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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 5

Orochimaru panted as the now lifeless body fell to the ground. Blood stained his pale fingers as it ran down his hands and fell to the ground.

Saya looked on in shock as she clutched a crying Tetsuya close to her body. He sobbed loudly in her ear as Akira’s dead eyes looked up at them. Her own eyes wanted to pour with tears, but her body could not respond to the events happening before her.

As his nerves calmed, Orochimaru turned to face the two of them. His eyelids fluttered with the rage that was still running through his body. Sweat and blood mixed on his face. His eyes began to soften ever so slightly as he approached Saya.

She held Tetsuya tighter, not wanting him to turn and see his father covered in blood. Saya looked at him in surprise and disbelief.

“Thank you,” she mouthed as her voice failed to be heard.

Orochimaru looked down at his crying son. His face shifted from blankness to sadness as he gently placed a blood hand on Tetsuya’s head.

“Saya?”

As a hand touched her should, Saya was quickly women from her sleep. Her eyes quickly darted around her, but all she could see were cloth walls. Akira kneeled over her in a tent as he attempted to shake her awake.

“Wake up, sleepy. We’ll need to get going soon.”

Saya sat up and rubbed her head. Her Orochimaru dreams were getting worse, and the themes were getting more and more unsettling.

“Mmm,” she groaned.

She kept her head down and away from Akira’s gaze. He knew all too well what that meant.

“Want did you dream about this time?”

“What do you think, Akira?” Saya sighed. “Him. It’s always him. But he’s being, I don’t know, protective? Sometimes even nice.” she trailed off.

“Nice?” the man snorted. “That must have been one crazy dream, then.” Akira’s face shifted as he turned serious. “Are you ok?”

Clenching her jaw, Saya finally turned her eyes to him. She smiled slowly before she leaned over to press her lips to his. Akira wrapped his arms around her, even though Saya cut the kiss short.

“I am now,” she whispered.

Akira ran his thumb along Saya’s cheek as his cupped her face. “But you still want to go to him?”

“I don’t know about the word ‘want’, Akira” she laughed. “But yes. I feel better being just this much closer.”

“That’s what scares me,” the man whispered.

“Mom!” Tetsuya called as Saya began to protest. She was left with her mouth agape as her son quickly entered the tent with a tray of breakfast. The boy was practically beaming and far more awake than either of the two adults. “Hurry up and eat. I want to go.”

“I’ve never seen you so excited,” Saya almost laughed as she took the small tray from her son’s hands.

“Aren’t you?”

No, Saya thought. She wasn’t at all excited. Even though being closer to Orochimaru was weakening his pull on her, she wanted to run the other way. Saya tried her best to put on her brave face, though.

“You know how I am in the mornings. Us old people take a while to wake up.”

Tetsuya giggled as Akira stood up and ushered him out of the tent. “If you’re in such a hurry, young man,” he mockingly scolded, “then you can help me clean up.”

Saya bit back another laugh as her son uttered a loud protest. She set the tray of food down on the ground and looked away from it. It was the last thing her uneasy stomach needed. Instead she sighed and laid her head in her hands.

Orochimaru was only a few hours away. There was no one emotion to pinpoint how she felt, and for that Saya’s head pounded in frustration. The man was violent; she had seen that herself. There was no knowing what he could possibly to do the two of them. Akira had promised to accompany Saya and Tetsuya to the compound, but he refused to go any further. The situation scared Saya that much more, but she also liked it in a sense.

What terrified Saya the most was the possibility of Orochimaru not caring at all. What if he didn’t care that he had gotten her pregnant and had a son? What if she really was nothing to him and wouldn’t even allow her inside?

Saya bit her lip at the thought. Even though she didn’t like the man, the thought of him doing that do her hurt. There was only one way to find out, though, and that was to keep going.

Forcing as much of it down as she could, Saya picked at her breakfast. They did still have quite a bit of walking ahead of them and she would need the energy. By the time she was finished, Akira was ready to disassemble the tent and continue their journey. Tetsuya meantime bragged about cleaning the rest of the camp.

When everything was finally packed and strapped to their backs, the three began their walk. Saya took Akira’s hand in hers and gave it a reassuring squeeze. The man grinned to himself and unwillingly moved his feet forward.

***

Elsewhere the forest, a lone man walked along the same trail. It was something he did frequently of late, now that his lord and master ad directed all of his attention to a special new student. Orochimaru had become infatuated with the boy, treating him as his one and only son.

Kabuto kept his jealousy in check; knowing the true meaning of the boy’s special training. Still, it sometimes made life dull, even with Orochimaru a high priority criminal. The silver-haired shinobi had taken the habit of patrolling the outskirts of the compound. It was a waste of time, really, but the time had so be used somewhere. Even though search parties multiplied, there was a slim chance of any of them finding the secret hideout.

It was particularly alarming then when voices could be heard along the invisible trail along the forest floor. Kabuto became more curious than worried as his senses better picked up on them. It was a small group, and a woman and child were certainly among them. Not a threat in the least, but why were they out there?

