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Mend Me	By : AccioLucius Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 4140 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AN: Orochimaru is one slick, charming bastard in this chapter. Prepare yourselves.

Chapter 22

A date.

Orochimaru, the man who had cursed, tortured, harassed, abused, and infuriated her wanted to take her out on a date.

Well, while that wasn't his exact word, because the man himself even refused to call it that, Saya knew it for what it was. The man proposed a night alone participating in the Haru Festival's nightly activities. Akira had even taken her to some of them in previous years, and if Saya was certain about anything, it was that the festival was nothing but a romantic atmosphere after sundown.

Saya's fellow coworker and one of her closest friends Hitomi had agreed to watch Tetsuya for the night. She was also an unwed mother with a son, which made the two women grow that much closer to each other over recent years. While her son Mitsuho was a few years older than Tetsuya, the two of them had formed a great bond.

Tetsuya was all too happy to leave his parents for the night if it meant a sleepover. They did have a late dinner together before he was dropped off, but afterward Saya and Orochimaru set off for the festival alone. She was extremely happy to see that his disguise had been shed and he was his normal, pale self again.

Orochimaru had also shed his shinobi attire, opting instead for a deep purple kimono. Saya matched with a bright blue one of her own.

"Are you sure it's safe, though?" she asked as they were swallowed by a crowd of people. The street was much busier than it had been earlier that day.

"It's dark," Orochimaru replied. "Besides, it won't matter soon enough."

Saya raised an eyebrow as he led the two of them to a large tented area. She could hear music coming from inside, loud cellos and violins that were almost haunting, and lights flickered against the fabric of the tent. Orochimaru lifted the tent flap for her to enter.

When she did, Saya gasped in wonder. It was a masquerade ball. Everyone within the tent, even the staff, wore decorative masks. While most of the men's were devilish in nature with pointy horns and fangs, the women ranged from traditional to animal depictions.

The lights flickering from outside were lanterns that were strung all throughout the tent. The musicians were just as scattered, with the violinists dancing along with the crowd.

Grabbing her hand, Orochimaru led Saya over to the hostess table. The wall behind it was covered in masks ready to be worn. They were greeted by a young man and woman who collected their entry fee and passed out their masks. Orochimaru chose a golden demon with large horns. While it did cover most of this face, and his trademark eye markings, it left his mouth exposed to show off this own fangs.

Saya instantly recognized how the mask matched his eyes, so she searched the wall for a silver mask to match her own. It was hard, but Saya finally settled on a small sliver butterfly mask that covered just her eyes.

When they were both adjusted, Orochimaru took her hands in his and led her to the center of the dance floor. As he held and led her gently, Saya stared up at him in awe.

"I had no idea," was all she could manage. She didn't know what to point out first. Choosing such a romantic place, his ability to dance, his gentleness…

"I told you it would be a surprise you like." He sneered at her, but it was also playful.

Orochimaru spun them around until Saya was nearly dizzy. They were closer to the band where the music was much clearer. A waitress soundless and gracefully approached them with a tray of pink drinks.

Without even asking, she handed Saya a drink. "Martini for the lady," she commented before turning to Orochimaru, "and rum for the lord."

They both took their drinks, but Saya almost blanched at the woman's wording. Ignoring her, the waitress danced off with a smile.

"Just a coincidence," Orochimaru told her as he downed his strawberry rum all at once.

Saya bit her lip, but she knew he was right. It was simply the theme of the party. She sipped at her drink slowly at first, but then finished it quickly. It was the perfect blend of alcohol and strawberry soda. "I can't remember the last time I had a drink," she almost laughed. Her pregnancy had left her protectiveness over her body to become an actual lifestyle.

Orochimaru merely smirked at her as another waitress glided by to take the empty glasses.

The melody was then starting to slow, and so were they. While both of his hands dropped to her waist, Saya dared to put hers behind his head.

As they were pressed closer together, Saya stared up at him again. "When did you learn to dance? Or be romantic, or nice?"

Orochimaru's eyelids dropped, giving her a sultry gaze in return. "I learned when I was very young. A shinobi never knows where his duties will take him, and it's important to be able to adapt and flawlessly blend in to any situation."

"As for romance," he breathed as he stared deep into her eyes, "women are easy to charm, Saya. Darkness, mystery and danger are the keys to their excitement. This atmosphere is made of all three elements. The dark lighting, the mystery of strangers behind masks, and the dangers of not knowing who they really are…even I am able to walk freely.

