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Mend Me	By : AccioLucius Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 4140 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 10

Saya gasped loudly as a foot connected with her lower back, waking her from her sleep. The force and surprise so intense, she tumbled out of bed and fell to the floor in an awkward heap.

“What the hell?” she exclaimed as she began to regain her senses.

As she stood and rubbed her head, a chuckle could be heard from the bed. Saya’s eyes instantly bore into a paper-white back. As the laughing continued, Saya grabbed for one of the bed’s pillows.

“What is wrong with you?” she hissed as she wacked the man with the firm cushion.

Orochimaru’s only response was more chuckling as he lay there. He didn’t even bother to turn and look at her as he got comfortable under the sheets.

Irate, Saya threw the pillow on top of him before storming for the door.

“Get back here,” Orochimaru slowly growled at her.

Saya spun to see his eyes staring up at her. “I am going to go check on my son,” she told him firmly. “And it’s my decision as to whether or not I come back in here to deal with you, but you better believe I have a few choice words for you.”

Orochimaru gave her a sinister smirk as her rage-filled eyes stared into him.

Scoffing, Saya turned back around and flew out the bedroom door, not caring who heard as she slammed it shut. Her hands ran roughly through her hair as she stood and held her now throbbing head. I should have known, she thought to herself. She felt like a fool for thinking things would be any different between the two of them, and they weren’t; they were worse.

Saya stood up straight and bit her lip. There was only one thing that concerned her at the moment and that was checking on Tetsuya. He hadn’t seen or spoken to her since they arrived. She briskly walked up the hall to what was once her bedroom and calmly opened the door.

Tetsuya seemed to be just as she left him as he lay in bed. He looked so peaceful as he slept, but Saya couldn’t end the night with letting him think she had neglected him all day.

She set down beside his small body and gently shook his shoulder. “Tetsuya,” she said loudly, “wake up for a minute.”

The boy groaned as he began to wake, but he grinned as his blurry eyes found his mother. He sat up, rubbing his eyes with a yawn. “It’s about time you got up,” he mockingly scolded her. “Dad said you were just taking a nap.”

Saya grinned guiltily as she ran a hand over his hair. “I’m sorry. I was just really tired after all that walking,” she lied. “Are you ok? Do you need anything?”

“No, Dad took care of me.” Tetsuya beamed up at his mother, despite her unsettling expression.

“He did?” Saya almost whispered. Her stomach turned at the thought. “Well, what did the two of you do today?”

“We talked a lot,” he replied as he scooted closer to her. “Mom, why didn’t you tell me I was a prince? Dad has his own village!”

Taken by surprise at the word, Saya couldn’t help but laugh loudly. “A prince?” she giggled.

“That makes you a queen, Mom,” Tetsuya continued, ignoring the question. “Why don’t we live in our village?”

Saya covered her mouth and held her stomach as her fit began to subside. She looked down at her son and envisioned him wearing a small crown with a wide smile still lingering on her face. As her brain began to process the comments, her face began to change. Our village, she though. A queen?

“Did he call me his queen?” Saya asked quietly.

The boy shrugged. “He said it was up to you. I don’t get it.”

Saya sighed as she once again ran a hand over the boy’s head. Her skin began to goose bump at what she was about to say. “Well, I would be his ‘queen’ if we were married.”

“Why aren’t you?” Tetsuya instantly replied.

Saya began to answer, but stopped. She look down into her son’s snake eyes, not bothering to hide the fact that her own were full of turmoil. “That’s something you won’t understand until you are older,” she whispered. Her eyes began to lose their focus as she bent down to kiss her son on the forehead. “I will tell you then, but for now, it’s time to go back to sleep. I just wanted to tell you goodnight.”

Tetsuya pouted with a huff, but complied as he silently slipped back under the covers. Saya tucked him in with an awkward grin.

“Besides,” she continued, “I love someone else. And you know who.”

Tetsuya couldn’t help but grin. “I miss Akira. I wish he had come with us.”

“Me too,” Saya laughed. She watched as Tetsuya’s eyes began to droop after his head hit the pillow. In no time his breathing slowed and steadied as he drifted back to sleep.

Saya gently raised herself up off the bed and quietly left the room. A grin she didn’t realize her face held dropped as her eyes cut back to Orochimaru’s room. She clenched her fists and headed back to the man’s room.

Instantly tapping backing into the mentality during her last stay, Saya threw the bedroom door open without a single knock. Orochimaru’s eyes flew open at the sound, causing his pupils to dilate. As quietly yet firmly as she could, Saya closed the door shut and crossed her arms.

“Why did you tell him that?” she quickly asked.

Orochimaru flashed his teeth with a quick sneer. “You’re going to have to be more specific, Saya. I shared many things with that boy today.”

Saya’s pulse quickened at that. “And just what would those be?”

Sitting up, the man chuckled. “You seem tense.” He looked across the bed to Saya and cocked his head. “What’s the problem?”

“Do you always have to do that?” Saya asked as she threw her hands up. “You always have to try to get under my skin and make me angry. What is the point?” Only a moment had passed and her head was already beginning to pound.

“Sit down, Saya,” Orochimaru firmly replied without a flinch. He stared at her as she angrily sank down onto the end of the bed; her arms crossed and face turned from him.

The man watched as Saya’s chest deeply heaved up and down; her breath heavy from her anger. At any other moment he would have reached for her neck and forced her to look at him. But this time things were different; he understood there were serious discussions to be had between them. However, that didn’t stop his fingers from digging into the bed sheets as he struggled with where to start.

