Those nights meant nothing, did they?
Fingers moved caressingly across his skin and a soft gasp escaped pale lips. Arching back, his silver hair fell limply into his eyes and a cruel chuckle echoed. It was cruel, he knew that now. "You are quite a beautiful specimen…"
Those words used to captivate me. Anything that sounded close to a compliment I locked inside my heart.
His hair was brushed from his eyes with a gentle sweep of the others fingers and lips closed over his own. Willingly he opened his mouth for the intruding tongue, willingly he pressed back into each touch, willingly…
You validated my existence. And I, for a fleeting moment, thought I validated yours.
"Orochimaru…" His voice whimpered and the talented mouth moved to his throat leaving pink and purple marks in his wake. "Shh" He was hushed and he complied without complaint, his body shivering with delight as he was entered. The pain was a minor thing, it didn't matter, not when Orochimaru was concerned.
I should have seen my worthlessness to you from the start…Was it because you were too good for me?
He was left lying in the bed while Orochimaru dressed and left with no more words. He was a busy man, of course he had no time to whisper sweet nothings to his lover.
Or maybe…I was just too weak…
Green eyes closed tightly and each cough rolled from his throat with a stabbing pain, blood spluttering from his lips and onto the sheets. Voices in the hall indicated the actions were not unheard. "Orochimaru…The boy will not make it for very long, a couple of years or so…If I had the medical records of his village I could-" "Nevermind, Kabuto… He is nothing but a toy… When he fades away, another will simple replace him…"
The words stung me worse than any pain I'd been given in that prison, yet…It only fuelled my need to prove I existed, to prove to you I was worth all the effort.
"Kimimaro…" The voice cut through his thoughts and he turned on his heel, blood dripping from his lips and kunai in hand. "What are you doing out here?" "T-Training…Orochimaru-sama…" The silver haired boy whispered, looking down ashamed. A hand clasped under his chin and rose it and lips lowered onto his, hungrily sucking the blood away. "Good boy" Orochimaru whispered, and Kimimaro felt his cheeks become warm.
For years and years I tried to gain your respect and convince you to acknowledge me…and in time…you did…
"We are now the sound five" He stated in a commanding voice. "Is that so?" One of them sneered, the others followed with their own harsh remarks and it caused a smirk to flicker to life on his lips. "Mm…" He mumbled and with a startling speed, he was behind the first, his fingers dug into the others arm and with a sharp twist a snap resounded, "Don't challenge me" Kimimaro said, and was surprised at the coldness that had taken his voice.
But in the end…I suppose I will just drift away. Die… Yes, dying will validate this pathetic existence of mine… and maybe when I'm gone… you will think about me sometimes…
The sand closed around his body yet he uttered no sound. The word he longed to speak, died upon his lips. "Aishiteru…" He mouthed as everything became dark. Orochimaru…
Goodbye…