"And of course the man himself is also important," he continued in his low voice. "If, like this masquerade ball, a man can be dark, mysterious, and dangerous, he too is just as charming."

Saya blinked slowly up at him as the slow melody continued. "This party is a metaphor for you. The key to my excitement is you."

Orochimaru flashed his fangs as he smirked at her. "You catch on quick."

"It's very poetic," Saya whispered. One of her hands stroked his hair as they both still lay over his shoulders.

The music was beginning to pick up again, but the two of them had slowly made it to the shadowy edge of the dance floor. A small bar sat just to the right of them.

Their eyes locked for a moment and neither said a word. Saya continued to mindlessly stroke his silky black hair.

"Why can't you be like this all the time?" she finally asked without taking her eyes off his. "Not just exciting, but kind."

Orochimaru's eyes began to harden. "Kindness is not part of who I am."

"Then this is a ruse," she replied as her hand stopped. "Unless the drinks are spiked and the staff are serial killers in disguise, at the end of the night this ball with leave everyone happy, safe, and carefree. You're not like this place. Yes, you're both full of charming qualities, but a woman needs more than that. She needs kindness, not sadism.

"There's still a lot I don't know about you, Orochimaru, but I know enough to know you've had a troubled past. I'm starting to wonder if you'll also have a troubled future ahead of you, but it's no excuse to terrorize every person you come across. Even if you're so emotionally scarred that you really don't have the ability to care for people, it can't stop you from trying."

Orochimaru gazed at her a moment before replying. "Would you rather me trick you into thinking I'm someone I'm not?"

"You're doing it now," Saya almost spat. She started to lower to arms, but Orochimaru squeezed her hips firmly in warning. "You're trying to trick me into thinking you can give me something you can't. You just said you couldn't. But if some small part of you does want to make me smile, and feel happy and safe, then you damn well better admit to it."

He squeezed her hips even harder then. "Let's not argue tonight, Saya. Our banter and bickering can be entertaining, but this constant arguing is wearing thin. If you're having fun, then enjoy it. Not every single move I make is about getting you back to bed."

Saya let her hands slide to his chest. "You're right," she breathed. She looked up at him apologetically. "I'm sorry."

"You're so tense," the man pointed out.

"Can you blame me?" Saya sighed. Her hands finally fell from his body, but Orochimaru caught them with his own. He pulled Saya over to the bar, where two waitresses were handing out more of the pink strawberry drinks.

Orochimaru grabbed another martini for Saya and two glasses of rum for himself. He drank the first one instantly, but held on to the second as Saya slowly started to sip at her own drink. She stared at him cautiously, which caused the man to smirk.

"How's your shoulder?" he asked as he finally took a seat at the bar. Saya leaned against it beside him.

The nurse cocked her head, but more to herself than at his question. Saya hadn't even thought about it lately, but now she was noticing that it was uncharacteristically calm. Perhaps she wasn't as tense as they both thought, but then again, Orochimaru wasn't trying to peel her clothes off or dragging her around with his bone-crushing grip.

"It's fine, actually," Saya replied as she sipped at the rest of her drink. She didn't need to share any more than that with him. Orochimaru smirked slightly, but whether it was a simple acknowledgment or from irritation, Saya couldn't tell.

After drinking his last glass of rum, the two of them fell silent. Saya watched the rest of the partygoers as they danced and laughed around them. She envied them. They were all probably husbands and wives or young couples dating. There was a slim to none chance there was another Saya and Orochimaru floating around in that crowd. While it was depressing that she felt so alone with her situation, Saya was glad of the slim chance of anyone else being in such a mess.

"You two should grab one last dance while you can," the bartender called to them. "We'll be wrapping up for the night soon."

With an awkward grin, Saya let Orochimaru lead them back into crowd. Instead of staring up at him, Saya let her head rest against the man's shoulder. She was only half paying attention to the music and the people around her. A faint grin did paint her face, though. Orochimaru's graceful steps calmed her more than the alcohol swimming around her system.

The violinists were beginning to thin from the crowd to join the other musicians. As the music slowed and the volume dropped, a man in a large peacock mask approached the stage. "As we bring tonight to a close," the man announced, prompting everyone to slow to halt, "I'd like to thank you all for joining us tonight. Now, we all know that the Haru Festival is a celebration of spring, but let us not forget that with the warming of the sun and the blossoming of the flowers, that spring is also the season of love. So-"

"Come on," Orochimaru whispered to Saya. He tore her attention away from the man as he continued to speak, leading her away back to the entrance of the tent.

