I own nothing! I don't own Naruto or any of its characters! Just the OC's that come with Sarah's previous lifestyle, and even then, they're based off of the people they are in the story.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Orochimaru growled angrily.
"Nothing," Sasuke retorted angrily as he wheeled around to face the angry Sannin.
"Of course you're standing in front of my room for no reason," Orochimaru sneered angrily. "Fawning after my wife again, are you?"
"I wasn't fawning after her!" Sasuke yelled angrily, and unfortunately for him I could hear his every word.
"Both of you, shut up! Sasuke, bug off! Orochimaru, get in here!" I ordered, and Sasuke stared at me as Orochimaru walked in.
I knew what I looked like to him – I'd had him show me many times. The wife of Orochimaru, the infamous ninja who had supposedly suppressed all emotions except greed; the mother of his four, soon to be five children; and, finally, I was his mentor as well. I learned more jutsu than him in a day, and I was off-limits in the dojo to Sasuke, or anyone for that matter. The only ones that were allowed to fight me didn't want to when I was pregnant, even if only by a couple months.
I sighed in boredom, my weight once again being more on the front of my body than my back. Akuma was taking a nap like a good little boy, and Tenshi, Kiseki, and Kurama were as well. I began hacking up phlegm, something that I had grown accustomed to during the months of this past pregnancy since my twins seemed to take everything out of my immune system. Even Kabuto and Orochimaru couldn't tell why, but they did know that my womb's protective wall was much stronger this last time than the previous two. I guessed that it was because of Sasuke trying to electrocute me to death when I was two months along, but nobody really knew for sure.
"Bored, kit?" he asked, putting his hands on his scroll of choice. "I was thinking of getting you a pet now that Nagini has died, but I wasn't sure of what you felt would be best."
"Absolution!" I yelled, excited suddenly, and then backed my hyperactivity off. I didn't know why my mind was brought to my Absol on my Pokémon: Diamond Version.
"Of course, dear," he sighed, knowing by now to go along with it. "If that's what you want. You know how to get it, yes?"
"Yeah – my Diamond Version!" I yelled excitedly yanking on the scroll at the top of the rack he kept in our room – a rack of scrolls that had been banned into our room because of Sasuke's prying eyes. Some of the scrolls held jutsus that were chaotic, but most of them had other scrolls sealed inside of them. Some of the sealed scrolls had other scrolls inside them for more sealing contents, but others had forbidden jutsu so powerful it boggled my mind that Orochimaru hadn't mastered them yet.
"No!" he yelled as he went to stop the barrage of scrolls from landing on top of me – oops. I clamped my eyes shut in expectance of the reaction of the scrolls or another lecture, but it never happened.
I hesitantly opened my eyes, and almost screamed at what I saw.
I was back on Earth, and fortunately for me, Orochimaru had taken most of the scrolls' weights on him as they fell in his quest to protect me and our unborn child from them. I saw his head beginning to knot in several places, and wanted to start crying at my own stupidity. I let the tears fall, not caring if he called me weak for it, and wanting to try to wake him up without risking more danger. He was unconscious, and wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.
"Orochimaru! Maru! Maru, wake up, please!" I begged, looking around me. Unknown territory – crap.
"Sarah," he moaned quietly. I sighed, and began trying to even out my breathing, knowing if he'd moaned out my name, he'd be healthy enough to move. I hefted him up, even though he was 6'7" and I was 5' even, and began to carry him off. He was half trying to walk, but not really making much progress. He suddenly snapped alert and dodged away from me.
Right in front of a moving car.
"Orochimaru!" I screamed as the car hit him head on. He was thrown backwards, and I heard the sickening crunch of bones as his body met the car and then concrete.
"Oh my god! I am so sorry!" the man began saying quickly, but my battle instincts had already surfaced. I wanted to put him in a coffin of crushing snakes, but I quickly leapt over to him and yanked his cell phone out of his pocket.
"Use it. Cops. Now," I growled, and he complied. I ignored him as he told the cop what had happened, and I looked around. One, two…five street cameras. Good, I was home free. I'd carried him around the corner, so nobody could have known that we had come from the ninja world.
A few minutes later, we heard the wailing of sirens, and I stared as an ambulance pulled up in front of a police car. The man went to give his testimony, and I pleaded with the paramedics not to separate me from Orochimaru. I stared at the man as he began telling his side of the story, and I began telling the paramedics mine. Well, sort of. I left out the part where Oro and I had come from a different dimension.
"Will he be okay? he won't die, will he? Please tell me he won't," I began panicking, unused to being the conscious one in the chaos of a near-death experience that had to do with people getting hit on the head. I was normally the one getting hit on the head and Orochimaru was the one worrying, not the other way around!
"He'll be fine. He's stable, but we're going to take him to the hospital, just to be safe," they assured me gently, apparently knowing what to do for him quickly. "Your father's going to be fine, he'll probably just have some broken bones and possibly a concussion, that's all."
"So, my husband won't have anything to do with memory loss?" I asked, somehow not believing our good luck in that. They looked at each other like something was wrong, and one of the paramedics began looking out the window.
