The Tale of the Missin Nin

By

Lou.D

Summary

I could only think of one thing, as our paths crossed once again. Fate had something for us both in store. Whether it was good or bad, I had only to find out for myself. Sasuke x OC.

Chapter 1

The Little Boy

"There you are," the man who had been stalking me, said taking a seat to my right, uninvited. He had followed me here to interrupt my drinking pleasure. I closed my eyes, and proceeded to take a sip from the porcelain cup, ignoring the idiot.

He didn't like my indifference; he dared leaning loser, invading my personal space. "You know you shouldn't walk around in such clothes. You never know what could happen to you," he whispered.

I opened my eyes slowly and tilted my head towards him, letting my brown eyes study his features. He was handsome, I'd give him that, but was far too pushy and perverted for my taste. He reminded me of the White Sannin for a moment. But the old guy was far more charming than this young horny fellow. If given the chance, he'd jump me now. Disgusting.

"Oh, what could possibly happen to me?" I whispered back, watching his growing lewd smile. I glanced back at his eyes, and noticed them cast down, looking down at my slightly opened yukata, onto my half covered boobs.

"Some guy could do bad things to you," he mumbled, his eyes fixated now on my pouting red lips; his hand was sliding down my back. It stopped short above my derriere. I felt heat from his hand through the thin material.

I smiled, I couldn't help it. Leaning forward, until our noses were inches apart, I breathed, "maybe I don't mind."

Face tense, nostrils flaring, he gulped. His eyes were intense. His hand moved to caress my butt, as he whispered in my ear hot and dirty promises.

"Ah," I sighed when I felt his lips on my neck, kissing slowly. He was good, the horny stalker. He pushed me against a wall, outside the Drinking House, in a dark secluded area. I was surprised that he was being gentle with me. For a stalker, I thought he was going to handle me roughly. But, no, I was mistaken. I smiled, amused at the turn of events. I felt his hot breath against my ear, then wet lips met the flesh, and I closed my eyes enjoying the way he nibbled my earlobe.

But, my eyes opened when I started feeling a too familiar chakra approaching. I frowned, I knew who was coming, and they were moving fast.

"Fuck," I swore, pushing him off me. He looked puzzled, then he smirked, arms reaching to me again.

"Stop," I said at once, tone cold.

"The fuck is wrong with you, bitch?" he asked, annoyed. "You were begging for it. So, shut the fuck up, and let me have my fun!" He said as he reached to grab my arm.

In an instant, I grabbed his arm, and flipped him with both arms, slamming him onto the dirty ground. He screamed when his back hit it hard. But I wasn't done with the bastard. I watched him as he was slowly opening his eyes. He must have been really in pain.

He managed to look up at me. And I could see the shock mingled with pain all over his face.

"You bitch," he screamed at last, enraged.

I watched him get up slowly, holding his right shoulder. He was now on his feet, his face tense, jaw clenched. He lunged at me again, and I flipped backwards, kicking his jaw. He yelped in pain, as he flew backwards, hitting the ground again as I landed on my feet. He laid there put, not moving a finger, whimpering. I watched him for a moment before I walked to him. I grabbed his shirt and carried him to the wooden wall. He gasped, when I slammed him against the wall. His eyes stared at me in shock.

He stirred against the wall, and my hand clutched his neck, making his eyes bulge. "Don't move, asshole, or I'll kill you," I warned, tightening my fingers against his neck. My nails were beginning to lengthen, and I pressed them against his flesh now, about to pierce his skin.

He must have felt them; his eyes widened in fear. He gulped, and I felt his Adam apple move under my hand, enticing me to do things to him.

"You're a m..mo," he stammered, between raged breaths, but didn't finish, as my face drew closer to him. He stood still against the wall eyes shut now, gasping for air. His heart was beating really fast. My nails itched to pierce him and get soaked in his essence. The blood thirst was tangible in my mouth.

"Listen to me, fucker. Next time, when a girl tells you to stop, you stop!" I spat, annoyed. "Now," I said, leaning more towards his pale face, "I want you to leave this place as fast as you can, you hear me. If you stay here one more minute, I'll rip your apart," I emphasized letting him feel the sharp points against his neck. Letting go of him, I stepped aside, watching him, as he was supporting himself against the wall.

He looked like shit, all beaten, wounded, shivering and sweating. I "tsked", there goes another handsome guy, I thought.

He dared glancing at me, but as he moved to leave, I spoke," hold it." He stiffened.

I raised my hand towards him. He watched in terror, but then saw my fingers moving back and forth, gesturing for him.

"Hand it over," I said, smirking.

