I am the one you hate?
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Category:
Naruto › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
14
Views:
1,147
Reviews:
25
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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I'd like to thank Cassandra Incognito for writing this chapter, and for your review!
Yaoigurl06, I've very pleased to hear you think it is good and for the fact that you are also going to write one chapter yourself ^_^
Lindy Star, Oh thank you so much!!! I'm very happy that you liked it and yes I know what you mean, I was thinking of people I would in that position as I wrote it and I'm glad I could get you to do the same. Thank you so much for the review!
Well everyone enjoy Cassandra Incognito's chapter ^_^
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Jiraya screamed into his arms, clenching his fists tightly praying to whatever god that listened that his friend, nay his lover, nay the love of his life made it through the night. Within the first few agonizing moments of finding Orochimaru sprawled out on the floor Jiraya had flown into action. Phoning an ambulance, preparing a bag to take with them to the hospital, and returning to the raven haired man’s side, and holding his hand until the ambulance arrived.
Oro had smiled so sweetly, an almost unimaginable change from his usual cold personality. It was in that moment that Jiraya knew something was terribly wrong, kissing the man’s cheeks he allowed tears to flow freely for the first time in over forty years of his life. He held onto him tightly whispering into his ear ‘I love you’, and reassuring his lover that the ambulance would be there soon. He promised to be there with him the entire time, to support him in any way that he could. Oro had just nodded his head in acceptance, his breathe coming heavier and heavier.
When the paramedics finally arrived they had pushed Jiraya aside, bringing Orochimaru to the gurney, strapping him in and driving away. Jiraya ran to his car, tightening his seat belt as he followed behind them. Making it to the hospital he arrived just in time to see his lover being rushed into emergency. He shot towards the front desk, asking what room he was being put in.
“Who are you looking for?”
“His name is Orochimaru.”
“What’s your relation to the patient?”
“We’re lovers.”
The nurse looked up from her page, a look of disgust playing across her face. Jiraya firmly stood his ground. He had survived over 40 years of persecution for his preferences, 27 of which he had spent with his lover Oro. He wasn’t about to let one prissy know it all nurse tell him what was right and what was wrong.
“I’m sorry sir but we only allow members of the family in to see the patient.”
“That’s bullshit! I am his family!” Jiraya shouted.
Other patients and individuals waiting within the room turned their heads to watch the situation unfold. Eyebrows were raised while staff members began to become antsy.
“I’m sorry sir, but unless the two of you are married, or related by blood there’s no way I can allow you in to see him.”
“I’ll marry him the second that the country allows it, but there’s no way that you’re not going to allow me in there to see the man I love, the man I have spent 27 years of my life with!” Jiraya said, his voice quivering with withheld emotions.
“Sir I’m going to have to ask you to sit down and keep quiet or you’ll be escorted from the building.”
“Just… just tell me when you hear anything.”
Clenching his hands into fists, digging his nails into the palms of his hands to create crescent marks. Jiraya gritted his teeth and forcefully sat down in a chair near the desk. He placed his face into his hands shifting the fingers up to grab a hold of his hair, tugging roughly, and letting out a keening whimper, filled with agony.
He sat for what seemed like hours, waiting anxiously for word of what had happened. Every white jacket, every nurse every single face he saw made his heart clench painfully. Wondering if they would tell him that Oro had taken a turn for the worse, or hoping that they would tell him he had pulled through just fine. Through everything they had been through in all those 27 years, the fights, the betrayals, the make-up sex, and the laughter, they had been through it all together, because they loved one another. ‘I can’t wait anymore… I have to see him.’ Jiraya thought.
The man got to his feet, and walked over to the nurse. Jiraya calmed taking a deep breath. “Please. Just please tell me where he is, I can’t leave him alone like this, he needs me.” His voice quaked while he pleaded.
The nurse looked up into the man’s eyes, seeing the pain, and love displayed so vulnerably. Sighing she nodded her head, “What did you say his name was again?” She whispered.
A grateful smile spread across Jiraya lips, “Orochimaru Otokagure.”
“He should be in room 318, it’s on the third floor. Good luck.”
“Thank you so much. Thank you, thank you.” He said waving as he made his way down the hall.