The ninja grabbed one of his throwing knives from his pocket and made his way up a tree, where the group was quickly spotted. Yes, he was right. A single woman and child were walking along Orochimaru’s trail along with just one man. It baffled Kabuto, until he heard the voiced clearly. One was all too familiar, and the other sprouted anger in the pit of his stomach.

Kabuto instantly jumped from the branch he was perched on, landing directing in front of the small group.

Akira instinctually grabbed for his own weapons; a kunai atop each knuckle. The two men drilled their eyes into one another, made even worse by their acquaintance. Saya shielded her son by stepping in front of him. Tetsuya hung tightly to her clothes and watched the excitement with wide eyes.

“Well, well, well,” Kabuto began with humor in his voice. “Look who it is: the two runaway lovers.”

“We don’t want any trouble, Kabuto,” Akira assured. “Or your attitude. Drop your knife.”

The man shrugged with a smirk and pocketed his knife. His attention then turned to Saya. “I honestly thought I would never see your face again. How’s your neck?”

Saya tensed at the comment, especially since it had an entirely different meaning coming from him. She looked Kabuto directly in the eyes and smiled at the man who had nearly killed her. “Just fine. You have your lord to thank for that.”

Akira crossed his arms and smirked just as Kabuto dropped his. “We’re here to see him. It’s…important.”

It was then that Kabuto directed his attention to the child hiding behind Saya. Kabuto had automatically guessed it was Akira’s, but as he saw Tetsuya’s face, his lips parted in surprise. The boy looked up at him cautiously.

“Tetsuya wants to visit his dad,” Saya chimed in before Kabuto could ask any devastating questions. “Is he busy?”

“Um,” Kabuto started as he scratched his head and stared down at the clone-like version of his lord, “he is, but he…let’s just go” he abruptly finished as he shook his head.

Say picked up her son with a sigh. “We’re almost there.”

Both Tetsuya and Akira fell silent as the three of them began to follow Kabuto the rest of the way. Akira was that much closer to leaving Saya in the middle of this nightmarish situation. Tetsuya was a small bundle of nerves. He was just minutes away from meeting his father, but the encounter with Kabuto had left him a little shaken.

“Who’s he?” he asked in Saya’s ear.

“Kabuto,” Saya quietly replied. “He’s your dad’s head ninja.”

The boy settled into his mother’s arms then. Naturally he wanted to know more, but he was too afraid to say more.

Kabuto was just as silent as he led ahead of them, obviously dumbfounded by the small boy. Saya was all too happy. She had wondered about Kabuto before they left and how he would react to her. He scared her much more than Orochimaru did.

That small happiness turned to unease as Kabuto quickly led them to a clearing atop a small hill. It was not anywhere near the compound, but that didn’t keep Saya’s breath from hitching when she looked to the ground below.

There were two men below them, but Saya could have picked the larger of them out from a group of two hundred men. Even though he was dressed in typical shinobi garb, with his long black hair and paper-white skin, Orochimaru shone like a beacon. The same could also be said for Tetsuya. As he watched Orochimaru spar with a younger man, the boy became transfixed.

“Is…is that him?”

“Yes,” Saya nearly sighed, equally transfixed. She had heard several stories, but she had never seen the man in action before.

“Dad!” the boy quickly called as he jumped from his mother’s arms.

“Tetsuya! Get back here!” Saya called as they both started running down the hill.

Saya’s foot slid on the loose soil as she caught her son, causing them to stumble and land in a heap at the bottom of the hill.

“Are you ok?” she asked the boy as her arms held him close.

“Saya!” Akira called from the top of the hill.

She looked up in time to see a glint of silver fly through the air towards them. Saya bent over and held Tetsuya close to her body, shielding him from the incoming attack. A gasp escaped her lips when she both heard and felt the metal imbed into the ground.

The sound vibrated through her entire body, flooding her with the memories of the time Kabuto had pinned her to the floor.

“Get away from her!” Saya could hear Akira calling again.

“Get up,” a raspy voice spoke close to her.

Saya put a hand over Tetsuya’s head to keep it down as she raised hers. She looked up to find hard golden eyes staring down at her. However, as they took in her face, those eyes turned emotionless.

Orochimaru loomed over Saya, clenching his fists as they stared at each other. Saya swallowed hard, not excepting what was to come next. She waited as the man kneeled down, leveling their gazes.

The snake-like man softened his gaze and parted his lips, but just as he was about to speak-

“Saya,” Akira called one last time as he and Kabuto reached them.

She watched silently as Orochimaru’s eyes hardened once again at the sound of Akira’s voice. All the while, though, they remained locked onto Saya’s. Her eyelids fluttered and a brush spread across her face as she remembered the last time the man was that close to her.

“Mom, what’s going on?” Tetsuya asked as he wiggled his head free.

The boy looked up and saw that his mother’s eyes were directed elsewhere. As he followed them, he looked up to find what he was dying to see. His jaw dropped as he looked up at his father, finally seeing for himself the reason he looked the way he did.

“D-dad?”
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