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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 26
“Hi, sleepy.”
The sun was finally setting on the horrible day both Saya and Akira had shared. He lay bruised and sore on Saya’s sofa, waking from a much needed, long, nap. Saya stayed by his side the entire time he was asleep. While asleep, Saya’s broken door had already been repaired. She hadn’t called for anyone, so she found it odd when one of the village’s carpenters showed up at her front door. She suspected Orochimaru sent someone for him, and while the thought made her want to deny the service, she couldn’t be without a door.
Akira grinned awkwardly at her as he stirred. He had been immediately treated as Orochimaru turned his back to them and walked away. Saya cried the entire time, over both men. What happened to Akira was thankfully less gruesome than it appeared. Deep bruising inside and along his torso and puncture wounds were all that the fight left him with. While it was very painful, they were both thankful no damage had been done to his organs or bones.
“You may have to cut the conversation short,” he replied with a yawn. His eyelids drooped from the pain medication and muscle relaxers Saya had retrieved for him. She was thankful that, while she was only a nurse, the doctors she worked beside were very helpful and trusting of her. Otherwise, they would be in a small, white room at the hospital.
Saya sat in a chair next to him on the sofa. Her hair was in a messy ponytail and she was still in the white kimono she had threw on in a hurry that morning. Small dots of blood stained the collar. The woman’s jaw clenched every time they caught her eye.
“You’re going to need a lot of rest, anyway,” she replied softly. “I think I will too.”
“Are you sad?” Akira asked.
She frowned, knowing he wasn’t talking about himself, but Orochimaru. “I don’t want to get too deep into that right now,” she honestly told him. “I’m still shaken up, but really, all I care about right now is making sure you’re ok.”
“Alright,” he simply replied.
Saya knew that he was upset with her, as well. She couldn’t blame him.
“And are you feeling ok? Better, I mean?”
The man shuffled a bit on the sofa. “It’s not hurting too bad. I’ll gladly take the drowsiness as an exchange.” He finished with a yawn.
Akira’s eyes shut as he started to drift back off to sleep. Saya figured it was a good time to finally leave him be and get some rest herself. She nervously picked at her sleeves. While she knew Akira was grateful for her help, she also couldn’t help but feel he was still angry with her.
“I’ll be upstairs if you need me, ok? I’m going to take a bath and probably head to bed.”
He simply nodded his head, which told Saya she was ok to leave. She sighed to herself as she did so.
Making her way up the stairs and past Tetsuya’s room, she let herself zone out. Her son was asleep, Akira was falling back to sleep for the night, so now it was her turn to rest. She had cried a great deal during the day, until she felt like she couldn’t anymore. Saya needed the comfort of a warm bath to soothe her, even if just a little.
Lazily, she untied and slipped off her kimono and let it fall to the floor. As she sat on the edge of the bathtub, pouring a calming lavender soak into the rising water, Saya used her foot to shift the white material until those blood stains were covered. She even considered throwing it away.
Her midnight blue hair still hung messily as she submerged herself into the bath. She didn’t care if the bubbles got caught in it. All she cared about was the warm water that instantly sunk into her aching body. She thought she had been exhausted before, but this was different. Saya let her eyes close as she lay her head back.
A loud sigh was the only sound in the room before it went quiet.
Saya hugged herself, not feeling quite right. She was relaxed at first, but the longer she sat there, the more uneasy she became. And then her shoulder began to prickle with pain. Saya bit her lip, hoping it was just her mind, and the distance between the two, making her curse mark irritated. But something pulled at her until she turned to see that familiar pale figure standing in the doorway.
She hugged her arms closer to her chest, blinking hard until she turned back away.
“Just go,” she managed in just a whisper.
She could hear as Orochimaru stepped into the room and closer to her. Saya simply sat still, listening as he stepped even closer until his footsteps stopped just behind her. Her eyes were still shut, but she could sense the man as he kneeled down.
A moment passed as neither of them moved or said a word to each other. Saya let him kneel there. She knew she couldn’t get rid of him, but she didn’t have to acknowledge him any more than she already had
Orochimaru knew this, as well. He also knew that this woman was broken. His face was blank, with no intention of toying her, as he lift a hand and ran his fingers through her hair, pulling it loose. Saya bit her lip as it fell to her shoulders. She bit even harder as the man continued gently combing with his hand.
She felt her eyes begin to sting, and before tears could leave her eyes, Saya carefully pushed his hand away and turned to face him. Orochimaru’s face was still blank. Saya searched the man’s eyes, and they looked just as tired as she felt.
“You can’t be here,” she told him calmly. Her voice was steady.
Orochimaru blinked slowly. It was then that Saya realized that Akira’s slice to his face remained, and there was slight bruising from her own assault. “But I am,” he simply told her.
“Did you walk through the front door, have a good laugh at what you’ve done?” Saya asked with a bitter tone.
“I could care less,” he told her as their gazes met. “I came for you.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” Saya shot.
He smirked at her. “Not like that.” He was uncharacteristically calm. There was no trace of that smooth malice that made up this man.
Saya sighed as she shifted in her bath. “After everything I said to you, why do you feel or think that wasting one more second on me is even a sensible idea?”