"And for those of leaving early to celebrate in your own way," the announcer continued as more couples began to leave. This earned him giggles and laughs. "Before you leave us tonight, at least humor us as well share a simple kiss."

The crowd grew quiet as they smiled and turned towards their partners. All around them couples embraced as their lips met. Saya watched with longing, but was quickly torn away as Orochimaru pulled them through the tent flap.

"Disgusting," he commented as he led them to a quiet corner behind the tent.

Saya nearly scoffed. "I think it's sweet."

"A room full of twisting tongues responding to an empty command?"

"Well, when you put it so beautifully," Saya grumbled. She rolled her eyes and looked away to her fellow villages still crowding the street. Perhaps Orochimaru really didn't grasp the concept of romance.

"A dark corner with a single pair of twisting tongues, however," he nearly whispered as he turned Saya's face back to his. She barely had time to register his actions until his lips were on hers.

Saya moaned lighting into his mouth, more from surprise than actual pleasure. But as his hand moved to let her hair down and comb it out, she felt her stomach flutter. It was short lived, as Orochimaru stopped as quickly as he started. His eyes were glassy as he pulled away and gazed down at her.

Am I ready for this, Saya asked herself. Her shoulder began to prickle warmly as the man's eyes continued to tear into hers. Maybe I'm not supposed to be truly happy; maybe this is how my life is supposed to be.

As her eyes tailed down to the man's mouth, Saya's thin sliver of thought left her mind. She inhaled loudly as she grabbed Orochimaru by the head, pulling him to her parted lips. They crashed together roughly, causing Orochimaru to groan in the back of this throat.

Saya was harsh and forceful as her tongue found his. The back of her mind was screaming for her to stop, that she was destroying what happiness she had found after leaving this man. But at the same time, it was exactly what she wanted. For once she was going to be selfish and let herself have what she wanted.

Just as their bodies were beginning to relax around one another, a soft package hit the two of them on the head. They tore apart suddenly, coughing as a thick pink powder rained down onto their faces. Giggling could be heard from the street as two boys ran away with more packages in their arms. Orochimaru growled and started to stalk after them, but Saya held him back.

"Stop," she half coughed, half laughed.

"There's nothing more I despise than I bratty child," Orochimaru hissed. He began to wipe the powder from his robe. "What is this?"

More giggling could be heard from the street, and even a few screams of surprise. The two walked back to the edge of the street. The boys were still running, pelting whoever they could with their powdery packages. As they hit, puffs of pink, purple, green, and orange filled the air.

"Cornstarch bombs," Saya smirked at him. "I used to do it when I was a kid. Relax," she added as the man scowled at her. She sighed with a devious grin when his expression changed. "Fine, let's go home and wash this off."

Instead of walking around the stands and vendors set up along the streets, Saya led them along the road. More colorful bombs were thrown at them, completely covering them in the thick powder. Each time they were hit, Orochimaru growled laugher and louder. To keep from laughing, Saya had to bite her lip so hard she practically tasted blood.

"Don't worry," she started as they finally reached the outskirts of the village, "I don't think anyone's going to know the man covered in pink and purple powder is the great Orochimaru."

They entered Saya's home silently, stopping downstairs only long enough to finally take their masks off. Saya bit her tongue to keep from laughing at the cornstarch beard the mask's exposed area had created on the man's face.

Saya awkwardly showed Orochimaru upstairs and to her bedroom. The man stopped just inside the door as she stepped toward her private bathroom and turned the light on.

She nodded towards him, ignoring the fact that he was observing her room. "I'll go ahead and start cleaning our clothes while you're in there. Just hand it through the door when it's off."

Orochimaru began untying his kimono as he walked passed Saya. He only gave a quick glance in her direction before disappearing behind the bathroom door. His hand reappeared a moment later holding his brightly stained robe.

As she heard the water start to run and her shower doors close, Saya finally let out a small giggle and headed to the laundry room. She slipped out of her own kimono to join Orochimaru's in the washing machine.

In nothing but her underwear, she hurriedly returned to her bedroom to find some clean clothes. When she got there though, her attention was drawn to the light coming from the bathroom. Her room was dark, and Orochimaru wouldn't be coming out for several minutes, so she sighed and sat down on the edge of her bed. Her stomach was still fluttering. Anxiety from their interruption was also pounding along with her heart.

Tears began to form in her eyes as she briefly thought of Akira. She hated this situation, and in that moment she hated herself more than anything, because before she realized it, Saya's legs were propelling her towards the man in her shower.
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