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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 17

Saya took a sharp intake of breath as Orochimaru pressed her wet body against the glass. The lord chuckled as his own pressed against hers; the water from the shower making their skin stick together. Orochimaru held Saya's hands above her head, which he took advantage of as he began to trail kisses along her shoulders.

Goosebumps prickled Saya's skin, but it wasn't until the man's long tongue began to slowly caress her body that her toes and fingers curled. She pressed her face against her raised arm to hide her pleasure- contorted face.

"Mom?"

Saya's eyes opened then, but all she could see through the steamy glass was a vague outline of the bathroom.

The more Orochimaru teased her, the more her lower half started to curl and press against his. Before she even realized it, Saya had bent herself over in anticipation.

"Saya?"

It was Kabuto's voice this time. Saya cringed at the thought of that creep watching them. She angrily looked around the room once more to find no one there. Her scowl was quickly replaced with a lazy grin as she was thrown flat against the glass as Orochimaru roughly entered her. Saya cried out to the man over and over.

"Mom? Mom!"

Saya's eyes opened for real that time. She snapped her head up to find herself in one of the compound's studies. Tetsuya eyed her worriedly from across the table, and from the doorway, Kabuto looked on at her with that familiar disdain creeping into his face.

"What is it?" Saya asked as she rubbed at her eyes.

"You fell asleep," Tetsuya carefully told her, "and started screaming."

Saya began to blush as her dream started to melt away to reality. "Oh…I-"

"It must have been some dream," Kabuto interrupted as he stepped up and took a seat at the table. It was covered in papers from Tetsuya's writing practice. "Why don't you tell us about it," he half-smirked, half-frowned at her.

"I don't remember," Saya simply lied.

"It was about Dad!" Tetsuya exclaimed. "You kept saying has name. Did something happen to him?"

Something was happening, alright, Saya thought. She closed her eyes. "I don't remember, honey. If I do, I'll tell you later, ok?" Her attention turned to Kabuto as she opened her eyes. "For now, could you go get ready for your nap? I need to talk to Kabuto."

The little boy sighed, but he obeyed as he slid out of his chair. "You send me to my room all the time now. I wish I was with Dad."

"Maybe tomorrow," Saya reassured as Tetsuya all but drug his feet as he left the room.

She and Kabuto shared hard glares then. As much as she wanted to rub her dream in his face, Saya restrained herself. She sighed. "I need to talk to you about Orochimaru."

"What's on your mind?" he asked her as he skimmed over Tetsuya's work. His expression had since turned to one of boredom.

"Tell me what you know about him. His past, how you met him, his powers, his…emotions." Saya's eyes almost pleaded with his, and were answered with intrigued ones.

Kabuto shifted uncomfortably in his chair. This would be a great chance to slip in some horrifying insight into the man's true nature, but it wasn't often that Kabuto was given the chance to speak openly of his master, to praise him.

"Are you sure I'm the person to ask?" he almost laughed. "After all, you two are much closer than we could ever be."

He's baiting you, a voice in Saya's head told her. She had to stay calm, but Kabuto was the only person she had to talk to. She couldn't talk to Orochimaru about himself in this way, especially after what she had seen that morning. She needed to learn about Orochimaru from someone else's point of view.

Saya shrugged. "Just tell me what you know," she said lightly. "I'm sure you have some interesting stories to tell."

Kabuto sat back in his chair and looked toward the ceiling. "Where to start," he mumbled as he pressed his fingers together. He smirked lightly. "Shall I tell you about how he lost the chance of becoming Hokage of the Hidden Leaf Village, how I killed him when I first met him, how he killed his latest victim in a single strike, how he experiments to find the key to immortality, or how he quite literally is able to steal other people's-"

"Wait, wait, wait," Saya interrupted as she held up a hand. Kabuto twitched as his most important statement was cut short, but that didn't stop Saya as she raised a harsh eyebrow. "You killed him?"

"Yes," Kabuto replied simply.

Slowly, and with a now blank expression, Saya asked, "And…he's still alive?"

The man sneered at her. "Fascinating, isn't he? Shall I tell you how?"

