Orochimaru-sama I-

Kabuto sat on Orochimaru’s bed. Two weeks ago was the first and only time they had sex. They were both pretty busy with their duties to their village. They kept their relationship strong in other ways; kisses, caresses, and conversions.



Orochimaru had been gone again to arrange a non-aggression pact with Suna. Hearing stories about the Jinchuuriki who was Kazekage of their village, made the nineteen year old nervous. The once Jinchuuriki who had murdered people on a whim, just to feed their blood to his sand. For a young thirteen year old, Kabuto feared ever getting into a fight with him.



Kabuto understood why Orochimaru was going to arrange a non aggression pact with the village. One hundred eleven from the Sound village had either gone missing or have been murdered by the Akatsuki. Even if Orochimaru is strong, he and the Sound village cannot take on Akatsuki alone.





In Suna, Gaara shifted around in his seat. Temari was also studying the crime scene. This was the one hundredth that either had gone missing or had been murdered in connection with the Akatsuki. The M.O. of the Akatsuki was never clear, except that the group has gone on a killing spree on Konoha, Suna, and Sound village citizens, recently.



The latest victim of the hellish group was a sixteen year old girl named Kei Shinji. Gaara didn’t know the girl when she was alive, neither did Kankuro nor Temari. She was killed in a different location from the crime scene.



`Killed?!?’ Gaara exclaimed to him self, ` that would be an understatement!!! Not only was she raped, horribly beaten, but her throat was slit, her eyes cut out and her face was carved up like a pumpkin. This was not down by a normal shinobi. Even most of the stuff Orochimaru did, could not compete with the viciousness of this crime. Do these guys think they’re gods?’



Gaara’s thoughts were interrupted when his older brother Kankuro came rushing in. Gaara recognized the fear on the puppet nin’s face. Kankuro clamed up trying to find his words, when the door opened revealing Orochimaru.



Gaara quickly made a sand wall between his siblings and himself to shield them from the snake nin. Gaara knew of Orochimaru’s power and of the fifty percent chance of surviving a fight with the sannin. But Temari and Kankuro couldn’t survive an attack.



“ You are not welcome here, Orochimaru,” he hissed at the older ninja hoping that will at least buy them some time so that at least Temari and Kankuro could escape out the window. Every second of time would help them at the moment.



“Relax, Shukaku,” Orochimaru sighed with boredom, “I’m here so that we can sign a non-aggression pact between the Sand and the Sound village, I’m not surprised that you don’t trust me. . .”



Kankuro was the one who shouted at the sannin, “why the hell would we sign anything with YOUR village, the only thing in that fucking dump is a bunch of circus freaks and asylum inmates. What could you possibly have that we want?”



“Not only is our village going through the same problem as yours and Konoha,” Orochimaru began, “but I also have information about the Akatsuki. I use to be a member.”



Gaara wondered whether or not to trust the crazy Otokage. He could tell by the older nin’s voice that whatever information he had, it had something to do with him. Hesitatingly, Gaara removed the sand walls that blocked the sannin from their view. Temari and Kankuro scanned the sannin’s hands for any sign of an attack.



“Now since we have that all sorted, let’s meet in the conference room,” Orochimaru grinned.





Gaara, Temari, Kankuro, and Orochimaru were the first ones in the conference room. The Otokage looked around to see that the conference room was bare and completely boring. Orochimaru made sure that his conference room was never boring. He made sure that there included paintings of snakes, skulls, vines, and moons. The only window that was in the room was round golden window that had a view on the sand village.



The thirteen year old Kazekage glared up at the sannin who had been rocking back and forth in his chair with boredom. Gaara had no idea how Orochimaru found out that Gaara contained the one tailed demonic raccoon in his body.



“It’s rude to stare,” the sannin replied curtly, “you of all people should know that fact.”



Gaara grimaced, “how do you know about the Shukaku? I never talked to you before today.”



“Yeah,” Temari agreed, “our family has never associated with you at a personal level for you to know about Gaara. I also highly doubt that you have connections with anyone in this village besides Sasori. But he left the village fifteen years ago. Long before Gaara was born . . .”



The raven haired ninja grinned slightly at their naïve question, “I specialize in chakra and jutsus, especially unique ones. Clan jutsus, forbidden jutsus, village jutsus, seals, curses, you name it. I know a Jinchuuriki when I see one.”



“So you’re after Gaara then,” Kankuro gritted his teeth, and took out the puppet behind his back, “I won’t let you get an inch near him, asshole! Just you try to get near him.