“You brought that boy here so we could meet and become acquainted. We did just that. And yes, Saya, I do very much care that I have a son. You would know if it were otherwise.”

Saya nearly shuddered at the comment, knowing it was probably true. Orochimaru didn’t have the enemies he had for no reason. He was a dangerous man, but some of the brief stories Akira had shared with her made much less of an impact than the violence he had directed toward her.

She shifted on the bed. “What did you talk about?”

“Myself, mostly,” Orochimaru calmly replied. “He’s very inquisitive.”

“You told him he was a prince,” Saya pointed out as she shook her head.

Orochimaru simply held up his hands. “What better way to grab his attention?”

Saya finally turned her head to face him, anger clearly on her face. “With lies and nonsense?”

The man smirked at her and raised an eyebrow. “I’m a much more creative liar than that, Saya, and it is no lie. He’s my heir, which entitles him to everything I own were I to pass. That includes the Sound Village.”

Saya’s face changed as her own eyebrow rose. “Don’t you mean when?”

A chill went through her body as Orochimaru closed his eyes and broke their connection. A simple chuckle escaped his lips before they reopened to glare back at her. Saya could feel the mark on her neck beginning to react to his stare. It sent a heartbeat-like pulse throughout her body.

“Why did you leave?” he changed the subject in just barely over a whistle.

Saya couldn’t help but let his expression rethink her reply. His smirk had dropped and his eyes appeared genuinely curious.

“How could you expect me to stay?” she half-laughed. Her grin faded as his calm face stared back at her. She remembered the thoughts she had the night she left, how she almost did want to stay. Her eyes turned away from him. “And don’t give me any lip about not finishing my job. You lived.”

“What specifically made you leave?”

Saya rolled her eyes and bit her tongue to try to keep from smirking. So that’s how it’s going to be, she thought. “Well, let’s see: I couldn’t really do my job, with both you and Kabuto harassing me in your own ways, having no sunlight and living in a burrow drove me crazy, you cursed me and took me to hell and back, and Kabuto tried to kill me.”

“Is that all?”

Saya jerked her gaze back to him. “Is that all?” she angrily repeated. Her eyes hardened as Orochimaru began to move closer to her.

“So you didn’t leave because you were perhaps embarrassed, did you?” he asked as humor crept into his voice.

“I’m a big girl,” Saya instantly replied as she looked away once again.

“Evidently,” Orochimaru began as he continued to close in on her. “I was quite disappointed in you, Saya. The way you held out for so long as I was certain you were a virgin.”

She rose from the bed then and hurriedly walked to the other side of the room. “That’s enough,” she told him before she stopped. Her nails dug into her forearms as she kept her back to him. Observant as always, Orochimaru noticed.

He rose from his place on the bed and followed in her steps. When he was directly behind her, he placed a hand on her right shoulder; his palm covering her curse mark. “You should have at least come back,” he whispered gently in her ear. “I have a separate compound with all the medical equipment you would have needed. We would have taken care of you.”

Saya scoffed. “You say that now, now that the roughest years of raising a child have passed.”

“You’re wrong,” he continued to whisper as his other hand moved to her other shoulder. “I have followers that would have treated him like a god before he was even born.”

As much as Saya tried to tell herself that the man was lying, she couldn’t bring herself to believe it. In fact, that’s what she wanted to believe; that Orochimaru wasn’t really as cold and heartless as he seemed to be. Her eyes began to sting and tear.

“I was afraid to,” she finally admitted. Orochimaru’s hands dropped from her shoulders as she turned to face him. “I’m no one important to you, so I figured there would be nothing to stop you from getting rid of me.”

Saya remained still as Orochimaru lifted a hand to brush at her hair. “And so you turned to Akira.” Even though she opened her mouth to speak, he stopped her. “Would you have rather it been me instead?”

Of course not, her initial thoughts screamed. But with the dreams and the way his hand was playing with her hair, Saya was given a chance to think about it. She shook her head in an attempt to clear it. “I don’t know,” she barely managed. “I just know I love him.”

Orochimaru’s hands moved to cup Saya’s face as a few tears escaped her eyes and ran down her face. As Saya closed her eyes in a childish attempt to hide from him, she grabbed his wrists and half-heartedly tried to push him away.

“Saya,” he started as he moved toward her face. A small gasp left her lips, prompting him to pause. “You’re the mother of my only son,” he finally said. “You’re very important to me.”

Saya didn’t know what was worse, the vice gripping her heart or the tumbling of her stomach. Her hands painfully tightened around the man’s wrist as more tears started to fall.

Orochimaru watched her for a moment. Her emotions were so ramped he could practically smell them. He took the advantage of her weakness as he hungrily pressed his lips to hers. He could feel Saya’s body tighten, but was honestly surprised when she failed to resist.

At that moment Saya didn’t care that it was Orochimaru kissing her. All she cared was that it was comforting. Her body turned to rubber as his hands gently nudged her until her back was against the wall. She gasped once again, but this time into his mouth.

Orochimaru pushed his body against hers and let his tongue slip into her mouth. He was surprised to find her own eagerly waiting. As the two muscles began to twist around each other, Saya cried that much more. She cried mainly for Akira, but also for herself and Tetsuya, who was sure to get caught up in the disaster she was opening them up to. But as Orochimaru’s hands moved down her body to hold her, instead of restrain her, she cried even harder.
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