“I don’t,” the sannin responded with a hard tone. He clenched his jaw just as Saya narrowed her eyes at him. Calming his voice, he continued. “But as I said, here I am. I believe I have told you once before my reasons behind these actions, reasons you apparently couldn’t handle at the time. I still stand behind them, even if they are a hindrance.”
Orochimaru’s gaze was hard as he stared at her. “You can’t imagine the disgust I felt toward myself after that admission. Especially after begging for a reason to all this madness, you tell me to stop when I try. I am a highly prideful man, Saya. The trust that I require from others is insurmountable. You, who I still barely know, slipped passed that requirement. And not only did you manage, but you tossed aside what you gained from it.”
Saya stared back at the man with a mixed expression. “Are you trying to tell me that I hurt your feelings?”
“I wouldn’t phrase it that way,” the man sneered briefly. “More...betrayed, for lack of a better word. I expected you to show gratitude, to be appreciative that I opened up to you.”
“It’s hard to feel appreciative when you’re being treated as a sex slave.” Saya stared Orochimaru down, wanting to see his expression.
An eyebrow cock was the only change to his face as he stared calmly back at her. “That’s a ridiculous accusation, Saya.”
“Is it?” she hissed at him. “You placed a curse on me that pushed me to sleep with you, caused me to be aroused by you when I shouldn’t be, caused erotic dreams, put me in agony when I tried to be with Akira…”
“Only certain effects are because of the curse. Don’t sit here and lie to me, acting like I twisted your mind and forced your consent when you wanted it just as badly on your own.”
Saya squared her shoulders. “That may be, but I still stand behind what I said. You may not have been yourself while you were injured, and I know I pushed your buttons on purpose at times, but there was no need to curse me. I could have been yours and no one else’s, as you like to remind me, in a better way.”
Orochimaru dropped his gaze as he sighed at her. “What’s done is done, Saya. Neither of us can change that.” He paused as he clenched his jaw. “I also told you placing that curse was impulsive, a mistake if you will. I’ve simply made what I could out of it since.”
Another moment of silence passed before his eyes rose to meet hers again. Saya was, however, looking over her shoulder at the curse mark on her right shoulder. “What does it mean?” she almost whispered.
“The intersecting symbols represent our union.”
Saya looked up to raise an eyebrow of her own.
“Intercourse,” Orochimaru nearly hissed. He raised his hand to the mark on her shoulder and traced the lines. “This,” he started as he traced along the upper V shape, “is you. It represents your womb.” Orochimaru then placed his finger and began to trace along the lower, upside down V shape. “Here is myself. It represents penetration. And this,” he paused to point to the center, “in the middle is where our symbols cross to create a third, which represents conception.”
“The reason you have a son, Saya, is because of this curse.” Orochimaru then let his palm rest against her shoulder, which was radiating a fair amount of heat.
Saya still had her head turned as she bit her lip and looked up at the man. “Did you mean for me to get pregnant? Did you know this and know I would eventually come back because of it?”
Orochimaru sighed loudly, keeping his hand on her shoulder. “I knew there was a possibility. I can no longer reproduce naturally, but this curse obviously changes that. It is…difficult to explain. That wasn’t my intention, though. I placed the curse to increase your arousal and prevent another man from experiencing it.”
“How romantic,” Saya mumbled. She looked down as Orochimaru let his hand fall away from her. What she always thought was a simple X shape was so much more than that. “But at least now I know.”
“Now that your curiosity is satisfied,” Orochimaru almost sighed, “does it make you feel better or worse?”
Saya slid further down into the warm water. She stared down at the fizzing bubbles a moment before she finally answered. “I don’t know,” she whispered.
And she didn’t. The curse had brought a myriad of problems to her over the years, and continued still, but it was the only reason she had Tetsuya. “At least something good came from it,” she mumbled as she finished her thought out loud.
Orochimaru didn’t respond to her, only continuing to kneel by her side.
“Why do you want me all to yourself?” Saya suddenly asked. While the man was in an honest mood, she wanted to see just how much truth she could get out of him.
What she couldn’t see was how badly the man’s face went from calm to drawn up in frustration. “I believe we went over that just days ago, Saya. And as I mentioned earlier, you didn’t want to hear it.”
She pounced on him, prepared for that response. “But you can’t tell me again, now?”
Saya turned in her bath to look back at him, but Orochimaru just looked back at her with that same expression. His eyes even drilled into hers as he sat there silent.
“You’re not just full of pride,” Saya started calmly, narrowing her own eyes, “but you’re also a damn coward.”
“Enlighten me,” he finally responded. He kept that same look, only breaking his stare as he slowly blinked.
“All that talk of not having emotions, save for anger. You do have emotions, other emotions, and that scares you. It may not be the first time it’s happened, but either way you don’t know what to do. You can’t even talk about them without shutting down or flying into a rage. You’re scared.”
“You have enough emotional outbursts for the two of us, Saya,” Orochimaru nearly hissed. “Forgive me for showing restraint-”
“You’re not restraining, you’re completely blocking,” she cut him off. “I’m not one of your damn shinobi pawns. Neither is your son.”
Eyes still narrowed, Orochimaru opened his mouth to speak, but he stopped. He sighed heavily through his nose as he closed his mouth and clenched his jaw. “For someone that seemed so heartbroken over the details of my youth, someone with a sense of similarity, you are quick to judge how these foreign experiences and emotions are acted upon.”