He watched me puzzled and I sighed, frustrated. "Your money, fucker," I explained quickly.

He retrieved his wallet with shaky hands, then threw it to me. Catching it quickly, I smiled, eyeing it greedily.

"Go," I said, eyes focused on the wallet, as I opened it and held the thick paquet of notes in my hand. I whistled, as I stared at my prize. I could hear his hurried steps. The moron should be thankful; I had just saved his life from my freakish visitor.

Taking my eyes from the money, I stood there, watching the empty dark street for a short moment. The fool was far away from danger now. I sighed, annoyed, remembering the other one. He had to come: him of all the people, the blood thirsty, annoying dog. Had he seen that moron on me, he'd have sliced him open in a heartbeat.

"My, my," a smooth voice sang behind me. My eyebrows raised slightly, sneaky bastard, I thought. I remained calm in my spot, feeling his body behind mine now. A white hand slithered around my waist. I listened to his breathing, feeling my talons shorten back to their human form.

"Aiko, you've certainly grown," he drawled, next to my left ear. His breath fanning hotly on my neck. I could feel his heated gaze on me; he was staring brazenly down my opened Yukata. He was enjoying the view.

"What do you want, Saboro?" I asked, not bothering to turn around or remove his hand.

"You're so cold, Aiko. Is that anyway to greet a friend?" he chuckled briefly, while his hand caressed my belly slowly.

"Che."

"Aww! Don't be mad, eh?" He drawled against my ear, still holding me, as if I were his. I still refused to acknowledge him. "What's that? Money, huh?" he asked, surprised.

I didn't reply, his hand was slightly distracting me.

"Well, well," he began, "good time you were having, eh?" He went quiet, then added quickly, "must explain the smell!... I'm jealous. You let some bastard lick you wet!"

I blushed at his words. He had one hell of a dirty mouth. "Shut up," I yelled, elbowing him hard in the gut.

"Urgh," he grunted. I stepped aside, and took the time to study him. He had changed slightly: he was taller and well built now. Sporting out typical attire, his kimono laid open, revealing his chest and the beginning of his six or may be eight pack. Nice body yeah, but he was still freakish, with that white silky hair, porcelain like skin, and eerie black eyes of his. He didn't look human to me. What kind of genes did he have anyways?

He smiled meeting my gaze, rubbing his sore gut. "Like what you see?" he asked, eyes twinkling.

"Shut up," I retorted dryly, causing him to laugh loudly.

"Oh, come on Aiko," he said, flashing sharp teeth at me. Stepping slowly towards me, he whined, "and here I have been looking forward to seeing you again after all this time. Can't believe you were cheating on me. You wound my heart."

I sighed, he was really exhausting. And then, I felt his fingers on my chin, tilting my head upward, examining me more. His eyes were half lidded.

"I can't believe you let some bastard touch you," he suddenly spoke darkly. "May be I should track them now and…"

"Saboro," I warned, eyes narrowing.

He smiled mysteriously, before he released me. "Easy… I won't bother this time….But, if you were that desperate, then you should have waited for me. I would never deny you, even now," he spoke huskily.

"I pass," I brushed him off, watching his amused eyes. Perv. " Just tell me why you're here, and be gone!" I said haughtily.

He shook his head. "You wound me again, Aiko… Oh, well, I'll tell you then. I'm here to take you back to him. He has summoned you," he explained.

My eyebrows rose in surprise, "is he sick?" I asked, concerned.

Saboro shook his head again. "He's going through something else now," he added.

"Oh." I frowned.

The white haired nin stared at me, then smirked. "No need to worry, I'm sure you'll help him this time too. He is looking forward to seeing you again."

We were traveling for three days. I didn't want to waste any time, knowing that Orochimaru was most likely in severe pain. How long had it been since I last saw him? Three years already, and here I am, aged eighteen, heading back to see my Master once more.

"We're almost there," my perverted companion announced, much to my relief. He had been annoying as usual with his horniness and perverted remarks. Good for him, he kept his hands to himself all the while.

And then I saw it, the familiar entrance. We both landed nearby, and looked around. Saboro moved immediately towards the entrance.

"You coming?" he asked, waiting for me.

I nodded and followed him inside the dark path.

The lair was as quite as usual. I had greatly missed the place, this eerie silence, the slithering snakes, the dampness and the dim light.

We approached his "throne room". Yes, Orochimaru was our lord. Stepping inside, I watched as Saboro walked before me. "Lord Orochimaru," he said, bowing slightly.

And I saw him, then. Sitting on his throne-like marble seat. His hair was white and short. He looked different; no this wasn't the Orochimaru I knew. Which meant that he had already done it.