"Erm…no," the medic said after a long pause. "It's still a possibility, but we won't know for sure until he wakes up. How old are you, ma'am?"
"Twenty-one and a half," I replied warily. "And mother of his four children. Hopefully five soon, if…"
"If he survives?" they asked gently.
"If I survive," I murmured, and they stared at me like I had cancer or the plague. When they wheeled him into the ER, I began pacing in the waiting room. I couldn't stay still – movement was like a drug for me right now. It went on like this for a few minutes, and one of the medics came out. I braced for the worst.
"He'll live – he'll be fine, and he has no visible signs of trauma except for badly bruised legs and a broken left arm," the medic said calmly, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Safe.
"Thank you," I sighed wearily, sitting down to finally give my legs a break. He nodded before leaving once more.
I flitted over to the room they placed him in and peeked in hesitantly – he wasn't hooked up to wires, thank goodness, but was still boiling angry. Looks like he kept his memory, but I was soon found wrong.
"What the hell is going on? What the hell happened to my clothes? And why the hell does everyone think I'm dying?" he yelled angrily, and I hesitantly walked in. "Oh, no you don't – I'm not letting you anywhere near me with another needle!"
"I'm not a medic," I said quickly, then jumped to the worst conclusion of him having amnesia. "I – you don't remember me?"
"I – Sarah?" he asked in disbelief, and I stared at him. He'd remembered me! Although, from when, I had no idea.
"Yes! Yes, thank heavens you remembered me!" I said as I brought him into a gentle, yet over-excited and watery eyed embrace.
"But – how? You're an apprentice, a genin," he said confused. "How – you were so fast – too fast. What happened to you? You've gotten faster since…"
"Since?" I pressed gently.
"You were eighteen," he said immediately, his brow furrowed in confusion. I wanted to cry – he didn't remember marrying me, training me or the Chunin exam battles at all! He didn't even remember our family life!
"Orochimaru-kun, I know it's a lot to take in, but…" I began slowly, twisting my wedding band nervously, "you got hurt, and…well, there're gaps in your memories. I'm twenty, almost twenty-one, and-and we have four beautiful children."
"Me? Children? Don't make me laugh, scum," he growled, his teeth almost penetrating my neck. I wanted to cry so much more that moment than ever before. I felt like my heart was breaking, like a part of me was dying inside.
"Please," I begged, tears beginning to flow. "Just let me prove it to you."
"You have five seconds," he growled.
"The mirror shows you whatever you want," I told him, handing him the mirror he'd given me for my nineteenth birthday – the mirror he didn't remember. "Channel chakra into it and ask for it to show you anything, it should show you. Ask for your son. Our son."
"Fine, then brat – I will. Show me my son," he commanded my mirror, and it glowed purple before showing him our sons – one in each crib. "Impossible…but how? Who?"
"Me," I told him. "You married me two months after I came to the Sannin Showdown and – and you impregnated me on our honeymoon. They're all four yours."
"Four?" he asked in disbelief. I could see the confusion and suffering in his eyes – emotions that I was causing.
"I'm afraid we'll have to ask you to leave, ma'am," a nurse said as she walked towards the door. "His heart rate is rising too fast."
"Try to force her to leave and I'll kill you," he growled menacingly, and she backed off to the edge of the hallway. "Prove it – prove to me that you are who you say you are. Summon."
I performed the hand signs and summoned Phantasm, who was first in my party now. He stared at Orochimaru, then perked his ears in recognition.
"Orochimaru-Shishou!" he yelled in recognition of the Sannin, and the ninja stared. "Don't you remember me? I'm Phantasm."
"Great snakes," Orochimaru murmured. "How long was I unconscious?"
"About ten hours," I reported nervously. "I –I…"
"Show me," he ordered, and I stared at him. "How did you get him? You got him from this world, no?"
"Y-yes, but…it's not that simple," I stammered, and he glared at me. "I'm not sure how it came that way, but he – they answered to me since my Nintendo DS was with me when I was transferred. We could try to bring about the same effects, but it would require you to train the Pokémon of your choice yourself after starting over. do you want me to go buy a new Black Version?"
"No – a different one," he stared. "One that – one that will make people scared."
"I know just the summoning," I answered, and began rummaging through my bags. "Crap – it must be in my old bedroom from when I was growing up! Give me one day and I'll be back with it, I promise!"
"Go," he ordered, and I raced out of the hospital and back to the nearest airport. I couldn't believe where I was – Little Rock! That was a few miles away from Conway – which was one of the worst towns ever.
"Sam!" I called out as I reached the house I'd stored all my old things in. "Sam? Papaw? Joe? Anybody home?"
"Who are you, and what the hell do you want?" a dark voice asked me, and I wheeled around, battle ready.
"Sarah," I replied curtly. "Where's the Boone clan?"
"Dead. Died off about two years ago when that Spann guy took them out," he said chewing on a toothpick. "Why?"
"What happened to the stuff in the spare bedroom with three windows? One of them looked out to the old camper," I demanded.