Saya softened her gaze, but Orochimaru wasn’t done.

“Decades of conditioning cannot be undone in a manner of days, Saya, no matter the situation or those involved.”

Saya thought back to days earlier, when they briefly talked about Orochimaru’s lack of love in his life, not just in a romantic way, but a lack of love from friends and family. How they both lost their parents as children. It did make her feel sad for him, especially the way he considered love to be “distraction”. And here he was now, acting on a distraction.

“I guess I didn’t think of it that way,” she told him softly.

Orochimaru blinked slowly at her again. “I told you, I’m only a monster when you force me to be.”

With that, he finally rose to his feet. Saya looked up at him as he turned his back and walked back into the bedroom.

Saya twisted her mouth and looked down at her hands that were starting to prune. She knew she wasn’t going to be able to relax now, so she grabbed a towel hanging on the edge of the tub and stood up. Water swished down the drain as she tied the towel around herself and brushed her hair out.

It wasn’t until she reached to turn the light off that she saw Orochimaru sitting on the edge of her bed. It was a stark contrast to when he sat there the night before. She lingered there for a minute and stared at him. Orochimaru stared back at her with a strange expression on his face. He almost looked sad, if not defeated.

“Are you staying the night?” Saya asked him flatly.

Orochimaru shifted his eyes, looking up at her. “May I?”

He would have to ask so politely. He would have to ask at all.

“I am still very angry with you.” Saya stopped as she rubbed at her forehead. “But it’s late, I’m tired…just stay up here, ok? I don’t want to argue, I just want to get some sleep.”

Without waiting for a response, Saya turned the bathroom light off, leaving only moonlight to fill the room. She walked into her closet to change her towel for a robe to sleep in. Once changed, she looked up to see Orochimaru disrobing himself and getting into her bed. Akira would kill her.

But she was tired and she did just want to sleep, so with her back turned, she crawled into bed with Orochimaru and closed her eyes.

But of course, sleep wouldn’t come. With what she had seen earlier, what had happened to Akira, how could she sleep as peacefully as the man next to her?

Saya wasn’t sure what time it was, only that it had to be early morning, when she eventually creeped out of her bed to make her way downstairs. She could check on Akira and even fall asleep in the chair next to him if need be.

But it turned out that Saya was not the only one awake, as she found Akira sitting up on the sofa sipping on a glass of water. She grinned in his direction as she finished descending the stairs and approached him.

“Are you ok?” she asked him.

He simply nodded, gulping down the rest of the glass. “Just really thirsty. Can’t you get to sleep?”

Saya settled into the chair next to him. “Not at all,” she told him with a sigh. “My head is killing me.”