The sannin shook his head; he expected this from the citizens of Sand. Not unlike the sound, the sand nins were hostile toward foreign villages they had no good ties with, “such rudeness from the citizens of this village, I’m not here for the Shukaku.”



The gold door opened revealing twelve sand village jounins whose eyes widen when they recognized Orochimaru. A short elderly Kunoichi came in as well. Gaara gave them all the sign that told them all to sit down in the chairs.



“Well if it isn’t Chiyo,” the sannin grinned, maliciously “I’m surprised you’re still alive. Being eighty-something years old must be a terrible endeavor. I will always have the body of a twenty five year old so I don’t have to worry about wrinkles and dying.”



Chiyo looked at the sannin and thought to herself ` Sarutobi-Kage was right. Orochimaru does have an eternal youth complexity problem. No wonder why he surrounds himself with people no older then thirty five years of age. It would also explain his hostility towards elderly individuals. In his insane eyes, elderly people should be put death for no good reason. I wonder what caused this. . .’ Chiyo glared at Orochimaru, “I may be old but I can still give your ass a couple of good kicks. Don’t mess with wiser individuals!”



Gaara shushed everyone in the room, “Orochimaru came here without giving our village any warning of his arrival. He wants a non-aggression with our village in exchange for information he has on the Akatsuki . . .”



“How can we trust him?” one Jounin pointed out, “he could use the pact as a way for us not to interfere when he attacks the hidden leaf village. He is not a good associate to the village!”



Chiyo remained quiet. Sasori, her grandson, was apart of the Akatsuki. Which she could not even form an opinion about the Akatsuki because of the fact.



“I think we should hear what he has to say,” Gaara suggested, “He is a former member, no matter how twisted and insane he really is. We can always make the contract were there is no loop holes for him to attack Konoha or any other allied village. Please tell us the information regarding the group.”



Orochimaru first began with a question, “how many of your people were massacred by the Akatsuki?”



“One hundred,” Temari answered for Gaara, “either listed as missing or murdered in very morbid ways who were all seen last by Sasori, a former member of this village. We have lost one-tenth of our village within the last month.”



Orochimaru brow furrowed, “I lost one-fifth of my village. One hundred eleven people listed as missing or murdered . . . All last seen with Deidara!”



“We’ve heard about what happened to your village and Konoha.” Another Jounin interrupted.



Orochimaru continued, “this was no accident. The Akatsuki normally would not go on a killing spree, especially on citizens . . .”



Tsunade, Kakashi, and Jiraiya rushed in through the door. All were surprised to see the sannin in the room. Tsunade was still tired from all the walking, “what is going on here? Why is Orochimaru here of all the places. Luckily a couple of our genin had seen Orochimaru enter the sand village.”



“Tsunade,” the snake nin drawled, “you saved me a trip by coming here. I would like to sign a non aggression pact with both the sand and the leaf village.”



“What makes you think that the leaf village will sign anything with you?” Jiraiya asked, sitting in an empty chair.



The sannin glared at both of his former teammates, “I have information about Konoha’s one hundred thirty nine missing or murdered citizens, in exchange for a pact.”



Tsunade thought about it for a moment. They did have a common enemy which was the Akatsuki. Despite Kakashi’s, Sakura’s, and Naruto’s desperation to find Sasuke; as far as she was concerned, Sasuke was no longer a Konoha citizen.



“Fine, I’ll sign the frigging pact. However, I will make sure that it’s to where you or your citizens can’t attack us or our allies. Now what information could you possibility have?”



Orochimaru continued, “like I was telling our sand nin and their Kazekage. The attacks on Sound, Sand, and Leaf citizens were not just because of them getting their cheap thrills. They were using it as a distraction, so that we don’t suspect them from spying on our villages.”



“Spying?” Kakashi exclaimed, “why would they make themselves known if they were spying?”



“Back when I was member, they talked a lot about the Jinchuuriki. They wanted to extract the demon from the person born with it. I had a different idea about using Jinchuuriki. I mean why have their powers when not even the person born with it can control it. As you guessed it, each of our villages has a Jinchuuriki. The sand village has Shukaku. The leaf village has Kyuubi. Last but not least my village has the seven-tailed cat who has been suppressing his demon, which I placed a seal on to prevent him from using his powers.”



Gaara glared at the snake nin, grabbed up the paper, took out a pen and replied, “I guess your information was very useful. If the Hokage doesn’t have a problem, I would like to sign that non aggression pact.”