Saya opened her mouth to speak, but she lost her words as his sank in. Her hand dropped as her body sank into the chair. Saya didn't know a lot about the abilities of the shinobi, but she learned from Akira that there were such abilities her nightmares couldn't even produce. She swallowed hard, but spoke calmly. "Sure."

Kabuto nodded once. "Lord Orochimaru is just as serpentine on his inside as his outside. To put it quite frankly, he can shed both his skin and his entire body if needed. It depends on how much damage he inflicts.

"When I first met Orochimaru, I was in a confused state of mind. I had no idea who I was, but Orochimaru knew plenty. He told me things about myself and people close to me I did not want to hear or believe, so I attacked and killed him. I didn't know who the man was or what he was cable of, so I was surprised when a perfectly healthy body slithered out of the one I had destroyed."

Saya shuddered and sat up in her chair. "That is…fascinating, and quite useful."

Kabuto cocked his head. "It doesn't scare you?"

"I-" the woman struggled. "I'm sure it would creep me out if I saw it myself, but no. I am a nurse after all, so I have seen some disturbing things. But…at one time I wanted to try to kill him because of my curse. It was the last time I was here. I suppose that part of me is scared now knowing that I can't kill him, but I don't want that anymore."

Saya cut her eyes, mad at herself for blurting out so much. "Forget I said that," she quickly added.

Damn, Kabuto thought.

"But what's this about his latest victim?"

Kabuto's smirk resurfaced as he sensed Saya becoming uncomfortable. He held his hands up and shrugged. "He killed one of his servants."

Saya's heart began to pound. She didn't know why; was it really that surprising to hear of Orochimaru killing someone? She knew the man was violent enough. "Why? And how many other people has he killed?"

"Oh, Kabuto laughed, "I couldn't tell you how many. But as for that man, he was simply the wrong person in the wrong place. Orochimaru was terribly wounded months ago. He was-"

"In a lot of pain," Saya whispered as her eyes cut away from him again.

Kabuto raised an eyebrow at her. The woman actually sounded sad, which prompted an annoying surge of jealousy to course through him. "Yes," he quietly replied. Flashbacks of the time he spent taking care of his lord now saturated Kabuto's mind. "An indescribable amount. He almost died, actually."

Tears started to sting Saya's eyes. She bit her lip in confusion, not wanting to care that much about Orochimaru. The man certainly didn't deserve it. "What happened?" Saya almost whispered.

Kabuto glared at her then. While he wanted to tell her the awful truth, that Orochimaru had attacked the Leaf Village and the Third Hokage purely out of boredom and fun, he didn't trust her enough to tell her just yet. There were only a few days left of Saya's visit. It was crucial that he scared her enough to keep her from coming back, but not so much that she went to the authorities.

The young med ninja mentally cursed Orochimaru once again for this mess.

"Another shinobi, quite a strong one, summoned Death to take Orochimaru's soul away. He wanted him dead that badly," Kabuto finished with a cringe. "But Orochimaru overpowered him and killed him before the curse was completely set. Death took the life of the other shinobi, as is the deal, but only part of Orochimaru: his arms.

"His arms were literally dead, but a terrible sickness overtook him. We tried everything to heal him, but what's worse was that Orochimaru had no new body to shed for." Kabuto paused to stare Saya in the eye as he uttered his next statement. "He needed a new body."

Saya struggled to find her voice under his gaze. "I'm guessing he did?"

"Yes," he continued with his hard glare. "Orochimaru can overpower and consume the bodies of others. It's a complex process that can be performed only every three years or so, and Orochimaru needs much medical treatment before properly performing it. Afterwards, his new body morphs into his form and he regains his appearance.

"This time was different, though. We had no time to prepare his body, so it was rushed, and the body chosen was not the most ideal. Orochimaru had plans of the body he wanted, so he could gain that person's powers as well, but it didn't happen as planned. And even after growing into his new body, Orochimaru still struggled with the sickness. It," Kabuto paused to catch his breath, "it was very taxing on him, and on me."

Saya's hands gripped the edge of her seat. He eyes had since moved away from Kabuto as images flashed through her head. She imagined Orochimaru sucking the soul out of strangers' bodies, and images of him bloodied and broken. Her eyes stung once again, which prompted her to close them.