Running as fast as his feet could take him, Jiraya finally made it to room 318. Taking a deep breath he opened the door, only to find a nurse straitening the sheets on the bed.
Jiraya’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Can I help you?” The nurse asked sweetly.
“No, well, sorry, I think I’m in the wrong room.” Jiraya answered backing up and heading for the door.
“What room are you looking for?”
“318.”
“Well you’ve got the right one. Who are you looking for?”
“His name is Orochimaru and-“
The look that crossed the nurse’s face stopped Jiraya mid sentence as his heat clenched painfully. The look of sympathy in her eyes sent terror running through his veins.
“I’m sorry sir, they should have told you at the front desk but, well, he passed away an hour ago sir.”
“No. No he didn’t. I’m sorry I just got the wrong room, I’ll just go find the right one now.” Jiraya said shaking his head and opening the door.
“Sir please wait! I’m sorry but the man you are looking for is dead.” She said sympathetically while placing a hand on his shoulder.
Jiraya opened the door, looking at the number etched on the surface… 318. He rushed back into the room. ‘It’s a joke, its all a big joke. Orochimaru has been known for playing cruel little jokes on me. That’s it, it’s all a joke.’ He thought.
“Ha, ha. Very funny Oro. Now get your ass out here so I can kick it.” He growled. “Come on I know your hiding somewhere, or you’re probably taping this. Now your little game is over, come on out.” He said walking over to the bed.
“Sir. This is no joke. Orochimaru Otokagure passed away approximately 65 minutes ago.”
“Why, but I wasn’t here… how?”
“He had a heart attack, he made it to the hospital just fine, and we managed to revive him for an hour, but he relapsed. The second one killed him. I’m so sorry sir, was he your friend?”
Clutching the sheets Jiraya looked down, envisioning Orochimaru waking up, having survived the heart attack looking for him to be there. Searching for him frantically, thinking that he had abandoned him, that he had left him to die all alone. Orochimaru had died… he had died alone. He knew in that moment Oro didn’t die from a heart attack, it was heart break.
With his back turned to the nurse tears streaming down his cheeks Jiraya answered, “Yes. He was my friend. My best friend.”
- I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.-
Yaoigurl06, I've very pleased to hear you think it is good and for the fact that you are also going to write one chapter yourself ^_^
Lindy Star, Oh thank you so much!!! I'm very happy that you liked it and yes I know what you mean, I was thinking of people I would in that position as I wrote it and I'm glad I could get you to do the same. Thank you so much for the review!
Well everyone enjoy Cassandra Incognito's chapter ^_^
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Jiraya screamed into his arms, clenching his fists tightly praying to whatever god that listened that his friend, nay his lover, nay the love of his life made it through the night. Within the first few agonizing moments of finding Orochimaru sprawled out on the floor Jiraya had flown into action. Phoning an ambulance, preparing a bag to take with them to the hospital, and returning to the raven haired man’s side, and holding his hand until the ambulance arrived.
Oro had smiled so sweetly, an almost unimaginable change from his usual cold personality. It was in that moment that Jiraya knew something was terribly wrong, kissing the man’s cheeks he allowed tears to flow freely for the first time in over forty years of his life. He held onto him tightly whispering into his ear ‘I love you’, and reassuring his lover that the ambulance would be there soon. He promised to be there with him the entire time, to support him in any way that he could. Oro had just nodded his head in acceptance, his breathe coming heavier and heavier.
When the paramedics finally arrived they had pushed Jiraya aside, bringing Orochimaru to the gurney, strapping him in and driving away. Jiraya ran to his car, tightening his seat belt as he followed behind them. Making it to the hospital he arrived just in time to see his lover being rushed into emergency. He shot towards the front desk, asking what room he was being put in.
“Who are you looking for?”
“His name is Orochimaru.”
“What’s your relation to the patient?”
“We’re lovers.”
The nurse looked up from her page, a look of disgust playing across her face. Jiraya firmly stood his ground. He had survived over 40 years of persecution for his preferences, 27 of which he had spent with his lover Oro. He wasn’t about to let one prissy know it all nurse tell him what was right and what was wrong.
