Orochimaru walked into his layer and sat in his favorite chair. He had only one question to ask his glasses wearing assistant. "What the hell is this?" "Sir," replied Kabuto, "Today is October 27th, don't you remember what today it is?" Orochimaru pondered, and as he pondered a bad feeling crept up his spine. He knew today was going to be a bad day, but he had no reason for thinking so. It was a gut feeling that he followed.
Kabuto wondered why his master could not figure it out. What did he have to do, sing it? As if the purple and black streamers hung in every doorframe, and green balloons that were by the entrance weren't enough, Orochimaru couldn't even guess by Sasuke setting the table and placing down a cake (which Kabuto made himself, the stressfulness of working in the kitchen with that stupid Uchiha kid) didn't spell it.
"Oh." It was quiet, and barely audible, but it was there. A small word uttered, but with a few meanings. Fear; which was rarely in Orochimaru's words, anger; common, but also rarely used, and lastly, humiliation.
Orochimaru looked to the boy in front of him, who was practically beside himself with glee. "So, you realized it's your birthday?" Kabuto asked smiling. Orochimaru nodded stiffly, this caused an odd reaction. It made Kabuto squeal like a girl. "Ok, I made you a cake, and Sasuke offered to serve us some!" Kabuto said grabbing his lord's arm and dragging him to the table where Sasuke now sat.
Orochimaru did not mind Sasuke and Kabuto's efforts, though what he did mind was getting older. If he was going to be immortal, he needed to stop aging, which meant, goodbye birthdays. Kabuto, bless whatever mercy he will get, was making that job difficult for him.
Orochimaru glanced at the cake. It looked edible; actually, it looked pretty good. It was a layered round cake with chocolate frosting and purple snake decorations on it and his name in neon green icing. Orochimaru was ready to bet his prize possession, Sasuke, on the fact that Kabuto had a professional come in and do the snakes. The med nin had been shown the anatomy of a snake for Christ sake. Snakes do not have super, and I mean super, big heads and tiny tiny tongues. To say the least, Orochimaru was a bit pissed about the snakes.
He was even more pissed that Kabuto gave him the head of one of the snakes. He got even MORE pissed that Kabuto was babbling about his day, and blabbing his ear off. He could live with being pissed, but what he could not stand was the gift Kabuto gave him.
"A FUZZY SNAKE?" That does it. Whatever luck the grey haired teen had, just ran out. Orochimaru was really pissed off now, and Sasuke (or a door) was nowhere in sight.
Outside of Orochimaru's layer echoed many screams of terror, horror, and pain. Therefore, I guess you could say Orochimaru's birthday was never mentioned again… Until Makou came, but that's another story.
Happy Birthday Orochimaru…