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Okaaaay. First I'd like to say that It's the first fanfic I've ever written, so.. erh.. yeah. And I'd also like to add that this is the first story I write that's actually in english, so I'm not so sure about the spelling and the grammar... oO
And as you probaply already know; Orochimaru and kabuto doesn't belong to me. 8o
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Kabuto wasn't that bad. Not as bad as he seemed. You just had to know him, and there was one big problem with that; he never let you know him. That was the thing he always was accurate with. He never let anybody in under his skin.
He leaned back to the cold stone wall and closed his eyes with a deep sigh.
Kabuto was cold, he was strict, and even if he never allowed himself to admit it; he was lonely. The thought could come creeping like a cold shadow, making him shudder.
"Kukuku…"
He wasn't sure what made him most surprised; that he hadn't noticed Orochimaru coming into the corridor or the fact that he was laughing at him. He slowly opened his eyes to see his master standing in front of him, leaning on the wall on the other side.
"I didn't even think that my servant ever could wear such expressions on his pretty little face."
And I didn't notice I wore them.
"Something bothering you?"
Yes, there were things bothering him. Too much, actually. But exposing it for someone else? And Orochimaru of all persons? That wasn't even to think about.
"No, why would you think that?"
Orochimaru smirked at him and raised an eyebrow.
"Perhaps because you're standing alone in this corridor at 2 am with that look on your face."
WHAT look?
The man in front of him moved closer with a milder smile. He could feel cold hands on his even colder cheeks.
"I don't want you to be that sad, Kabuto-kun. You do know I care about you?"
That look?
He raised his grey eyes just to lower them again when he met Orochimarus golden ones, those that gave him the feeling that they could see through his soul.
"I… "
People did call him a mean besserwisser who never new when to shut up, and sometimes it probably was correct, but now when it actually was of importance to answer something he couldn't utter a word. He couldn't help it, but he almost felt scared, and that thought made him wanna throw up. Kabuto couldn't remember the last time anyone stood this close to him (both literally and figurative), he felt Orochimarus breath next to his ear and he was so near to loose control, he was so near to throw himself into Orochimarus arms and beg him that he never would let him go.
But he didn't. He was Yakushi Kabuto after all. He didn't do such things.
"Could you… Just… Move away? A bit? Please?"
He felt insecure and that was one of the feelings he hated the most.
Orochimaru stepped back with an expression he wasn't sure about what it was. Disappointment?
"I'll be in my room if you change your mind, Kabuto-kun."
He closed his eyes and heard his master's steps down the corridor.
And everything was just like it was before he had shown up.