“I’m sorry sir but we only allow members of the family in to see the patient.”
“That’s bullshit! I am his family!” Jiraya shouted.
Other patients and individuals waiting within the room turned their heads to watch the situation unfold. Eyebrows were raised while staff members began to become antsy.
“I’m sorry sir, but unless the two of you are married, or related by blood there’s no way I can allow you in to see him.”
“I’ll marry him the second that the country allows it, but there’s no way that you’re not going to allow me in there to see the man I love, the man I have spent 27 years of my life with!” Jiraya said, his voice quivering with withheld emotions.
“Sir I’m going to have to ask you to sit down and keep quiet or you’ll be escorted from the building.”
“Just… just tell me when you hear anything.”
Clenching his hands into fists, digging his nails into the palms of his hands to create crescent marks. Jiraya gritted his teeth and forcefully sat down in a chair near the desk. He placed his face into his hands shifting the fingers up to grab a hold of his hair, tugging roughly, and letting out a keening whimper, filled with agony.
He sat for what seemed like hours, waiting anxiously for word of what had happened. Every white jacket, every nurse every single face he saw made his heart clench painfully. Wondering if they would tell him that Oro had taken a turn for the worse, or hoping that they would tell him he had pulled through just fine. Through everything they had been through in all those 27 years, the fights, the betrayals, the make-up sex, and the laughter, they had been through it all together, because they loved one another. ‘I can’t wait anymore… I have to see him.’ Jiraya thought.
The man got to his feet, and walked over to the nurse. Jiraya calmed taking a deep breath. “Please. Just please tell me where he is, I can’t leave him alone like this, he needs me.” His voice quaked while he pleaded.
The nurse looked up into the man’s eyes, seeing the pain, and love displayed so vulnerably. Sighing she nodded her head, “What did you say his name was again?” She whispered.
A grateful smile spread across Jiraya lips, “Orochimaru Otokagure.”
“He should be in room 318, it’s on the third floor. Good luck.”
“Thank you so much. Thank you, thank you.” He said waving as he made his way down the hall.
Running as fast as his feet could take him, Jiraya finally made it to room 318. Taking a deep breath he opened the door, only to find a nurse straitening the sheets on the bed.
Jiraya’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Can I help you?” The nurse asked sweetly.
“No, well, sorry, I think I’m in the wrong room.” Jiraya answered backing up and heading for the door.
“What room are you looking for?”
“318.”
“Well you’ve got the right one. Who are you looking for?”
“His name is Orochimaru and-“
The look that crossed the nurse’s face stopped Jiraya mid sentence as his heat clenched painfully. The look of sympathy in her eyes sent terror running through his veins.
“I’m sorry sir, they should have told you at the front desk but, well, he passed away an hour ago sir.”
“No. No he didn’t. I’m sorry I just got the wrong room, I’ll just go find the right one now.” Jiraya said shaking his head and opening the door.
“Sir please wait! I’m sorry but the man you are looking for is dead.” She said sympathetically while placing a hand on his shoulder.
Jiraya opened the door, looking at the number etched on the surface… 318. He rushed back into the room. ‘It’s a joke, its all a big joke. Orochimaru has been known for playing cruel little jokes on me. That’s it, it’s all a joke.’ He thought.
“Ha, ha. Very funny Oro. Now get your ass out here so I can kick it.” He growled. “Come on I know your hiding somewhere, or you’re probably taping this. Now your little game is over, come on out.” He said walking over to the bed.
“Sir. This is no joke. Orochimaru Otokagure passed away approximately 65 minutes ago.”
“Why, but I wasn’t here… how?”
“He had a heart attack, he made it to the hospital just fine, and we managed to revive him for an hour, but he relapsed. The second one killed him. I’m so sorry sir, was he your friend?”
Clutching the sheets Jiraya looked down, envisioning Orochimaru waking up, having survived the heart attack looking for him to be there. Searching for him frantically, thinking that he had abandoned him, that he had left him to die all alone. Orochimaru had died… he had died alone. He knew in that moment Oro didn’t die from a heart attack, it was heart break.
With his back turned to the nurse tears streaming down his cheeks Jiraya answered, “Yes. He was my friend. My best friend.”
- I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.-