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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 6

Two pairs of slitted pupils slowly found each other and locked. They were both wild from excitement, but while one pair was bright and happy, the other was something inhuman.

The rest of the small crowd became invisible to Orochimaru as soon as he heard the boy speak. He looked down at the perfect copy of his younger self with a mix of emotions, all of which set a hard look upon his face.

A small gasp escaped not only his, but Saya’s lips as Tetsuya jumped from his mother’s arms to his fathers, wrapping his small arms around his neck.

“You really do look just like me,” the boy said out loud to himself.

Orochimaru was left frozen to the spot at the sudden burst of intimate contact. His eyes became even more animalistic as he looked down at Saya. She sat just as still as him, both scared to death and anxious to see what the man’s response would be. Her eyes were pleading as she stared back at him.

“Tetsuya,” she started as she reached to pull her son away, “you really shouldn’t jump on people like that.”

The boy reluctantly let go of his father and sat down in Saya’s lap. His smiling face was now beginning to fade as the man continued to remain silent.

“What’s going on?” an approaching voice asked from behind him.

A midnight-black haired boy casually strolled up to the small group, curious as to see what had stopped his training session so abruptly. He lazily took in everyone’s faces, but like Orochimaru himself, froze when he locked eyes with the boy.

“Oh,” he began as his tone became lighter, “I didn’t know you had a son, Orochimaru.”

“Lord, Sasuke.” Kabuto sternly interrupted. “It’s Lord Orochimaru.”

“Whatever.”

The snake lord cut his eyes at his student, a small smirk playing at his lips as a small chuckle escaped them. He couldn’t help but be reminded of another individual in his presence. “Yes,” he said as he returned his attention to Saya and Tetsuya, “and I’m quite glad he’s here.”

“You are?” the two asked in unison.

While Tetsuya was practically aglow with joy, Saya was stunned. She tried to catch Orochimaru’s eyes, to see if they matched his words. The man was already rising and moving away from them, though.

“Sasuke,” he called, “get their things and take them on.”

A silent and slightly shaken Akira finally moved forward to give the boy all but his travel bag. Sasuke took them without a word and began his walk back to the compound.

Akira now stood awkwardly within Orochimaru’s line of vision. Tension spread through the air as his former lord calmly stared him down. Knowing their time was dwindling, Akira finally cleared his throat.

“Saya?”

Her eyes snapped away from Orochimaru instantly. A pang of guilt hit her as she saw the look on Akira’s face. She knew he hated this, but having him watch Tetsuya jump into the arms of a man like Orochimaru just as easily as he did him made it that much more horrible.

Orochimaru kept his eyes glued to Akira as Saya approached him to say goodbye. A small smirk even played across his face as if daring him.

“Well, this isn’t awkward at all,” Saya whispered.

“No, this isn’t at all how I expected this to happen,” he whispered back. “I know one thing, though. He’s not glad you’re here.”

Saya’s face fell enough to match the look of sadness on Akira’s face. “He’s not?”

“I-I don’t know,” he sighed. Akira placed a gentle hand on Saya’s arm. “Look, I won’t draw this out; you know how he is. Just promise me you’ll be on your guard and be careful. And…behave, please?”

“Behave?” Saya asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Mom, come one! Dad’s leaving!” Tetsuya called.

“You think I came out here to sleep with him?” Saya nearly hissed.

Both Akira and Tetsuya uttered protests against her at that moment. Saya sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. “I love you,” she told Akira. She looked up at him with scolding eyes.

“I love you too,” the man barely managed to reply.

Saya eagerly leaned forward and grabbed his head, bringing it close so his lips could meet with hers. Akira smiled against those lips, even if their union was brief.

Orochimaru turned just in time to see them pulling away from each other. His eyes drilled into the back of Saya’s head before he continued on.

“I’ll see you soon,” Saya told him softly as she turned to meet up with her son.

“Bye, Akira!” Tetsuya called from ahead. He was soon right on Orochimaru’s heels.

Akira put on the best smile he could manage while he waved to the boy. “I’ll be back for you then.”

Saya flashed him a final smile before her son took hold of her hand and pulled her on ahead. She had to almost run to keep up with him, practically crashing into Orochimaru’s back when they caught up to him. One of her hands reached out to his back for balance, which caused the man to stop.

“Sorry,” Saya quickly muttered as she snatched her hand away. She was almost afraid to touch him.

Orochimaru turned and looked down at her calmly. Saya stared back, if anything trying to read the emotion in his eyes. It was still impossible to tell, but they had at least softened under her own gaze.

