Title: Fleeting Petals
Author: Fenikkusu Ai
Rating: T
Fandom: Naruto
Characters: Kabuto, Orochimaru, OC
Words: 300
Genre: General/Romance
Summary: Misaki has to admit that the people in her life keeps things interesting; she just goes where the wind takes her. A 21st century AU of Ghost of a Rose. Kabuto x OC x Orochimaru.
A/N: Onna means "woman."
"Orochimaru! My hair!"
Misaki was more surprised than outraged. A bud of hot pink crowed her head while green tinted her ends. It almost looked like roses growing up her hair.
"Do you like your pink rose hair?"
It was as if Orochimaru had read her mind.
Misaki pulled a face.
"It's not really me..." she started.
"You look like a... delicate flower, yes? I know roses are your favorite."
Technically, white roses were her favorite, but the color would only wash our her blonde hair. She would look like an old onna.
Self-consciously, she fiddled with the silver hibiscus charm around her wrist. She loved flowers ever since she was a baby and had never grown out of it. Now, she looked like one.
"I can only wonder what Kabuto will say."
Misaki was instantly on alert.
"W-w-what do you think he would say?"
As if on cue, the doorbell rang. Orochimaru's smirk grew wider.
"We'll know soon. I'll get it."
While cruelly left alone, it occurred to Misaki to hide herself, but where? In the toilet? In the shower stall?
Her hands uselessly scrabbled at her hair. She was helpless. Too helpless to save herself.
The door opened. It was too late to escape, or even to throw a towel over her hair. Why hadn't she thought of that earlier?
"Tell me honestly, Kabuto-kun, what do you think of my handiwork?"
Kabuto eyed her, and she could feel the heat of his gaze. He adjusted his glasses.
"It's...bright."
His cheeks competed with her hair.
Orochimaru chuckled. She didn't know if he found the situation funny, or if she was the joke. Why had she even trusted Orochimaru in the first place?
In any event, it would be simple enough to wear a hat.