"Would you like to know how?" Kabuto asked with a smirk. He could see her uneasiness all to clearly.

"No," Saya instantly shot. "I really don't. It's hellish."

The man's face flashed with anger. "If it wasn't for such hellishness, he would be dead." He watched as Saya shook her head and rose from her chair, clearly having heard enough. His tone turned harsh.

"And as for emotions," Kabuto quickly added to grab her attention, "Orochimaru has none. He cares for nothing and no one other than himself. It stems from both his nature and his training. Do yourself a favor and stop wasting your time. That man will never love you."

Saya's hands curled into fists. There was only so much she could take, even if she knew better than to argue with Kabuto. "I don't want him to love me. I never wanted any sort of care or love from him, ever. He started this, and he's still playing his game."

She pointed a finger at Kabuto. "So don't you dare act as if I am here because I am that desperate for him. I'm here because of what he did to me, and you know that. You're just pissed off at him for having this insane infatuation with me, and you're taking it out on me instead of him. I'm not your problem, Kabuto. He is. I don't want to be your enemy, so stop treating me like I am."

Without waiting for a reply or reaction, Saya quickly left for Tetsuya's room. Her day had turned from bad to worse. She wanted Orochimaru to hurry home, still not completely trusting of Kabuto to keep his temper from exploding again. The fact that the man causing both of their troubles was the one she wanted comfort from made her that much more angry.

Tetsuya was already in bed dozing off to sleep when Saya checked on him. She wanted to curl up with him, but she also didn't want to disturb him. He needed to be well rested when his father returned, as he would demand that Orochimaru spend the rest of the day with him.

Instead, Saya found herself back in Orochimaru's room. As her eyes finally let her tears fall, she collapsed on his bed and hugged one of the pillows. She cried into it, not entirely sure why she was. There were too many emotions running through her head, and how she felt about Orochimaru was gnawing away at her.

She didn't know whether to hate him or not. She had always wanted to, but she was finally coming to terms with the fact that she never could.

Over an hour passed, and all Saya could do was stare blankly at the wall after her eyes became too tired to cry anymore. She heard the door open casually behind her.

Thinking it was her son, she wiped at her eyes and rolled over with a grin. When she saw her visitor, her grinned dropped. She stared blankly at Orochimaru.

One of his black eyebrows rose. "I thought I told you-"

He stopped as Saya rolled over and away from him. "You're back early," she tiredly told him.

"It's storming quite badly," he lightly responded before he sat on the edge of the bed. He looked at Saya from over his shoulder. "Have you not been up?"

"I have," she sighed. "Kabuto upset me. Tetsuya's napping, so I came back here."

Orochimaru moved to sit beside her. He looked down at her face and carefully moved a lock of hair away. Saya didn't respond. His plaything was quickly wearing out.

"You were upset, so you came to my room?" he asked.

"It's more familiar," Saya responded as she closed her eyes. She sighed. "I'm so tired, Orochimaru."

She was done lying to herself and everyone around her as well. "I'm tired of all of this, all these feelings. I'm tired of you. We scream at each other and then turn around comforting each other. It's exhausting. But the worst part is, I can't walk away, and I don't even know why.

"And you know that," she continued as her thoughts continued to spill from her mouth. "This is all one big game for you, isn't it? I don't understand why you are the way you are. I want you to be someone else so badly-"

"Why is that?" Orochimaru interrupted her.

"Because then it would make sense!" she rasped. Tears started to build behind her eyelids. "If I was this drawn to someone who was decent, someone like Akira, I wouldn't feel like this. I wouldn't feel like something is wrong with me. But no, it has to be this selfish, abusive, sadistic snake."

Saya paused to think back on what she sad told Kabuto, about blaming the wrong person. Maybe Orochimaru wasn't the one to blame. He was just being as Saya described, being himself. It was her problem that she let herself become attracted and intrigued by him.

A small gasp escaped her lips as Orochimaru grabbed her by the jaw and forced her to look up at him. His eyes looked just as tired as hers. He held here there for a moment, not speaking, but just staring at her. Saya didn't know what to make of it.

"Stay with me," he almost whispered. "One more week."
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