"Dunno what you're talking about – there's a locked room, I know that much. The old owners threw the key away, leaving a note saying his granddaughter could unlock it when she felt the need," he said shrugging. I raced off to my old bedroom and opened the door with the greatest of ease.
My room was a hurricane.
Papers were scattered everywhere, DS games and consoles gone, books completely bereft – except my Naruto books, which I'd protected by taking them to Otogakure – and statues all gone except the Terra Cotta Warrior. The Window was smashed into tiny shards, and the room was also covered in bugs and spiders. My Naruto card collection was still intact and unharmed, at least. I yanked open my closet doors to find it also bereft. Even all my cosplays, bought or home-made were gone.
I wanted to kill someone.
"What did you do?" I screamed at the man, and he flinched in fear. His wife walked in, and stared in shock. Her eyes darted between something that was behind me and me. I looked over my shoulder, and was met with a shock that I didn't expect. An old photo was sitting on the wall of the room, and it was of a trio I knew well:
Sam, Joe and me as kids.
"Impossible! Who are you?" I growled at him, and he looked at me pained. "Joe?"
"Yeah, it's me. I moved her to keep your things safe, but…I'm sorry," he said lamely.
"Some help," I growled. "This is why I hated this neighborhood – always full of crack-heads and idiots who shot their guns off for no reason in the middle of the night."
"Sarah," he called after me, but I was already out the door and into the U-shaped driveway.
"What?" I growled angrily, my chakra flaring. "If this doesn't have anything to do with my things, then I don't want to hear it."
"Battershell," he began.
"Should be dead by now," I finished darkly as I vanished into the night. I focused, not sure of what to do next, and instantly realized what had happened – my cousins! They must have raided my things while I was gone for more money! Ooh, they were in for it now. Just to be safe, though, I sent a doppelganger under the invisibility jutsu to spy on Joe and the gang.
"Should we tell her we did it to keep everything safe?" his wife asked, and he shook his head.
"No. The less she knows the better. She'll probably try to use something for her husband's insane experiments. You know, the one I was telling you about that was obsessed with snakes."
"Yikes," she shuddered. "What about the lock on the storage unit?"
"The code isn't easy to crack," Joe said smiling. "Only a genius could figure it out."
"Thanks for the info," I smirked as my doppelganger vanished.
I returned back to the hospital just before visiting hours were over, and raced towards Orochimaru with my DS and a brand new Soul Silver Version in hand. I knew he wouldn't like it, but it was the best that I had at the moment – Black Version still cost fifty dollars at Wal-Mart. I raced in, and stared in amusement at the clot of nurses and medics in the hallway. Besides that, he could use the Poké walker to train whatever Pokémon he wanted when we went running.
"We've got to get him to take his medicine!"
"He won't – he keeps sending out some sort of psychic powers that hurt you!"
"Don't look in his eyes then!"
"He does it when you walk in carrying a needle!"
"We've either got to get him his medicine or get rid of him!"
"Shut up!" I yelled, and the nurses all turned to stare at me. "If it's medicine you want, I can probably get it in him. We are talking about Orochimaru, right?"
"That guy with the creepy gold eyes, black hair and pale skin? Yeah," one of the males said shuddering.
"Good – leave it to me," I sneered, snatching the syringe of medicine from him before strolling into the hospital room. "Orochimaru-sama, I have something to ease your pain if that is what you wish."
"The DS?" he growled, and I held up the syringe. "Forget it."
"But, master, it will take away the pain in your arms and legs! Besides, all I need to do is properly inject it into the IV in your arm – the needle won't even touch your skin. If you still won't do it, then I won't give you the DS until you take the medicine," I pled.
"Very well. Get it over with," he growled in defeat. I smiled gently as I began squeezing the plunger to release the medicine into his body. "Ah…so much better…thank you, pet."
"As you wish, my lord," I whispered before handing him the Nintendo DS and backing out. I walked to the edge of the Hospital gardens and to let the tears fall.
"Sarah," a gentle voice approached, and I looked up to find one of my old classmates from college. "is everything okay? is there anything I can do to help?"
"No," I sobbed, leaning onto the wall. "My husband has amnesia and he – he – he remembers me, but only from before I was nineteen! He doesn't remember the day we married, the days our children were born, nothing! And what's worse – he's completely different! He used to be so kind and gentle towards me while being a sadist towards almost everyone else, but he's being so much more of a sadist to me than most others. It's like he's making up for lost time on the cruelty scale!"
"I'm sorry to hear that," he said gently. "But, if there's anything I remember, it's how you were able to come up with entire stories in minutes! And you were always able to read the material once or twice and absorb it like a sponge, and able to regurgitate it on the final exams while briefing back over it only once a month before the final itself!"
"Thanks, but that's not helping," I sulked. "I just want my husband back…"
"If you'd like I could hit him on the head," Carl suggested.
"That's what caused this in the first place. I'd better go back up to him before he terrorizes the entire hospital," I said wearily and half-sobbed as I headed in the general vicinity of the hospital.
I never made it in.
Dun dun dun! Who attacked? What do they want with our heroine? And what will happen to Orochi now that his memory's gone? Some answers will be answered next chapter, so tune in!
