Sui: I have started yet another story... It is offical. I didn't really want it to hapen, but I have become the guy who has six or seven different stories going at once and updates roughly once a month. This story was taken up as a challenge from dracohalo117.


Orochimaru had plan. Realistically speaking, Orochimaru had always had plan. He had a plan to be the best when he was in Konoha. He had a plan t become Hokage. He had a plan to learn every jutsu in existence. He had a plan to take revenge on Konoha for not making him Hokage. And now, he had a plan to achieve true immortality.

At first, Orochimaru couldn't believe that there was so many powerful abilities gathered in one place. Hidan was immune to any type of death he could imagine. Kakuzu could steal hearts and gain their elemental affinities and extend his lifespan. Deidara could take any base earthen material and turn it into a mobile explosive. Sasori had taken puppetry to a whole different level and had even turned himself into a living human puppet. Kisame had a seemingly sentient sword that could absorb chakra and transfer it to him. Itachi had the most powerful and developed Sharingan he had ever seen, even having achieved a forbidden level of the doujutsu. Zetsu could travel amazing distances at lightning speeds, be merging into any solid surface. The blue haired woman could control, and even turn into paper at will. But of all these powers, there was one that amazed him the most. The leader of this organization had the Rinnegan, a legendary doujutsu that was believed to be a myth.

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"Fucking piece of fucking shit, defying Jashin-Sama like that." Hidan cursed as his ritual ended.

"Shut up Hidan, or next time I won't put your head back on your shoulders." Kakuzu groused.

"Now now Hidan, no need to complain too much, don't want to remain without a body do you?" Orochimaru said, patting Hidan on his newly stitched up shoulder.

"Damn it you snake bastard, not on the fucking wounds." Hidan began his rant, not noticing the vial of blood or the vial containing a small black thread slip into Orochimaru's sleeve.

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"Art is a bang!" Deidara yelled at his puppet wielding partner before wincing at the stinging pain of his wounds.

"No, your 'art' is a mockery. True art lasts through the ages." Sasori argued back calmly.

"Don't worry Deidara, I understand your plight." Orochimaru comforted the blond artist as he removed some bloody bandages.

"Yeah! See, Orochimaru gets it!" Deidara cheered.

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"Keh, I knew that pathetic excuse of a sword couldn't stand against my Samehada." Kisame boasted.

"True, but you can't say it wasn't a good match." Orochimaru said, pocketing the fragment of Kisame's blade he had managed to chip off during their fight.

"That Kusanagi of yours wouldn't even be able to so much as chip a piece off of Samehada if it were asleep." Kisame rebuked.

"Maybe." Orochimaru agreed with a snake like smile.

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"The leader demands you return to the base." Konan relayed to the snake like man before her, though she was slightly disturbed by the self-satisfied smile he wore.

"Of course, I'll return at once." Orochimaru bowed slightly before taking off towards Akatsuki's main base, after having pocketed the chakra infused peice of paper he had grabbed during Konan's paper shushin.

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"Your orders, Leader?"

"You are to accompany Zetsu on a bounty hunting mission. Take down the target and return quickly." The shadowy leader of Akatsuki ordered, unaware that Orochimaru had already gotten a piece of genetic information on him.

'You really shouldn't give people rings made of your own body and condensed and reenforced with chakra you arrogant child.'

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"I would advise you not to touch me again without my permission if you don't want to become mulch." Zetsu said in his shifting tone.

"Sorry, I was just trying to be friendly." Orochimaru said contritely.

"I do not want friends."

"I will respect your wishes." Orochimaru carefully stashed away the skin sample he had nearly lost a hand for.

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'Kukuku, now all I need is a sample from Itachi and Sasori's scrolls on puppetry and human puppetry.' Orochimaru plotted, 'But those may be the most difficult to get. Itachi is more paranoid than I am and Sasori's will have to be gathered in the same night as Itachi's so I have time to get away before he realizes his scrolls are gone.'

Orochimaru slid in and out of the shadows of the base, planning to get his last two pieces that night and leave before anyone realized he was gone.

Slipping into Sasori's room, Orochimaru was grateful that his careful observation had paid off as he knew that even the puppet man had to rest and was unaware of his surroundings during that brief period of time. Orochimaru quickly gathered the scrolls, making no noise as he slunk out of the room, moving towards where he knew Itachi would be.

"What do you want Orochimaru." Itachi droned in the same monotone he always seemed to speak in.

"Just a little night time spar." Orochimaru offered.

"No, now leave me be."

A kunai whizzed by Itachi's head, Itachi having tilted his head just enough for it to miss at the last moment. Itachi stood and turned to face Orochimaru, Sharingan eyes spinning.

"You are betraying the organization." Itachi stated more than asked.

Orochimaru's hand shot forward, a kunai in it's grip, aiming to hit the Uchiha between the eyes. There was a blur of movement as Orochimaru's attack missed and his severed hand fell uselessly to the ground.

"Senei Ta Jashu." Orochimaru called, several large snakes erupting from his sleave.

Itachi easily dispatched the snakes and set off after the fleeing Orochimaru, not noticing the severed hand no longer laying on the ground or the fact that he was now a few hairs lighter.

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Guard duty was perhaps the most boring job anyone could receive and was often assigned as punishment. Nothing of interest ever happened. Sure, you got to see the occasional prisoner arrive or a shinobi leaving on or returning from a mission, but nothing of true importance ever happened.

These were the thoughts of the Oto shinobi who stood guard at the south entrance of Orochimaru's main base. At least they were until he saw a figure stumbling towards his position.

"Halt! State your Name and business."

"Get me a new body, now!" Orochimaru hissed at the guard, his yellow eyes alight with rage as he hurried towards his room.

"W-which o-o-one S-sir." The Oto shinobi stuttered, realizing his, most likely, fatal mistake.

"Any one! Just bring a body to my room!" Orochimaru stumbled into the darkness of the base, leaving the terrified shinobi to sprint into the base after him to retrieve a new host from the prisoners for him.


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