Welcome to my drabble collection. All that you shall read was done out of complete boredom, and more than likely tiredness. Enjoy!
Kabuto Yakushi pushed his glasses further up his nose, looking around nervously.
"Why," he asked himself, turning onto an empty road, "did Orochimaru-sama send me to do this?"
The young medial ninja sighed in frustration as he opened a door, which lead into a well-lit room. Lining the walls of the room were rolls upon rolls of fabrics, spools upon spools of thread, and tons of packages of ribbon.
"Hello, sir," a woman, probably in her mid to late twenties, greeted him with a smile. Kabuto smiled back nervously.
"HI. Um... I was sent by Oro-"
"Oh, Kabuto-kun, again?" another lady asked, looking at the Genin with pity. "He really needs to stop working you so hard. If he wants someone to go and fetch items, Orochimaru needs a wife."
Kabuto refrained from commenting about his master's Michael Jackson tenancies and nodded in agreement. The woman was right in one respect: someone else was needed to do this.
Fishing behind the counter, the lady who recognized Kabuto pulled out a large bag of materials.
"Here you go, Yakushi-kun," she said, smiling sympathetically. "And tell Tayuya that I said hello."
Kabuto nodded, grabbing the bag, wincing slightly at the weight. Who knew fabric, rope, and dye would weigh umpteen pounds?
"I will, Kaede-chan," he said, smiling kindly. Turning away from the counter, Kabuto left the store,taking the back roads so as not to be seen on his latest mission: the dreaded semi-monthly trip to the Jo-Anne Fabrics of Otogakure.
Well, there is is. I had fifteen minutes to pass before bed, and in that time, I give you insanity which closely resembles my own. Good lord, making an Orochimaru costume can kill ya, can't it?