Orochimaru had heard a rumor. Normally, he didn't put much stock into them, as they were usually unfounded... but this one had intrigued him. It had come from his top informant in Konoha, one Yakushi Kabuto, and it was so absurd and stupid that there was no other possibility but for it to be absolutely true. He had heard of Uzumaki Naruto's success at stealing Konoha's forbidden scroll. Apparently, his teacher had been enough of an idiot to make it public to the chunin population and from there everyone in the village knew that Naruto had managed to steal such an important item from the Hokage's own clutches.
Some, however, had their own ideas of how Naruto had managed this. Most were implausible, and involved him using the fox in some way that Orochimaru knew to be impossible.
Regardless of them, Kabuto had dug deeper and learned what the truth of the incident had been. From the source of the incident itself, as Kabuto had asked none other than Naruto himself, to his face, how he'd managed to do that. He just had to pretend to be friendly and impressed and the kid was vomitting the information in a second.
Orochimaru wondered how hard it'd be to get the Jinchuuriki to defect to his cause. Much as the kid might resemble his father, he had intellect comparable to a particularly dumb rock. Eh, it wouldn't be worth it. Powerful as the kid was, he was just a giant beacon to the Akatsuki that said 'Come and Kill Me and Everyone around Me just to be sure!', and while Orochimaru had an ego the size of the Nine Tailed Fox, he wasn't stupid enough to think he could handle himself against a pair from Akatsuki, let alone some of the more powerful members like Itachi or Pain himself.
Anyway, Kabuto had discovered what technique the kid had used to defeat Orochimaru's not so esteemed teacher... and it made the snake-like man rub the bridge of his nose in annoyance. "You cannot be serious," he nearly hissed.
"Oh, but I am. I got him to demonstrate the technique for me, as well," Kabuto said, smiling widely.
"Show me," said Orochimaru, imperiously, and then Kabuto's hands met together in a handseal that made smoke cover his form for a few seconds. "Hm... this jutsu will do, yes..."
Orochimaru rolled his eyes as his teacher droned on and on about how he was going to be the only one to walk out of the barrier alive. "This is goodbye, Sensei! I will show you the instrument of your defeat! Oiroke no Jutsu!" he yelled, his hands meeting together in the same handseal his apprentice had shown him not too long ago.
Smoke covered Orochimaru's form for a second, but when it was dashed by an imaginary wind, what was left was a pale skinned, dark haired beauty that put natural women to shame. As it was supposed to, given that it was an artificial creation designed entirely to be insanely attractive. From her perfect little feet to the long, luxurious and inky black hair, she was perfect in every way. But Sarutobi didn't much care for analysis of such features, as his eyes had been glued to the woman's naked nether regions for a few seconds before his nose exploded in a shower of blood and he rocketed backwards.
Orochimaru didn't even wait for him to land. He... she... uh... Orochimaru merely vomitted the Sword of Kusanagi and ran him through, piercing straight through the old man's heart. "Well... that was easy. Okay... go have fun or something," he said to the Sound Four (five? It was always hard for him to tell) gesturing towards Konoha. "I am going to go look at myself in a mirror for a few hours," he said, staring down at his new female form.
Well, he'd see about finding a way to extract the Kyuubi to give to the Akatsuki as a peace offering without killing its container. Anyone who could create such a magnificent jutsu definitely were too good to pass up...
