimaru, the man he had been sent to spy on by Sasori sama; the man who had freed him from the jutsu he had been placed under so long ago. “Orochimaru sama?”
“Yes Kabuto kun.” There was a pause, and even though Kabuto couldn’t see, he could feel those eyes on him. “What is the last thing you remember?”
Kabuto had to think about it for a moment, his head felt as if it were stuffed with cotton. There was a slow, steady pulse of pain radiating from the base of his skull. “I… I remember you offering to allow me to serve you, under a condition…”
“That condition?”
“A memory jutsu.” Kabuto was gaining more confidence, the memories becoming clearer. “I agreed, and then you placed it on me… then… then I woke up here.”
“It’s been some time since then.” Orochimaru’s voice was closer, the blur of black and white in the vague shape of a person appearing above him. “The jutsu was activated due to certain circumstances.”
“Oh.” Was all that Kabuto could think to say, not sure what to make of the situation. Had he betrayed Orochimaru? Been captured by an enemy, more likely, considering his present physical condition.
“Now that you are awake, you can work on healing yourself. There’s a lot for you to be informed of.”
“Yes Orochimaru sama.” The figure above him disappeared, then there was the sound of a door opening and closing. Kabuto closed his eyes, reaching into his chakara reserves, noting they were many times larger than he recalled. He began the process of knitting muscle and bone back together, healing bruises and cuts. One question bothering him more than other’s for the time being: just how long was “some time ago”?
Rating; G
Characters; Orochimaru
oro_chama and Kabuto snake_servantSummary; Kabuto goes to see what Orochimaru wanted to speak with him, having a good idea of what was going on.
Log;
Kabuto had not forgotten that Orochimaru had wanted to speak to him after his return from his short time away with Shizune, and he was no longer under any illusion that Orochimaru knew exactly what his relationship with her was. Orochimaru was not, by any means, a stupid man. No, he had every right to the title genius.
Making only a brief stop by at the apartment, not willing to even attempt to use the hour of their return as an excuse to put off going to meet his master until morning, he kissed Shizune goodnight and made his way two doors down.
He knocked, Tayuya opening the door moments later, a self satisfied smirk on her face. For once, she didn’t say anything. No smart comments, no complaining about being dragged out of bed at this hour to get the door, just that smirk. He could easily kill the woman where she stood, but for this once, just looking at her made his blood run cold.
He made his way through the apartment, back to Orochimaru’s rooms. His years of training and field experience kicking in so that not a sound was heard of his shoes on the hardwood floor as he took the most direct rout, cutting through the kitchen.
Slowly, Kabuto raised his hand to knock on the door, painted white yet radiating an aura of darkness in his mind’s eye.
“Come in.” A voice he knew better than even his own called before his fist could make contact with the wood of the door, Kabuto lowered his hand to the doorknob. The sound of the click of the doorknob turning was loud in his ears.
Shutting the door behind him, as he knew he should after years of serving the man seated before him, Kabuto dropped to one knee, head turned down and eyes fixed on the floor before him. “Orochimaru sama.”
Orochimaru was lounging in his chair, making the simple thing look like a thrown in the dimly light room. Despite the availability of electrical lighting, he used candles, preferring the psychological effects it had on his subordinates.
He watched Kabuto kneeling there on the floor, waiting what was to come. He had been far too lenient on all of his subordinates since his arrival in this City, and now he was going to put a stop to that. He was going to remind them just what sort of power he held over them, and fix what had gotten out of hand. Though, he could not have helped this particular case. Kabuto had been with the woman since before he had arrived, and he was a healthy young man, it was only to be expected.
After what he deemed an appropriate amount of time, he spoke, his voice remaining just over a whisper. He would have no need to speak in a firmer tone than that, no need for harsh words, only to speak calmly. Kabuto knew well enough what to expect, so anything more would be wasted effort. “I trust you enjoyed your little vacation?”
“Yes Orochimaru sama.” Kabuto didn’t dare lie, didn’t dare hesitate. Orochimaru would see through it without even trying. The only thing he had to worry about was his heart rate and keeping his voice and body from shaking. Weakness, no matter what the situation, would also never be tolerated, even before impending death or worse.
“I hear the beach is a lovely place, though not much in the way of privacy. You are a more outgoing than I would have initially given you credit for under such circumstances.” Kabuto was a great actor, the perfect spy, but he had a sense of shame in some things that Orochimaru found laughable. To be able to kill a man with your bare hands, but unable to show any form of public affection outside of his acting.
“Thank you Orochimaru sama.” Kabuto replied, taking veiled insult as a compliment as he was expected to do, willing to take even blatant insult as compliment because that was his duty to his master.
Orochimaru leaned forward, resting his elbow on the arm of his chair and his chin in his upturned hand. “I’ve never allowed you any sort of vacation time before, though, I’ve been rather uninterested in most of your activities in the City.” He paused, golden eyes intent on the kneeling figure before him. “After all, there is no Konoha here, some of its citizens, but they pose no threat. Your activities were of little interest as well, but unlike Tayuya, I did not believe that you would need to be reminded of your place.”
“Of course Orochimaru sama, I have made an error.”
“Yes, you have.” A grin spread across the pail lips, exposing sharp, white teeth. Though, no mirth touched his eyes. “You will, of course, be punished for this.”
“Of course Orochimaru sama, I would have expected nothing less.” Kabuto put everything he had into keeping himself steady. His thoughts were on Shizune, apologizing to her mentally. He could only hope that she would be spared any part of what was to come; though he knew he could do nothing for her grief, only hope that she would move on quickly.
“Good. Then stand up.” Orochimaru’s eyes never left Kabuto as he slowly rose to an upright position, arms at his sides and chin raised, waiting his next order, but Orochimaru was quite done talking.
~~~~~
Kabuto slowly opened his eyes, the white ceiling above him out of focus. His glasses would be next to him then, on the bedside table them. He didn’t remember going to sleep the night before, and this was not his room. The walls and ceiling of his room were not white.
He moved to sit up, crying out as pain shot through ever muscle in his body. He lay there, breathing heavily as he tried to get his body back under control of his mind. When had he become injured?
“So you’re awake then.” It was not a question, so much as a statement of fact.
That voice was familiar, in the fog of his mind, it came back to him. Orochimaru, the man he had been sent to spy on by Sasori sama; the man who had freed him from the jutsu he had been placed under so long ago. “Orochimaru sama?”
“Yes Kabuto kun.” There was a pause, and even though Kabuto couldn’t see, he could feel those eyes on him. “What is the last thing you remember?”
Kabuto had to think about it for a moment, his head felt as if it were stuffed with cotton. There was a slow, steady pulse of pain radiating from the base of his skull. “I… I remember you offering to allow me to serve you, under a condition…”
“That condition?”
“A memory jutsu.” Kabuto was gaining more confidence, the memories becoming clearer. “I agreed, and then you placed it on me… then… then I woke up here.”
“It’s been some time since then.” Orochimaru’s voice was closer, the blur of black and white in the vague shape of a person appearing above him. “The jutsu was activated due to certain circumstances.”
“Oh.” Was all that Kabuto could think to say, not sure what to make of the situation. Had he betrayed Orochimaru? Been captured by an enemy, more likely, considering his present physical condition.
“Now that you are awake, you can work on healing yourself. There’s a lot for you to be informed of.”
“Yes Orochimaru sama.” The figure above him disappeared, then there was the sound of a door opening and closing. Kabuto closed his eyes, reaching into his chakara reserves, noting they were many times larger than he recalled. He began the process of knitting muscle and bone back together, healing bruises and cuts. One question bothering him more than other’s for the time being: just how long was “some time ago”?