"My Lord," I said stepping from behind Saiko, and bowed gracefully.

"Ah, Aiko. So nice to see you again, my dear," he replied in his velvety voice.

I smiled again and looked up at him. My eyes noticed then his bandaged arms and hands.

"I have come as soon as Saboro informed me. I hope I'm not late, my Lord," I said, waiting anxiously for his reply.

"Quite the opposite," a new voice chimed in and we looked behind us to see Kabuto, all mature now walking inside. I let my eyes study him. He still had the nerdy look.

"Kabuto," I greeted.

"Aiko," it's been a while," he replied as calm and polite as usual.

"Well then," Orochimaru said, gracing us all with a small smile. And we understood: it was time to get down to business; he couldn't be left waiting any longer.

"This should do, Kabuto. " I remarked watching our handy work.

"Perfect. Now you need a sacrifice before you'll begin the ceremony. It shouldn't take you long, should it?" he asked.

"No," I replied. "But, it will require a lot of chakra. I need to ready myself for it too," I added mixing two colorful substances in a vial. I watched them as their colour turned into a shiny purple. I felt Kabuto's eyes on me, and I glanced at him curiously.

"What?" I asked.

"It's been a long time, Aiko. I'm glad you're back," he confessed.

Putting the vial in its support, I turned around, leaning on the table. "Thank you….I'm happy to see you again, Kabuto." I tucked a strand of brown hair behind my ear and watched the floor. "I was on my way back, when Saboro found me," I added briefly.

"Well, I'm looking forward to seeing the results of your journey," he commented.

"Certainly," I replied. "When did Orochimaru-sama change?" I asked after a moment of silence, changing the subject.

Kabuto walked then pass me, towards the nearby desk. "Not long ago. After the attack on Konoha."

My eyebrows rose in shock, "wait! What?! You attacked the Leaf?!" I almost yelled, still in shock.

"Didn't the news reach you?" he asked too calmly, opening a scroll.

I ignored his snide remark; I was simply shocked. Slowly my mind started putting all the pieces together. Orochimaru must have been injured during the attack, no doubt about it. Otherwise, he wouldn't have gone and changed his body so soon. And now, they were all gathered again back here. They were defeated, huh?!

Turning fully towards him, I asked, "tell me Kabuto, what happened exactly?"

"We made our presence known during the Chunin exams. Everything was going perfectly smoothly, till the Third Hokage resorted to his infamous jutsu."

I didn't interrupt, as he continued revealing the events of the attack. Once he was done, he went quiet again, as he held the scroll up close, reading it thoroughly.

I shook my head in denial. Orochimaru-sama, a legendary sannin, an elite among the elites, had failed, and almost perished. I smiled inwardly, at the thought of acquiring the jutsu. Noticing the heavy silence in the room, I sighed rather loudly. "Well, the fool has certainly doomed his soul. But, Orochimaru lives. It is a victory for us," I commented happily.

Kabuto pushed his glasses upward, "In a sense, it is. He has passed the danger zone. But, we need to make sure that the soul link won't weaken. He is already in pain."

"Yeah," I said, before I stretched my arms.

We walked back to Orochimaru to announce the result. The ceremony would take place the following day. I had to rest and ready myself, since I was the only one with the mastery of spiritual summoning. Lord Orochimaru had brought me to his abode when I was younger. I was fatally wounded and he saved me. He had been exalted to add a Yamashita, a Spirit, Water specialist to his 'collection'. Our Gekkai Tenkai was feared across the Water Land. My clan was also the backbone of the Mizukage. But, I was not like them. I had simply stirred away from their way and become a missin-nin: a criminal.

Many times, I wondered if my family missed me. I did. But, I could never set foot in the Mist village ever again after my disappearance. I knew that I was on the black list for a couple of thousand of Ryos.

I did like Orochimaru, when I was younger. He was my savior, and my Master. But, years down the road, I finally learnt why he had saved me that day, but I doubted to this moment that he would have chosen me as a vessel. My body was still physically weaker compared to other male protégés. But, I could never be too sure with Orochimaru. So, I trained and became stronger. I even immersed myself in the dark justsus. I wanted to protect myself at any cost; I didn't want to die.

I remember when he had announced that Kimimaro would be the one, I felt relief back then. The thought of him possessing my body was sickening. Deep down, I despised his ways.

And so, as his only female protégée, he sent me on long missions in search for more jutsus and taboo medical research.

That is until, he summoned me back.

Stepping inside, I saw immediately that the Lord was not alone. There was a boy before us, clad in dark attire. His back was facing us, and I saw a crest that resembled a fan. I took a double look, as I started remembering my clan crest lessons from the long old days.

