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The Serpent's Child	By : Hedari Category: Naruto > General Views: 1737 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Manami's P.O.V
Auch!
I cursed to myself silently - I just cut my index finger by accident while cutting a carrot. So clumsy! Before my blood dripped on the vegetables, I quickly used my other hand to heal the wound.
I brought the hand to my face and stared at it for a moment - it was all good now. Great. I can continue my work.
The water in the pot was almost boiling, and I still had some things to do - cutting a couple of potatoes and a bit of leek. I should hurry up.
As soon as I started digging into the cooking process again, Kabuto showed up in the kitchen, making me frown. The last person I wanted to interfere me right now was him... Well, except for Uchiha. Yeah, he was even worse.
"Oh, Manami-chan! What are you doing?" He smirked at me the moment he saw me.
I glared at him as he tried to sneak a peek at the pot, but I pushed him to the side.
"Go away, Kabuto! I am busy right now."
He quickly scanned the kitchen table - it was a complete mess. Of course, that made him smirk even wider. Such a jerk...
"I see you are doing well," he snickered, grabbing an apple from nearby and digging his teeth into it.
"What are you doing?! Don't touch it!" I scolded at him, snatching it from his fingers and inspecting it suspiciously.
Wonderful... I won't be able to use it anymore. It's covered in Kabuto's saliva! That's disgusting!
"Why are you so mean, Manami-chan?" Kabuto frowned dramatically.
I snorted and threw the apple back at him, which he barely caught.
"Whatever, you made it useless. You can keep it."
I cursed to myself again as the boiling water splashed on my hand accidentally. I put the pieces of vegetables there. At least now it's almost done. I just have to wait for it to cook.
"So, who are you cooking for? For yourself? Or maybe for me?"
I rolled my eyes at Kabuto.
"You wish, idiot. I'm cooking for Orochimaru-sama."
Kabuto chuckled like an asshole again.
"Well, isn't that sweet. Good luck with that," he winked at me, taking another bite of the pure red apple.
We never had worry about cooking. Usually someone would bring the meals to the hideout from outside, the nearest village. This is usually done by one of Orochimaru-sama's servants. However, there was a small, simple kitchen. It was pretty dark, well, because it was a cave, so I brought extra candles. We had some basic foodstuffs here, so we could cook for ourselves. Kabuto sometimes cooked for me and Orochimaru-sama, and Sasuke... Well, I don't know. I never saw him eat.
"This needs a bit more salt," Kabuto commented after tasting the soup I was cooking.
I watched as he sprinkled some salt into it carefully and stirred it a few times. Well, I had to trust him...
"Thanks, I guess," I muttered and took the apples.
It was time to peel them now.
"What are those for?" Kabuto wondered, stroking his chin in thought.
I let out a deep sigh. I guess there was no way to get rid of him now.
"I want to bake an apple pie as well."
"All for Orochimaru-sama? Manami-chan..." Kabuto continued to tease me. "You are growing up so fast."
"Whatever, now get out," I mumbled, rolling my eyes at him again.
Such an idiot...
"I could help you if you stop being a brat, you just need to ask me nicely."
"Stop getting on my nerves, Kabuto. I don't have time for that."
"As you wish," Kabuto replied carelessly, throwing the apple's remains to the trash can.
He was about to leave the kitchen.
I frowned to myself. Actually, Kabuto's help would be pretty useful... It's already almost eight, and Orochimaru-sama still hasn't eaten his dinner. I need to hurry up.
"Wait, Kabuto..."
The gray-haired ninja turned to me with an evil smirk on his face.
"Can you lend me a hand, please...?"
He let out his annoying chuckle again and nodded, grabbing a knife from the table and turning it around in his hand.
"When you ask so nicely, I cannot refuse. Let's get to work, shall we?"
I intensively nodded, feeling a light smile creep up to my face.
"It looks delicious, Manami-chan. Great job," Kabuto praised my work, well, more like our work, as we both stared at the silver tray with a steamy bowl of vegetable soup and a neat slice of apple pie placed on it.
To be honest, it looked pretty yummy. I could feel the nice aroma coming from the food and it made me kind of hungry myself. But first I wanted to please Orochimaru-sama. That was the most important thing.
"Thank you, you helped a lot actually," I glanced at Kabuto, giving him a shy smile. "I will take this to Orochimaru-sama, then."
"I'm sure he will be pleased with your effort."
I smiled again, taking the tray to my hands and making my way to the door.
