"I don't like it either!"
Orochimaru stared across the elevator shaft at Lilith. The last bit of her buzz was wearing off and she was irritable from her hangover as well as the fact that her Uchiha boyfriend hadn't wanted to escort her back to her hotel room. Why Uchiha had chosen to date Lilith was a mystery, especially since her friend was much more tolerable.
"Of all the people to be stuck with," Lilith hissed.
Orochimaru rolled his eyes. When they were first introduced, he'd thought she was pretty with her uniquely red eyes and black hair. The perfect product of a Hellborn. Then she'd opened her mouth and the magic was gone. Forever. It was gone even if they were reincarnated when he found out she was still a teenager. Much too young for him and certainly too young for Uchiha.
"Fugaku," Lilith whined lowly.
'Fugaku?' Orochimaru wondered.
Then he remembered that was Uchiha's rarely used first name. Fugaku was, of course, an Uchiha. One of the elite and he never let anyone forget it. And because he was an elite, dating Lilith Okami, his rep was earth shattering, far beating the rising Sanin status Orochimaru had. But Lilith was far more elite than God himself but didn't need to flaunt her last name to let it be known. Even when some jealous kunoichi had pranked her by pushing her, naked, into the midst of a get together at the Uchiha estate, she'd simply catwalked through it, unphased, never exacting revenge on the girls who'd done it. Which was probably her revenge. Begrudgingly, Orochimaru had to admit she was someone he could admire, no matter how annoying or whiny she could be.