Without averting from her eyes, Orochimaru reached out to grasp the hand that had touched him. He ran his thumb along her palm, oddly enough over the almost invisible scar Saya’s last visit had left her with. She froze at the touch; surprised by it and curious if he would do anything drastic in front of Tetsuya. It wouldn’t be the first time he had assaulted her in front of someone.

Instead, Saya was surprised as Orochimaru draped her arm over his shoulder and wrapped his arms around her. She moved her head to the side to hide her worried face from Tetsuya.

“It’s been too long,” he whispered into her ear as his hand slid along her back.

Saya released her son’s hand, where it mirrored her other as they both ran up Orochimaru’s chest and met behind his head. She couldn’t help herself as her fingers tangled in his silky black hair. Her eyes closed and she let herself take in the sensation of him holding her.

Strangely, it felt right.

Saya managed a grin, but it was short lived. This was just an excuse for him to put his hands on her and reassure his property. It didn’t mean a thing. She hadn’t forgotten how he would slap her face one minute and kiss her forehead the next. His touch was just that; a touch.

A lagging Kabuto saw more than just a touch as he closed in on them, though. He was once again witnessing his cold-hearted lord giving open intimate attention to this useless woman. He watched as Orochimaru almost stupidly left his eyes closed to the world around him as he held Saya, who surprisingly did the same.

Orochimaru had said Saya would be back, but after five years and almost losing his lord, Kabuto had forgotten all about her. But now she was back, and with this unknown child. It would be hard getting rid of her this time.

He closed his eyes, sighing, and pushed his glasses up his nose out of habit. Now was not the time to get overworked, but a time to mentally prepare for whatever else he may have to put up with. With that thought, Kabuto turned and began walking on his own path.

Orochimaru paid his wandering associate no mind as he kept his attention on the woman pinned against his chest. He gently pressed one of his fingers under her chin to raise her head. Saya did so, but when she saw his face coming close, she moved it casually to the side.

No matter how many times their lips met in her dreams, Saya would not allow him to do it now. She had had her fun with him once, and it had stopped as soon as it started. She couldn’t do it to herself or Akira to let him think she was welcome for more.

Orochimaru dug his other hand into Saya’s back before releasing her. Saya let her arms slump slowly as she looked up at him apologetically.

Tetsuya watched them curiously, not fully understanding their actions. He had seen his mother and Akira share some of the same touches, and it seemed odd with this strange man that was his father.

“Let’s go,” he told the two of them lightly before turning back around.

Saya almost sighed in frustration. There were several things that were on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn’t say them in front of Tetsuya. She took hold of the boy’s hand again and resumed their walk.

The walk to the compound was actually not that long, but it seemed as much because of the silence. Even Tetsuya kept his tongue to himself as he followed behind his father. Sasuke reached the entrance to the underground cavern minutes before the trio, and had left the bags there on the ground. Saya spared Tetsuya from seeing his father’s rudeness as she offered and gathered them up herself.

Tetsuya stared into the dark entrance, not wanting to take a single step forward. He stopped dead in his tracks, which held the two adults up. Orochimaru watched curiously as Saya tried to console their son.

“You don’t want to go down there, do you?” she asked with a smile.

Tetsuya shook his head.

“And neither does anyone else. Remember what I told you about unwanted visitors? There’s light at the bottom, though.”

The boy didn’t answer, but instead wrapped himself around Saya’s torso. She laughed lightly as she picked him up and turned to descend into the tunnel. She caught Orochimaru watching her and nearly blushed. She almost flinched as he reached another hand out to her, but it was only to take the bags form her shoulders.

Saya cocked her head with a grin, but Orochimaru had already moved along before she could thank him.

As they moved through the tunnel and into the earth, Saya got flashbacks of her first and only other time she had taken this walk. She almost laughed at how drastically her job had changed when she walked into the compound those years ago. She had no idea what she was getting herself into that night, and how her life would be forever changed after she left.

Saya’s eyes wandered as they reached the bottom. The first thing she noticed was that she could actually see now. More lights hung from the walls than previously, but there were still eerie spot of total darkness.

For the sake of her son, she had to keep herself from shivering as they turned down the hallway to the bedrooms. Orochimaru stopped at the room that was once her own.

“Would you like your own room, Tetsuya?” he asked as he opened the door for them.

“Of course I would!” he exclaimed as he began to climb out of his mother’s arms.

