This was supposed to be a sequel to Trapped, but as I wrote on it seemed too fluffy to be a sequel to an angsty thing like Trapped. So, I went crazy and let loose, resulting in this weird thingamajiggy.
Enjoy what my mind cooked up!
Disclaimer: I own nothing. NOTHING! Enough already. Gah.
They were on a picnic. Yes, you read right. Orochimaru, Kabuto and he were enjoying a lovely picnic, watching the sun set on the horizon. It was a beautiful picture, the very essence of perfection.
And Sasuke hated it.
Well, he is Sasuke.
He felt that he should be training for his brother's demise, not out on some bloody picnic. Who knew Orochimaru even liked picnics, anyway?
"Lord Orochimaru, please pass the ketchup." Kabuto requested, pink-and-white checkered apron flapping in the breeze, the very picture of domestic bliss.
"Sure!" Orochimaru's usually evil voice had taken a 180 degrees turn and was now what one would call 'normal'. Sweet, even. His snake-like eyes arched into two happy crescents. The sneaky man was full of surprises.
Sasuke, going against his will, had worn his usual clothes and had hardly eaten a bite. He was still in shock.
-Flashback-
Sasuke rubbed his eyes groggily and sneezed. God, it was so dusty. What with training and all, he hadn't had the time to clean his place in the three weeks he'd been there.
"SASUKE! UP!" Kabuto's familiar voice roused him fully and shook the last vestiges of sleep from his befuddled brain. Good thing too, Sasuke needed every single one of his numerous brain cells to process the sight before him.
Kabuto, dressed in a Hawaiian flowery print shirt and matching shorts. His glasses were fire-engine red with the words "SCREAM!" decorating the sides. His usually plain ponytail was adorned with a butterfly brooch, complete with googly eyes.
Sasuke's eyes widened to the size of saucers. "K-Kabuto, what the hell?"
"Come on Sasuke-kun, it's time for the monthly Picnic! Orochimaru needs time off from being evil all the time, so every month Orochimaru, me and one of you will have to accompany us! Since you're new, you have been chosen!"
Sasuke stared.
And stared.
And stared.
And sta-
"SASUKE-KUN!" A sweet voice called from somewhere down the hall. All the blood drained from Sasuke's face. It couldn't be, but it had the familiar ring of-no, no way could he sound like that, but-
"Orochimaru?" Sasuke, finally managing to find his voice, croaked out.
-Flashback End-
Leaning forward, Sasuke took his first riceball of the day. "Kabuto, you aren't that bad a cook after all!"
Kabuto giggled nervously(yes, GIGGLED) and said, "Sasuke-kun, you're wrong. I didn't make it."
Shocked, Sasuke asked, "Who, then?"
"Orochimaru did."
Sasuke's POV
I hate my life.
Nope I don't know what this is either! :D Review!