Kabuto's Point of View
Orochimaru is gone. Sasuke has left, taking Suigetsu with him. I can only assume
where he is going and who else he is taking. But I have no intention of following him.
I was correct in guessing this would happen. It is time to unfold the rest of my plan.
Now that Orochimaru is mine, it is time for the real game to begin. It is time.
I walked to the high-security cell Orochimaru had shut her up in. I ripped off the
chakra-control tag, undoing the locks swiftly and fearlessly throwing open the door.
I knew she wouldn't hurt me. Light formed a square in the pitch black. A figure was
huddled directly in front of me, her back against the wall, her knees pulled up to her
chest, her head down.
"Aemi," I said, speaking her name for the first time in nearly seven years. "Get up."
She didn't move. I took a step in. Still, she didn't twitch.
"Get up."
No response. The light reflected off of her deep purple hair. It was long, pooling
around her feet, which were bare and callused from her hard life. Her arms and
legs were filthy from years without bathing.
"Come on. I know you're alive. Get up."
I bent down, but kept my distance. "Aemi," I repeated.
Finally, I got my response.
"What do you want, Yakushi?"
I smiled a bit. "Can't you call me brother for once?"
Aemi's head was still down. She didn't move it. She wasn't moving at all, but the
voice was coming from her. "You're not my brother."
I started in surprise, but quickly regained my composure. "Fine. Want to get out
of here?"
"Where's snake-ass?"
I knew she was talking about Orochimaru. She was always coming up with nicknames
—she hardly called anyone by their real names. I was one of maybe two, and even
that was only my last name.
"He's dead."
"Leaf-bastard kill him?"
I smiled. Leaf-bastard was Sasuke. At least I'd kept her well-informed while she was
locked up.
"Yes."
She snorted. Her voice had hardly changed. She still sounded as though she was
drowning in contempt for the world. "Good. Snake-ass was a loser. Leaf-bastard's
not much better, but beggars can't be choosers."
She finally brought her head up to look at me. Even with my shadow blocking the
light, I could still see their color—solid black pupils with white irises, the faint line of
black outlining the irises just visible from this distance. Her eyes were big, beautiful,
but they never showed any emotion. They were empty.
"What do you want from me, Yakushi?" she demanded. "You wouldn't make this
personal trip unless you wanted something."
I chuckled. She was quick. Smart. She'd gained her smarts the hard way, and for that
she was cautious, strong. Powerful.
"I'm offering you something." I grinned at her kindly. "I don't want anything."
"Cut the shit, Yakushi," she said. Her eyes narrowed, but they were still just as empty.
"Don't fuck with me."
I sighed. "Such language, Aemi. And here I was offering you freedom."
I suddenly found myself being pressed against a wall, her forearm in my stomach,
her hand clutching my throat. I looked in her eyes calmly.
"Freedom?" she hissed. "What makes you think I can't just sashay my way through that
open door? What makes you think I won't kill you right now, you son of a bitch, and mosey
on out?"
I pushed down the urge to laugh. "You won't do that, Aemi. And I know that because
I know you."
She whirled me across to the other side of the room. I landed against the wall and fell.
After a moment, I sat up, resisting the impulse to rub my sore shoulder.
"Very good, Aemi. Your skills have not dulled."
She strolled over to me and grasped a fold of my shirt in her fist, lifting me up. I met
her eyes again and chanced a smile. Wrong thing to do.
She let go, cocking her fist and thrusting it into my stomach. Hard. My eyes widened,
and blood flew from my mouth. Her eyes were shadowed and I could see no expression
at all on her face. Then I fell to the cold, hard ground of her life-time cell.
I breathed slowly, and through my mouth, until the pain in my stomach had ceased.
I looked up. Aemi stood in the doorway, standing in the very middle of the light. Her
eyes weren't squinting—they were wide and welcoming. She welcomed the light, let it
burn into her retinas. Then she turned back to me and her eyes dimmed almost immediately.
"I don't know what you want with me," she murmured, "but I can tell you this: I want
no part of whatever piece-of-shit, fucked-up plan you've come up with. I didn't let
Orochimaru use me, I won't let you use me. I am not a tool."
She faced away from me then. She was beautiful by normal standards, and any guy
her age would probably be instantly smitten. But she was a deadly beauty. This
fifteen-year-old girl had seen and been through more screwed up things than anyone
else in the world. And she'd survived it all.
She walked out the door then. Stepped into the light. She didn't close the door behind
her. She left it open for me. She could have closed it, locked me in forever. But she didn't.
Instead, she had walked calmly and freely into the outside world after almost eight years
of confinement. And, unknowingly, she had walked into my plan.
I smiled as my plot was set in motion. Everything had gone accordingly. All I had to do
now was wait.
I'm sorry, Aemi. You're so predictable. You fell right into my trap, just like I knew you would.
You will have to be sacrificed. I know you too well. Young, predictable Aemi. Goodbye.
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