"Leave him. He's useless now." Orochimaru hissed looking down at the bleeding body of his most divoted servant. Kabuto smirked and kicked the fallen man in his side. All the dying man saw was the feet of his master and that filth, Kabuto, walking away.
"Orochimaru-sama..." he croaked reaching out his hand trying to grab at the quickly disappering figure in the distance. His vision started to swim.
"Master has left me for dead.
No, I failed him.
I do not deserve to serve Orochimaru-sama.
Maybe I was a fool.
No.
He.
used me... "
A shadow fell across the man.
"Take me death. I am ready." he whispered.
"Poor man." a female voice whispered.
The man jerked slightly as a hand brushed against one of his wounds.
With that, Kimimaro fell into unconciousness.