toehold

by lotus head

The crumbs the mice leave. [There is a trail of breadcrumbs up to his house, but when Gaara steps within it it is no longer a home, and so the snake waiting out of place within can not be called a trespasser.] Vague OrochimaruGaara.

DISCLAMER I own, uh, stuff. Not including Naruto, durr.

WARNINGS none!

AUTHOR NOTES For Homeslice! For she is lovely and amazing. The summary and the title was thought up by her. :3 Go send her love and read her fics.

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toehold

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.1

He always hated his father most, even though he hated almost everyone equally.

(As he sees it, they all betrayed him by not loving him, each and every one of them. And so he will squash them like the ants that they are, before his anger abates.)

And now, lacking a person to hate most, he turns to his father's killer for the position.

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.2

('Evil', however broad a term, has a certain sense of forever for it. There as many good deeds as bad, but it's somehow always the bad that shapes the person.

Orochimaru does not have the eternity he hopes for. But contributing to the darkness, he will live forever, and with each ant squashed under his heel he adds another grain of rice to the pile.)

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.3

It was Orochimaru that put it all in motion, just like it always was.

Gaara had none of the blood he wanted, the sand was useless to him, even dangerous. Two people with separate ambitions never go together well, even when they both share the similar path of destruction.

But Gaara was young and as impressionable as all the young were, and Orochimaru was always good at pretending to provide what was needed to lonely children.

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.4

And the way the boy looked at him, mild-colored eyes full of hate, it really made him smile.