"Uchiha?" I said after a moment, shocked. I had finally remembered the name. Impossible. Hadn't they been exterminated ? I wondered, confused.

I think I must have said it really loud, or may be the place was too quiet, I couldn't tell; either way, they were both facing me now. Lord Orochimaru looked pleased. The boy however didn't. He had turned around to look at us, and was now scowling.

I had never seen one before, but he fitted the common description: dark eyes and hair, pale skin and a cute face to boot. I stared at him, and felt myself smiling slowly. I was facing an Uchiha and a younger one at that. Was this even possible?

"Aiko," the Master called. "I see that you have recognized him," he commented.

His voice snapped me back to reality. And I bowed swiftly. "Yes , my Lord," I replied after a moment. "Although, I'm still shocked to see one before you!"

The boy scowled more, but he still looked cute. Man, he looked adorable. I wondered how old he was, but I guess he was may be around thirteen.

"This is Sasuke. My new Protégé," the Lord provided in his calm voice.

My eyes widened in surprise. Again? I thought in disgust.

"I see that you're surprised," he remarked. He must have seen through me or something.

"Forgive my manners, my Lord. But I thought that Kimimaro was the one," I asked. I knew I had slightly crossed the lines, but my curiosity had gotten the best of me.

Kabuto gave me a stern look. I could see his displeasure.

"Well, Kimimaro is no longer of use to me, Aiko. Sasuke is now my new protégé," he simply said.

My heart clenched at his cruel words. But I was careful to keep my emotions in check.

"Kimimaro died, Aiko," Kabuto blurted out.

His words cut through my heart like a dagger, and my eyes blinked, as I started feeling the searing pain. Kimimaro had been like a big brother to me.

"He died, whilst bringing Sasuke to Lord Orochimaru," the Nerd continued, pushing his shiny glasses upwards.

"Who did it?" I asked, hatred and agony seeping in my voice.

Orochimaru smiled evilly, "the Leaf and the Sand."

"I see," I said curtly. My eyes were hard, and I refused to shed a tear in front of the Snake and his lackey.

The boy, however, was another matter. He was still a new disciple; an innocent soul thrown into this hell hole. He reminded me of my younger self. And I couldn't help but take pity on him.

"Sasuke," I heard the Snake talk again. "This is Aiko. She is my protégée too, just like you."

The boy Sasuke, didn't say a word. He grunted a "hn" instead back at me.

I arched an eyebrow. Did he just say, "hn"? I stared at him in disbelief. Cocky little boy; adorable still.

I walked up to him, and leaned forward, until I was at his level. "Nice to meet you, Sasuke Uchiha," I said sweetly. The whole scene suddenly reminded me of my first meeting with Kimimaro.

His dark eyes narrowed slightly, and his lips puckered. He seemed really different for boys his age. I watched as he pouted. Dark eyes never leaving mine. He looked annoyed.

"Lord Orochimaru?" I wondered loudly, glancing at him, forgetting about my provocative posture for a moment. I don't know why but I was getting excited all of the sudden. "Isn't he cute?" I asked all out of the blue, surprising everyone.

The boy blushed; the Snake smiled, and the Nerd scoffed.

I couldn't help but laugh myself. The Snake shook his head in amusement, and it didn't go unnoticed by me.

"Aiko dear, don't go spoiling him already," Orochimaru warned subtly.

But I couldn't help it. He was just adorable with those eyes, and his pinky cheeks.

Pink?!

"Oh, he's blushing," I said out loud again, watching as his face reddened more. "So cute," I couldn't help but say it. And, then I hugged the young Uchiha, pushing his small black head into my bossom.

The two men watched surprised as Sasuke struggled to free himself. I let go of him, when I heard his muffled voice against my chest.

"D..Don't touch me," he spat, once freed, eyes wide, cheeks blushing like a tomato.

I straightened back and stood before the boy. I brought a finger to my red lips in amusement. He is embarrassed. Awww.

"Aiko," I heard him again and I faced my Master immediately. I knew what he meant by that, but I couldn't help hugging the boy.

"I'm sorry. I got carried away, my Lord. He just reminds me of a black kitten," I laughed again, blushing slightly myself.

Orochimaru sighed. Kabuto pushed his glasses back up again while Sasuke clenched his teeth, embarrassed again.

"Well, Sasuke-kun," I said, surprising him with the endearment word, as I ruffled his soft black hair,"welcome to the Den."

Sasuke turned his head aside, refusing to meet my gaze. I smiled, what a cute little thing to enter my life.

End of Chapter 1.

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