“Are you ok?” Akira asked her. He shifted in his seat as he set the now empty glass on a table beside him. He winced in pain as his gaze landed on Saya’s face.

She stared blankly at him at first, resting the side of her head in her hand. She could lie, but she didn’t have the energy to. She also didn’t have the energy to argue, but either way, she felt she needed to say something.

Still staring at Akira, Saya bit her lip. “Orochimaru is upstairs.” Her voice was stern.

Akira’s eyes widened and his mouth parted. But before he could say anything, Saya continued.

“We talked for a few minutes. I made it very clear that I’m still upset. It was late, we both wanted to sleep, so I said he could stay, but obviously that’s not working…”

Akira continued to look at Saya with that same expression. It was hard to pin down. He didn’t look angry, but he was bothered. He laced his fingers together and learned forward.

“You talked for a few minutes,” he mumbled almost to himself. “Did you ask him why he came back?”

“I did. He just said it was for me…I don’t even know how long he’d been waiting or where he came from.”

Saya still had her head in her hand. She simply looked at Akira and waited for a response. And he didn’t give one right away. Instead, his gaze blurred as he looked toward to the floor, falling deep into thought. He was silent for a few minutes before finally muttering, “I may have an idea.”

Raising her eyebrows, Saya waited for him to continue.

“Ok,” Akira sighed, “while you were gone, I kept running scenarios through my head. How to take the curse away, finding someone who could help, or finding a way to weaken it. Just something to put an end to this. And for awhile I sat on a plan that may work, because it wouldn’t just be helping us, it would be helping an entire village.”

“Saya I’ve talked with some of the guys here, even to some shinobi passing through. The Sound Village and the Leaf Village are in the middle of some sort of conflict. Orochimaru is a highly wanted man right now, has been for some time. We have leverage to exchange for their help.”

Saya sat up straight now. It was a lot to process as tired as she was. “So, what would we be exchanging? And how are we so sure they would be able to help us?”

“Information,” Akira shrugged, “or possibly even the bastard himself. We obviously can’t capture him, but we can trick him. If you could convince him to stay in one spot, somewhere that’s not his own, I could get word to the Leaf Village of his location. They could prepare an ambush and capture him themselves.”

“And what, take him as a prisoner of war?” Saya asked with agitation. “What does that do for us, or even for me? Just this much distance from the compound almost killed me, Akira.”

Akira got quiet then and stared at Saya. It was hard to read how she was following along with this idea, but her tone told him she thought it less than perfect. He continued in almost a whisper.

“Saya, what is the way you could have permanent distance and never be bothered again?”

Her stomach dropped then. She knew exactly what Akira was implying. Yes, it could work. But even after everything that had happened, not once had that ever crossed Saya’s mind. She wouldn’t have it.

“No,” she said through gritted teeth. “That’s not the answer. That’s not my answer.”

“Saya, just think for a second,” Akira pushed back. “He’s never going to lift this curse, even if he can. The Hokage of the Leaf Village, she’s one of the three sannin. She was Orochimaru’s teammate when he still operated for the Leaf Village. She can help you.”

“That’s not a guarantee, Akira. If Orochimaru can’t lift it, how could someone else? Either way, he would still be in danger.”

“But that’s the point,” Akira stopped and trailed off. “How can you be quick to defend him?”

“I just don’t want anyone to die, Akira. Especially not for me. You, Orochimaru, anyone.” Saya looked away from Akira. She could almost feel heat radiating from her shoulder where her curse mark lay.

“I would be more than grateful for any help in getting rid of this,” she continued as she laid a hand on that shoulder, “but no one needs to be hurt in the process. If this woman can help, that would be great, but I’ll say it again, I can’t agree if it means that he gets hurt.”

Saya turned back to Akira as her eyes started to tear. He shook his head at her.

“I understand that, Saya, really.” He stopped to rub a hand across his face. “But do you understand that this is the end of the road? We can’t go back. Either he goes or I do. He won’t have it otherwise, and we both know that. If he hasn’t walked away from you by now, he won’t. Even after today, he’s upstairs in your bed.”

Akira looked at her with defeat then. It broke Saya’s heart. She didn’t want any of this, and she couldn’t ask Akira to keep fighting for her. Her eyes spilled over as she kept her gaze on Akira.

“He can’t be hurt,” she finally whispered. “Do you understand that? Tell them what you have to, but I can’t see him get hurt.”

They stared at each other a moment then, Saya’s eyes stinging as tears continued to roll from them. She didn’t know what to do. Yes, she wanted the curse taken away, just not at that cost. Was it even possible to reach out to these people without putting Orochimaru in danger?

