If Orochimaru had one talent in particular, it was espionage. He could take on someone else's appearance and manner completely, and fool everyone around him. He had impersonated the Sandaime Kazekage for weeks before he had invaded Konoha. Hell, he even had a jutsu to steal someone else's face! Literally!
These facts meant nothing now. There was someone better than him. He honestly didn't know where the man had come from! No one had ever seen him in action, but he had left his mark everywhere. On the village walls, the ninja training academy, the armories, the Otokage tower, the Jounin lounge, his secretary's office, even his personal bathroom! His fucking bathroom!
No one knew who the man was allied with. No ninja village claimed to have his allegiance. Kabuto had never heard of him. The bastard had to be some kind of fucking super-ninja! Who knew what trouble he could cause if left unchecked? What if the man was an assassin? For all Orochimaru knew, he could pop out of his desk drawer and slice off his head! Or the little shit might squeeze himself out of the showerhead while he was bathing! Maybe he'd slither out from under his bed while he was sleeping, and - !
Orochimaru paused his mental rant to peek under his desk, then jumped back, sending his chair clattering to the floor. After his heart rate returned to normal, he stormed out of his office, demanding that the damned graffiti be cleaned from his work area. As he walked, he grumbled under his breath, sending his subordinates running.
"How the Hell was he THERE?!" The Otokage screamed to the sky, as if expecting Kami himself to answer. Several labored breaths later, he resumed his walk, examining every crack and crevice of his village as he went. Spotting the despised symbol on the side of a vendor's stall, he ordered it be repainted as soon as possible. He looked up, and the was the cursed mark again, on the underside of an archway marking a street crossing. A quick earth jutsu later, and said arch no longer existed.
Everywhere he went, the damned super-spy seemed to have been! By now, he could have made a map of the entire village, for anyone to use! He would know every secret Otogakure held, and then some! Orochimaru's entire operation could be undermined!
With another shout of fury, the Otokage entered his living quarters and slammed the door. He tiredly made his way to his bed, laid down, and closed his eyes. A few seconds later, he opened them wide, and stared at the chalk drawing on his ceiling. It depicted a bald man with a humongous nose peaking over a line, hands gripping the line on either side of his head. A shout echoed loudly throughout the village.
"WHO IN THE SEVENTH LEVEL OF HELL IS KILROY?!?!"