a/n: Good day to all! Hello! This is my second bibliography fan fiction. I hope you guys enjoy this!
Title: Snake Eyes
Genre: Again, I have no idea what the genre is…drama?
Rating: K+ to T
Summary: I am a fifty-year-old ninja from the village of the sound. I am one of the legendary sannins that people feared and adored. I am the genius that comes once in a decade. I should have been the fourth Hokage. I could have been the right-hand-man of Mantarou, leader of Akatsuki. I could and should have been one of the greatest Konoha ninjas that ever lived. But, I wasn't and I never will. My name is Orochimaru and this is my story.
The Prelude
Am I evil?
Many people shiver at the sound of that word. But, what is evil? Is evil being bad and vise versa or are they two separate things? What is the relationship between good and evil? Are opposites or perhaps synonyms? If so, what is it? Am I considered evil or it is just merely a tendency all sleeping within us? Or is it a characteristic everybody possesses?
What is evil?
Evil is a mere word thrown around by weak mean who would rather live in a world they were given and just follow the flow of life rather fight it. Evil is not a fact; it is an opinion. Evil is not a declaration, it is a dare for courageous people who want to explore life itself. It is not a state of being but a point of view that varies from one person to another.
There is really no such a real definition of evil nor is there such a word that is a tangible equivalent. Similarly, there really is neither good nor bad. There are just two different sides that always fight which one is better. But, which is stronger? I don't know. But at least I have chosen a side.
I am not evil. No one is. What I do is what I think is 'right'. And who I fight is who I think is 'wrong'. This war I have been pushing through is for my norms, beliefs and dreams. And I know it will take more a dozen life times to fight the war. And to do that, I have mastered a forbidden technique. Right now, I am to undergo that forbidden technique to continue this war. This technique will be my success. Though this is my fourth time to this, something inside tells me that something might go wrong. I am breathing shallow and quicker. My heart beats faster than before. I have a bad feeling inside me.
Before I closed my eyes, I looked around me. I saw the dark shadows of my chamber and the dim glow of the candle which served as the only source of light in this room. I could feel the warm and humid air in my room. I spread my vision. I saw my familiar silver hair right-hand man, Kabuto. He was preparing for the technique. I turned my head for the last time and finally closed my eyes.
To hopefully relieve myself from my fear, I hummed a soft tune, the only song I knew, the only song that touched my lips.
"It took one look
And forever laid out in front of me
One smile and I died
Only to be revived by you
There I was
Thought I had everything figured out
Goes to show just how much I know
'bout the way life plays out...
I take one step away
But I find myself coming back to you
My one and only, one and only you"
But somehow, I don't care if I die. I was prepared to and I wanted to die a long time ago. It is perhaps because I have nothing to lose; nothing else to. I have lost all I have hope and cherished for. All I once believed in had been destroyed; my shattered dreams, punctured aspirations, and torn hope. I have been consumed by my fear, anger, hate, and suffering. I have nothing to live for anymore. What is left inside of me is revenge and hatred.
But, I didn't start out like this. I was once an infant, a child, a gennin, a lover; I was once a person who had with him compassion, hope, and love. Yes, I once had it all…
a/n: That was the prologue…please review…!