"Come on boy, this is a good idea. You wouldn't do it if it wasn't," spoke a middle aged man. His cascading black hair was carefully brushed and maintained suggesting the man's wealth even without the help of the black stretch limo parked behind him.
Glancing around him to make sure they were alone, he allowed his gaze to wander back to the dirt smudged kid standing at the back of an alley-way.
The blond haired blue eyed boy had sparked the man's interest the moment he laid his eye's on him; so much so that he had, for lack of a better word, stalked the young boy and found out as much about him as possible.
See Orochimaru always fancied himself a collector of beautiful things, whether they were inanimate or alive didn't matter so long as they were his. So naturally when he saw a viable angel walking on earth he had to claim it.
That's why he was in a dirty, run-down alley-way offering his angel a proposition. Not that it really mattered what the five year-old's answer was, wither way the outcome would be the same; the boy was his. He'd be coming with Orochimaru whether he liked it or not; compliance just made things run…smoother.
"Can you really do that?" questioned the naïve boy.
"Hm? Oh, yes, of course I can my dear Naru-chan. I'm rich and powerful, I can do whatever I want," explained Orochimaru in a soft and silky tone.
The month he'd spent watching the boy had paid off nicely. He'd learned of the poverty that plagued both he and his caretaker Iruka. The man was sickly and what money he did make seemed to all go to his hospital bills. Thus he found it was rather easy to con the boy into thinking that he would give them money to buy a nice house with and cure his Iruka.
Orochimaru always found that exploiting the victim's weakness insured the best results. In this case it was the boy's unending selflessness and his naïveté. Not that it was hard to trick a five year-old mind you, but still, it was the principle of the matter. Of course, Orochimaru wouldn't be keeping his side of the agreement at all; he was, in fact, lying through his teeth. The only house the blond would know would be his. As for Iruka, the man would never know of his existence or even what had befallen his adopted son.
Stretching his lips into a grin, Orochimaru opened the back door of the limo.
"Well Naruto? Are you going to get in so we can pick up Iruka and get him all better?" purred the snake-like man.
With slow, tentative steps, Naruto took his last free steps towards the car. Finally he was within the limo, seated on the soft plush leather and surrounded by the sterile air conditioning.
Sliding in beside the blond, Orochimaru produced a rag and dark bottle from his jacket pocket. Dousing the cloth with the liquid, he turned towards the excited boy.
"Now Naruto, there's one more thing I need you to do," crooned Orochimaru, quickly capturing the startled blond beside him and covering his mouth and nose with the rag, "breath deep."
Frightened blue eyes locked onto piercing gold ones, until they disappeared behind tanned eyelids.
Within ten minutes, the active and lively little boy vanished without a trace.