“Same here,” Tsunade replied, signing after Gaara, “and I would like to take my two former teammates and Kakashi out to the Suna Casino, because I’m feeling lucky!!!. Kazekage, would you and your siblings like to come gamble with us?”



Gaara just smiled slightly and replied, “no thanks, Kankuro, Temari and I don’t gamble.”





When the four finally arrived at the casino, Tsunade quickly rushed to the slot machine and put a coin in. Kakashi sat at the sake bar with Orochimaru, while reading his Icha Icha book. Jiraiya had already spotted a young twenty year old waitress in her work outfit that looked like a golden one-piece swimming suit with bunny ears and a tail and rushed toward her to hit on her.



“How’s Sasuke doing?” Kakashi asked Orochimaru, folding down his mask to take a sip of sake.



Orochimaru took a huge gulp of the sake, “he’s fine, except for the fact that he had gotten into Kabuto’s concoctions and is now his eighteen year self. I swear, if you put a big blaring sign up that says `DANGER’ in front of something he would pass by it as if it was the front door to his own house!”



“That sounds like him,” Kakashi grinned, “can I ask you a question?”



“Yes?”



“Is Sasuke the seven tailed demonic cat?”



Tsunade interrupted them, making it quite obvious she was eavesdropping, “no, it’s probably that one kid I always see with you, but isn’t with you on this trip. The nineteen year old with the glasses. What was his name? Oh, yeah . . . it was Yakushi Kabuto.”



“For someone who is bad at gambling,” Orochimaru replied, shocked that Tsunade guessed right, “you sure are great at predicting the right person. Yes, the seven-tailed cat is Kabuto. If Kabuto wasn’t taken out of his original village by you guessed it me, he would’ve suffered the misfortunes that have affected the Kyuubi and the Shukaku vessels. A life of isolation, mistreatment, and abuse.”



Tsunade peeled her eyes away from the slot machine to talk to Orochimaru, “I figured it was that kid. You kept him in the sound village in order to protect him. What I don’t understand, is how the kid ended up working for Akatsuki as a spy? I also don’t understand how Kabuto ended up with my former colleague Yakushi if he was in you’re possession to begin with?”



“When I grabbed up Kabuto, who was three at the time, was the last time Kabuto had ever used the seven tailed cat’s powers. He delivered a chakra blow to my head and knocked me out. I was mistaken for being dead and Kabuto was gone. Have you ever heard of the Asukas who lived on the outskirts of the villages?”



Tsunade shook her head, “you mean the only family other than the Hyuugas who had ever beaten the Uchihas in tracing their family roots to very powerful warriors even before the first Hokage. Who have the characteristics of silver hair and eyes that turn red when they are pushed to the brink. Yeah, but you’re taking about a family who had been long dead. Their last decedents died from the then fourteen year old Deidara’s bombs during the Sound and Fire village warring era. There is no direct evidence that the family is survived.”



“I have the direct evidence that the Asukas last decedent here,” Orochimaru took out the paper from a pocket of his kosode and tossed it to Tsunade.



Tsunade recognized the DNA sequence immediately, and the fact that it was not only Kabuto’s but of an Asuka, the only words she could form was, “oh my goddess!”



“Kabuto is an Asuka,” Orochimaru continued, “after the old medic Yakushi died from natural causes, the Akatsuki took Kabuto when he was eight. He still remained a Konoha citizen. After that he went into my possession again.”



Tsunade became quiet again and went back to her slot game. `Sannin slots, what a silly gimmick!!’ Tsunade mused seeing her head with the jewel on the cartoon version of her head, Jiraiya’s white haired cartoon version, and Orochimaru’s long tongued cartoon version. She pulled the handle to see that after that machine stopped spinning, she ended up getting Jiraiya’s head, her head, and Orochimaru’s head. She groaned at the fact she lost.



Orochimaru laughed at the fact that Tsunade had an infamous losing streak and decided to make a bet with her, “10,000 yen says that you will lose to your own cartoon head. How about it, Tsunade? Legendary sucker!”



“You’re on, you asshole!!!” Tsunade exclaimed, then after hearing Jiraiya’s laughter, turned toward the frog sannin, then back to her raven haired ex teammate “I’m feeling very lucky right now so get ready to pay me Orochimaru!!”



Tsunade griped the handle and watched it spin. She saw that the first was Orochimaru’s head, the next to pop up was her head, the last was Orochimaru’s head. Her two ex-teammates, who were right behind her, roared with laughter.