It was pretty heavy... I felt my forehead sweat as the clay bowl quivered, making the soup wave inside it. The last thing I need know is to drop the tray to the ground. Don't ruin it, Manami-chan...
Please, just this one time, don't be clumsy...
"Orochimaru-sama, can I come in?" I asked quietly as I approached my master's room.
My both hands were busy so I couldn't knock on the door.
"Yes, Manami-chan," Orochimaru-sama's voice echoed, making me shiver, like always.
I took a deep breath and bent down slightly, so my elbow could push the door handle. Luckily, it opened at the first try.
I stepped into the room slowly, staring at the tray, trying to be as careful as possible. I could feel my master's eyes on me.
"Orochimaru-sama... This is for you," I mumbled like a fool, feeling my cheeks blush.
I must look so stupid... I hope he doesn't think I am acting like an idiot. What if he doesn't even like my cooking? I should have tried out the food before giving it to him. Now it's too late... What if I messed up?
"How kind of you, my dear," Orochimaru-sama spoke out. "Come closer."
I glanced at him, and he had a smirk on his pale face. He looked so handsome... Seems like today he was feeling a bit better. This made me happy.
I approached him slowly and put the tray on the bedside table. Finally... I got rid of it. I felt like a heavy burden got away from my shoulders.
Orochimaru-sama leaned his back against the wall and got more comfortable.
"Did you make this?" He asked me calmly, eying the food I've brought to him.
I couldn't read his expression at all.
"Yes," I replied silently, feeling my heart pick up the pace.
"I'm excited to try it, then."
I watched as he picked up the bowl of soup, bringing it closer to his face. He is about to taste it... Oh dear... Why is he taking so long? The spoon was getting closer to his mouth so slowly... This was making me sweat nervously. My heart was about to explode.
"Mmm, it's delicious, Manami-chan," Orochimaru-sama smirked, making me sigh in relief.
I smiled and sat down beside my master, watching him eat. I hope I was not being creepy... But he looked so good, even when he was merely eating. I could not take my eyes away from him. It wasn't often that I saw Orochimaru-sama eat... So handsome...
"What's wrong, dear?" He chuckled at me, giving me a playful smirk. "You look hungry."
His eyes glistened at me dangerously and I blushed again.
"Everything is f-fine, Orochimaru-sama... Please, try the dessert as well," I uttered when I noticed his bowl was already empty.
He nodded calmly and took the plate into his hands. He seemed to enjoyed this as well, too. He took his time, savoring the taste of the apple pie, well, at least so it seemed to me.
"I did not know you can cook so well, darling," Orochimaru-sama hissed after finishing his dinner.
I gasped as he suddenly took my hand in his and brought it closer to his face. I could feel my face getting really red.
Our eyes met. His snake-like orbs pierced my soul, capturing it in an iron grasp.
"When I marry you, you are going to be a great wife," Orochimaru-sama whispered and pressed my hand against his lips, kissing it lightly.
My heart dropped to my knees. Me, Orochimaru-sama's wife? Will he... Will he marry me?
I gazed at his face. His eyes were closed. He looked pretty peaceful, which was quite a rare sight. But his eyes shot open, and a so familiar dark smirk made its way to his pale lips. He eyed me again, scanning my whole body. I could see his eyes stop at my chest for a second, then go up to my face. It felt like he wasn't just looking at me, he was touching me... His orbs were... So alive...
"Orochimaru-s-sama..."
This was the only thing I could utter out, as my master was taking over me.
Orochimaru-sama chuckled slightly and let my hand go.
"My Manami-chan... I need to rest tonight," he spoke to me and quickly noticed my disappointed expression. "But do not worry, dear. We will see each other again soon. Very soon."
I sighed. I kind of expected him to ask me to stay with him over the night, but I guess I was being selfish... After all, he was sick...
"As you say, Orochimaru-sama," I said, getting up from the bed and taking the tray with empty dishes to my hands. "Rest well and have a good night."
I made my way towards the door. The tray felt much lighter now. My hands weren't shaking anymore.
"Manami-chan."
I stopped as soon as he uttered my name, I stopped dead in my tracks.
"Yes, Orochimaru-sama?"
"Sasuke-kun... He will be mine after three days."
I felt my throat shrink as he said those words. Sasuke...
He will be a part of Orochimaru-sama. He will be... Gone.
"I am really happy to hear that, Orochimaru-sama," I turned my head over my shoulder and glanced at my master.
He was smirking. I forced a smile upon my face.
"Good night," I said quietly and left his room.
The empty bowl and the plate touched and made a clinky sound. My hands were trembling slightly again.
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