“Can we not contact them without mentioning him?” Saya asked.

“They’re going to know where that curse mark came from,” Akira replied. “If there is any doubt, once Tetsuya is discovered, they’ll know for sure who you’re involved with. I think it’s better that we’re honest and upfront about this situation instead of dodging around the details. They’re more likely to want to help if you’re seen as a victim, and you are.”

“I just don’t know.” Saya curled her legs up to her chest and hugged herself. “There’s a lot that could go wrong. And even if go through with this, I can’t keep him here. He won’t agree to that. He’ll know something is happening.”
“He’s here now isn’t he?” Akira stressed. “You can’t let him take you off somewhere. I won’t know where you are, and won’t be able to get help to you if we get that far. Convince him.”

Saya just narrowed her eyes at him.

“Give me a few days to rest up,” Akira continued when she failed to reply. “I’ll stay next door at home and slip out of the village then. I have a few guys that I can take with me. If Orochimaru notices, pretend that you and I are done. Tell him I’m leaving and get clingy with him. Maybe he’ll relax and stay awhile if you ask him.”

“You have thought a lot about this,” Saya mumbled. She sat her head down on her knees and sighed. “It may work. But if you come back and have any of these people with you, and Orochimaru is here, what good will that do? He’ll just…kill them.”

“That’s the only kink in the plan,” Akira sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “I was hoping you would agree to handing him over. The Leaf Village would probably have units brought in to make sure he couldn’t escape, maybe even the other two sannin to help.”

“I can’t,” Saya said as she suddenly stood. “It’s too much of a risk. Either way, someone is going to get hurt in the end. I don’t want all of this trouble. Our little village doesn’t need that amount of attention, either.”

She took a deep breath as she turned and headed back towards the staircase. “If you can think of a way around that, please let me know. But I can’t go along with this plan as it stands now.”

Saya stopped and looked back to Akira still sitting on the sofa. It hurt her so badly to do this. She knew all he wanted to do was help, but not at this expense. How could he expect her to so easily follow a plan to get the man killed?

“Think on it,” Akira told her as he looked at the ceiling, “but I guess that will be hard with him right beside you.”

“Please don’t,” Saya replied flatly. She was too tired to argue or even think about this anymore. With her head pounding, she finally pushed herself to return upstairs in hopes of sleep.

She quietly slipped back into her bedroom, closing the door behind her. That didn’t stop Orochimaru from raising his head up at the sound, staring blankly at her as she stood there.

The room was eerily quiet, with only the sound of faint thunder in the distance.

Saya felt all the energy she had left drop down to her feet as her nerves got the better of her. She didn’t say a word as she rounded the bed and sat back down in the place she had been laying. Orochimaru watched her, staring as she sat there.

She kept her head down. Maybe there was something wrong with her. Why would she want to protect this man? She traced her memories of the two of them together. There was plenty of headache and aggravation, if not a trace of fear. But they weren’t all bad memories. Her stomach twisted into a knot.

“Something on your mind?” he finally asked her.

Saya moved her eyes in his direction but didn’t lift her head up. As much as she didn’t want to aid in getting this man hurt, she also didn’t want the curse anymore. There had to be a middle ground, a way to play both sides.

“Sit up,” she finally whispered.

Orochimaru complied, sitting up and turning toward her. Saya finally raised her head to look at him then. Despite being woken up, the man had a calm look to his face. For a moment she just sat there, taking in his gaze.

She would come up with her own plan.

Her eyes we still wet from the moment before, which worked perfectly for her as she leaned in to gently press her lips against his. Orochimaru certainly wasn’t expecting this, as he was reluctant to return her kiss at first. But he did, and it was very different from any kiss they had shared before. It wasn’t forceful or heated, but calm.

That kiss deepened as Saya leaned into Orochimaru, pushing his back against the pillows. She even crawled into his lap as her weight settled down on top of his. It was in this moment that Saya expected him to say something sarcastic or condescending. But he didn’t. Instead he just simply cupped the side of her head, digging his fingers into her hair as she herself did with him all too often.

When Saya eventually pulled away, she stayed in his lap and pulled his hand down from her hair. She didn’t let go of it, but instead ran her thumb back and forth along the lines of the serpent tattoo on his wrist. When she stopped, she could feel his pulse. Saya finally looked back up at him.

“Let’s have a talk.”
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