“Orochimaru, no matter how hard you try to behave yourself, you are still pure evil!” Tsunade exclaimed, handing Orochimaru 10,000 yen, but that didn’t let up on the insults.



Jiraiya was still trying to control his laughter, “not only did Tsunade lose, but she lost with her own cartoon head. I wonder what would happen if she was feeling unlucky.”



“She’d probably break the machine,” Orochimaru snickered along with Jiraiya.



Tsunade ordered some sake, and gulped it down, “shut up you fucking bastards!!!”



Orochimaru stared at the night time sky, finding himself missing his deadly Kabuto. He missed the way the medic nin made him feel, the feeling of completeness he had never felt before. He hoped Kabuto was all right back in the sound village.



Jiraiya and Tsunade looked at their ex-teammate. The Sannin looked very lovesick.



“That is the look of lovesickness,” Jiraiya whispered, “he must have a lady back in his village.”



“Let’s cheer him up,” Tsunade whispered back. They both walked toward the snake nin.



Tsunade rested her hand on Orochimaru’s back, “who are you missing? A lover back in your village?”



“Yeah, my deadly Kabuto,” Orochimaru replied, feeling melancholy, “we have only been two weeks, but I completely cherish him. He’s more than just my servant, more than just a Jinchuuriki with royal like blood, he’s my equal!!!”



“You should send him a message tonight,” the slug nin suggested as they exited the casino with Kakashi, “to see how he is.”



The three watched as Orochimaru headed to book himself a hotel room for the night. They experienced something that almost all of Orochimaru’s men have never experienced, an Orochimaru that had feelings and that missed his gay lover.



“It’s strange isn’t it?” Kakashi commented, “Orochimaru’s weakness is Kabuto. Whether or not he wants to admit it to himself, Kabuto is his weakness.”



“Yeah, it is,” Tsunade agreed, “but everyone could have seen it coming besides kids and perverted hermits who only think about tits, ass, and pussy.”



“Huh?” Jiraiya asked, giving Tsunade the evil eye, “well in my opinion, he had always been a loner.”



“You remember when Orochimaru pulled a prank on you back when we were kids?”



“There’s no need to tell Kakashi about that . .”



Kakashi moved his head closer to the sannins, “I want to hear the story!! It sure passes time by.”



“Anyway,” Tsunade continued much to Jiraiya’s dismay, “This was all when we were thirteen years old. Orochimaru told Jiraiya that a brothel was open and that teenagers not only get in but they get in for free. Well, Jiraiya came running full speed toward the direction Orochimaru led him to. I mean, think about how fast Naruto runs to Ichiraku to get their ramen, that’s how fast Jiraiya ran. Orochimaru ended up setting a booby trap along the trail. Jiraiya came charging down the trail. Orochimaru got the vine trap ready and ended up tripping Jiraiya into a pool of mud. I couldn’t stop laughing.”



“HA HA,” Jiraiya said sarcastically, “It was even funnier when Sarutobi-sensei ended up punishing me for coming back all muddy. That was Orochimaru’s first evil scheme.”



Kakashi snickered, “so Orochimaru was one to pull pranks, huh? The younger him sounds an awful lot like Naruto. Man, who would’ve knew that . .”



“Well, even though he was one to pull pranks,” Jiraiya explained, “he was real quiet and distant.”



“Who would’ve knew that he would’ve ended up dating some one younger than I am,” the twenty six year old jounin replied, amazed by the irony of it.



Tsunade shook her head, “to each his own. Hopefully he can keep up with a younger nin.”



“Damn it!!” Jiraiya swore, “I want a young nineteen year old lover. Breasts so firm–“



“You pervert!!!” Tsunade smacked Jiraiya upside his head, “you have multiple one night stands and more than 200,000 yen banked into Konoha brothels. What do you have to be jealous about? You’re such a horn-ball, I swear!!”



“Which one of them is the seme?” Kakashi asked directing the conversation back to the subject of Kabuto’s and Orochimaru’s relationship.



Tsunade sighed, “does it matter?”



Jiraiya couldn’t help but imagine a plot between a strong emotionless ninja and his nineteen year old hot young, virginal, female servant with a large chest size and an exotic outfit her master makes her wear while she cleans his dick with her tongue. If Orochimaru has given him one good thing in the last twenty years, it would be inspiration for his next novel. He would have to find more inspiration awaiting in the women bath house and soon!!!

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