“A minute ago you didn’t even want to come down,” Saya laughed she followed her son into the room. She breathed a small sigh of relief when she saw that the rooms were also brighter than they used to be. “But, it’s getting time for your nap anyways.”

Saya walked over to what was once her bed, which her son was already climbing into. Tetsuya’s eyelids closed almost as soon as his head hit the pillow. “I know,” he finally replied with a yawn.

Smiling, Saya smoothed his hair until his breathing came to a slow and steady pace. Behind them, Orochimaru examined the two of them, especially the way Saya handled him.

She caught him watching her as she stood and turned around. Orochimaru beckoned her with a single finger as he left the doorway. She raised an irritated eyebrow, but Saya complied. However, her nerves tensed as she saw Orochimaru heading for the end of the hall. She followed reluctantly.

Her breath hitched as they stopped at the man’s bedroom at the end of the hall. It was then that Saya had noticed that the doors had been replaced with actual wooden doors with knobs. And locks. Orochimaru opened the door and stood aside as he waited for her to enter.

Saya walked forward, keeping her eyes ahead and away from Orochimaru’s. That was almost as damaging, though, as the first thing her eyes found was his bed. As much as she despised what had happened the last time she was there, she couldn’t help but also be a bit happy to see it. It was after all where Tetsuya had been conceived.

As the door closed behind her and a thump sounded against the floor, Saya sighed. She turned to see Orochimaru standing propped against the wall with his arms crossed. He had that familiar smirk and look in his eyes that meant nothing but trouble.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Saya told him as she shook her head.

Orochimaru stepped forward then, almost closing every inch there was between them. He chuckled as Saya tried to back away. “I will do whatever, whenever I please.”

He raised one of his hands to the side of her face and cupped it gently, contradicting the menacing tone in his voice. Saya stared up at him as his thumb ran across her bottom lip.

“I didn’t come here to pick up where we left off. I came here-”

A loud smack filled the air as Orochimaru stopped his caress to slap Saya across the face. She barely had time to react before he grabbed the front of her clothes and pinned her against the wall.

“Lies,” he breathed against her neck when she turned her head from him.

Not again, Saya thought, I’m not going through this again. She reached around Orochimaru’s back to grab a handful of his hair. “Let go of me,” she snarled as she gave it a quick, hard pull.

Orochimaru’s head was pulled back with the force. He even felt strands of hair pop from his scalp. His knee reflexively raised and caught Saya in the stomach. She hissed in pain and tried to fall to the floor, but she held her death grip on his hair. Her other hand pushed against his chest in a useless effort.

With one quick smirk, Orochimaru used one of the hands holding Saya to grab the arm that was pulling his hair. He grabbed it by the wrist and began to twist it inward. It didn’t take long for Saya to wince in pain and let go, fearing that her shoulder would dislocate.

Once her hand was out of his hair, she only used it to repeatedly slap at Orochimaru’s face.

“Saya!” Orochimaru snarled as he grabbed for her frenzied hand. Once both hands were in his grasp, Orochimaru pinned them on either side of her head against the wall with a thud. Before she could protest, the man crashed his lips against hers.

His lips sat still against hers as their heavy breathing began to calm. Saya didn’t even bother to struggle against him.

When his breath was caught, Orochimaru gathered both of her hands in his and pinned them directly above her head. He used his now free hand to wrap around her throat. He squeezed it gently in warning as his mouth began to move against hers. His tongue easily pushed her lips apart and found its way inside her mouth.

Saya’s body began to relax at the lost familiar feeling. Akira’s kisses had love behind them, but they just didn’t have the heat of Orochimaru’s. As much as it killed her to admit it, she enjoyed it. Even though she was pinned and trapped against the wall, she felt dirty for letting another man touch her.

Then again, Orochimaru had never been just another man to Saya.

Betraying herself, Saya sighed and began to kiss him back. She even grinned as their tongues began to twist around each other. Orochimaru chucked at her sudden change of heart.

“Now tell me,” he started between kisses, “how much you missed this.”

Saya slowed her mouth to a stop. What seem like an empty comment was actually much more for her.

“Let me down,” she almost whispered as she gently wiggled her wrists.

Orochimaru reluctantly dropped her hands and let go of her neck. He raised an eyebrow at her as she slumped her head in shame; something he had never seen her do. He had seen her cry and beg, but never so easily show her defeat.

Saya threw her arms around the man’s neck and buried her face in it. She bit her lip as tears began to well up in her eyes. “I missed you,” she told him, disgust clear in her voice.

Orochimaru snaked his hands around her hips with a venomous smile. “Show me.”
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