Down in one of the many hidden rooms within his vast fortress, the aging man sat up in the medical bed. The pain he felt in his body, his arms, was nothing compared to the pain that had begun to engulf his mind. It was unbearable, the feeling of uncertainty, helplessness, powerlessness, and mortality. He couldn't stand it! All he can do is lie in his bed, being waited on by others. He had already taken out his anger at one of the doctors; he won't be bothering him again. The only one he could tolerate was his bespectacled right-hand man. And speak of the devil. The boy came in with a tray of various medicines and herbs. He placed them down next to the bed and began his preparations.
"Kabuto, I am clearly not the mood right now." The man glared down at his assistant, but Kabuto only continued to give him that same cocky smirk he puts on when he shows off.
"But Lord Orochimaru, I must administer the medicine on schedule." As he attempted to calm down his master and mentor, Kabuto flicked the syringe needle. "We must try to keep you in health if the transfer will be a success. The time is steadily approaching."
Kabuto then inserted the needle into one of his master's veins and injected the substance. Orochimaru's body then began to relax a little. Yes, Kabuto was correct. The time surely was coming. Soon he will leave this horrid, decrypted body and enter a new one. A new, young, and powerful body. One that belongs to one of the most ancient and notorious clans to ever come onto the battlefield. Uchiha. Uchiha Sasuke. The power of the Sharingan will soon belong to him. No, not just the Sharingan, but the power that once belonged to that man, Uchiha Madara. He allowed a small chuckle escape his lips. Oh how he dreamed of the day that the power of one of the most infamous kekkei genkais the world has ever known, and soon the power will be his.
Satisfied, Kabuto picked up the tray and quietly left the room. The medicine began to affect his body and Orochimaru's began to feel lose and relax. He allowed his to slump a little. It was time to rest his body. His eyes began to close as sleep began to overtake him.
"Agh!" A sharp pain arose from Orochimaru's mid section. A single katana had pierced him from behind and ran straight through his left lung. "Damn! Who…?" Then he felt it. A menacing chakra that he was all too familiar with. A chakra that he had been mentoring for the past three years. "Uchiha…Sasuke…"
Orochimaru's attacker was hidden in the small space between the head of the bed and the wall behind it. He had concealed his presence perfectly, and struck with expert timing and precision.
"You…brat! How dare you!" The boy only stared back without emotion and unresponsive. "Hahahaha, fine then. I'll just take your body now and then…ugh!" Orochimaru couldn't control his chakra properly. "Raiton…damn it." Sasuke was interrupting the electrical signals from the brain by causing raiton to flow from his sword and into Orochimaru.
"You honestly thought I would just let you take my body? Either you are a fool or you've finally lost it." Sasuke finally spoke. "I was planning this from the beginning."
"What about your brother? You need me to fulfill the oath of vengeance that you have taken against him."
"No, I've gotten all I can out of you. Besides…" Sasuke's mind drifted back to the day that he had confronted him. "What do plan to do when Orochimaru plans to take your body? Once you're done with him come seek me out, I will be able to aid you." "…someone I know to be much stronger then you has already promised me Itachi's head!" And with that last sentence, Sasuke sent a stream of electricity through Orochimaru's body, frying his brain into nothing then a mass of boiling mush.
Sasuke slowly rose from the space between the bed and the wall, pulling out his sword from the now dead Sanin. "Now, let's see if can keep your promise, Uzumaki Naruto."
Author's Note: I know not much right now but the pace will pick up with the next chapter. This is my first fanfic. Any constructive criticism is appreciated. Read and review! =)
