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Chapter 1: New ways of Living
Sasuke stands there, looking at his reflection in the mirror of his empty, dark room. Two years have changed him, both mentally and physically. Mentally, Sasuke has turned even more cold-hearted, blocking all emotions he once had. Physically, his skin, once an ivory, has become pale. There are dark circles underneath his eyes, from both lack of sleep and the "pills" Kabuto shoves down his throat. His hair is still the same, ebony black, and spiked. Sasuke has to give the perverted bastard some credit, though, because of Orochimaru's harsh training Sasuke can feel himself getting stronger. But is it worth it? Sasuke left behind a life he could've lived. A life filled with those who cared about him. What was I thinking? Nobody would want him back now. He betrayed Konoha, he betrayed his friends, he betrayed…himself. Anger rushes through him, and with his fist Sasuke punches the mirror. Glass shatters all over the floor, and some of it stays on his knuckles. Warm blood drips slowly from Sasuke's knuckles, but he just stares at it. Suddenly, a hand reaches out and takes a hold of the boy's wrist. Sasuke turns around and looks up as he sees Orochimaru observe his bleeding knuckles.
"My Sasuke-kun, you sure made a mess," says Orochimaru taking out his long tongue, " You're hurt." He slowly licks the warm blood running down Sasuke's hand.
"I'm fine," says Sasuke coldly, snatching his hand back from Orochimaru, "Don't touch it."
Kabuto walks into the room. "What happened?" He adjusts his glasses.
Orochimaru is still upset that Sasuke pulled away from him. Suddenly, to everyone's surprise, he punches Sasuke across the face, hard enough to almost break his jaw. Sasuke hits the floor with great pain, but he stays there dazed. "Nothing happened Kabuto. Clean this mess up, we're having guests tonight. And help Sasuke-kun with his wound." With that he storms out the room.
Kabuto walks over to the boy, who is sitting with his knees up to his chest, and head turned away. Kneeling down in front of Sasuke, Kabuto takes a hold of his bleeding hand. "You know you shouldn't get Orochimaru-sama so mad."
No answer.
Kabuto continues to heal and take out the remaining glass. " You know Sasuke-kun, you have to get used to this. Orochimaru-sama is not the kind you want to mess with and you have a mouth on you. It seems your parents did not teach you manners when you were-"
"Don't talk about my parents," says Sasuke almost in a whisper, as to not hurt his jaw more than it already is, looking away.
Kabuto grabs a hold of Sasuke's jawbone, and forces the boy to look into his eyes. Sasuke winces a little from the pain, but doesn't dare move. " Listen Sasuke-kun, next time you hurt Orochimaru-sama like that, I'll personally take care of you myself. Now, we are going to pretend to like each other for our guest tonight, you better not act up." He releases his grip on Sasuke's jaw, "Get up and get dressed. I'll return shortly." Kabuto walks out the room, and slams the door behind him.
Sasuke slowly gets up from the floor. Standing there, he suddenly begins to weep lightly. Weep because he knows that there is no going back to where he once felt like he was someone, not just a thing used for a sick old man's horny pleasures. A few moments later, Kabuto returns. He walks down the empty dark hallways with Sasuke following slowly some distance away.
"Sasuke-kun, Kabuto, about time you two joined us," says Orochimaru with a slight grin on his face. There is someone else sitting at the table as well, it's a girl. "Oh by the way, this is Kiamara, she is a new member of the sound."
The girl doesn't even get up to introduce herself, she stays seated. Not even a smile or "Hello." She watches as Sasuke and Kabuto take their seat at the table.
"So, Orochimaru-sama, who is she?" he asks observing Kiamara head-to-toe, and licking his lips.
"Kiamara here is going to be our spy," answers Orochimaru, "She is going to be an undercover spy in Konoha. I'm sending her there to collect information on Itachi's organization from those in Konoha. Apparently, they know more than we do, and if Sasuke is wanting to kill Itachi, he needs to know as much information as possible. By the way Kiamara, have you met our little Sasuke-kun yet?"
Kiamara glances over towards Sasuke, and finds him just staring blankly at his food. She immediately finds something about the boy that attracts her. He seems so sad Kiamara thinks to herself. Knowing that Orochimaru might say something, she decides to find a better time to talk to Sasuke.
"You know Kiamara, you're only two years older than our dear Sasuke-kun," says Orochimaru taking a bite of his food, " I'm sure you two will get along. I have to warn you though, don't get too attached to him."
"What do you mean by that last comment?" asks Kiamara confusingly.
"Oh let's just say somebody already owns him," Orochimaru chuckles in his manner that makes the back of Sasuke's hairs stand up, " Sasuke-kun is going to show you to your room, and tomorrow morning you can start your spying."
Kiamara follows the boy down the darkened hallways. She looks around, and finds that there is nothing exciting about this place. Everything is so dark, so empty, as if the life itself down here were sucked out. She glances over at Sasuke, who is walking next to her, looking blankly again at the ground. This is the perfect time Kiamara knows this is the only time to get the boy to speak.
"So, how old are you?" she finally asks, having nothing else in mind to ask.
No answer.
"I'm sixteen." Kiamara feels like she's talking to herself. "So, uh...how long have you known Orochimaru?"
Still, no answer. Kiamara can't take the silence anymore; she turns around in front of Sasuke, and takes a hold on his shoulders.
"Why won't you talk?" asks Kiamara sternly, "Are you afraid? Tell me!"
Sasuke winces a little from her tight grasp on his shoulders. " Le-Let go." He pulls away from her, and rubs his left shoulder lightly. Pulling the shirt a little from the shoulder, he reveals a fresh wound.
"Who did that to you?" she asks as if angry towards the person who had harmed Sasuke, "It wasn't Orchimaru, was it?" She walks closer towards Sasuke, and reaches out to take a better look at the wound, but he quickly recoils from her touch.
"No, it is nothing," answers Sasuke, pulling his shirt back on. Suddenly, he feels Kiamara put her hand on his head, and her face is inches away from his.
"If he is hurting you...," she is whispering, "You can always come to me, and I'll protect you." Kiarmara smiles, and pretends to ignore Sasuke's light blushing.
"Is there something going on?" asks a voice hiding in the darkness of the hallway.
They quickly step away from each other as Orochimaru reveals himself. "Am I interrupting something here? You two seemed to be getting very close."
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"Well, now that Sasuke-kun has shown you your room, maybe Kiamara, you should call it a night? Tomorrow you will report to Konoha, and I don't think you want to be falling asleep on the job, am I right?" His yellow, golden eyes give her a glare that would easily melt away a person's skin.
"Yeah . . . yeah...I wouldn't want to be tired for tomorrow. Well, good night Sasuke-kun, Orochimaru." Kiamara slowly goes into her room, not wanting to leave Sasuke alone with the pervert. Once in her room, Kiamara falls into her bed. What a sad child. I wonder what happened to him...he seems so lost. Sasuke. After what seems like an eternity, Kiamara finally goes to sleep. She will remain asleep all night, until the sun rises tomorrow morning to set her off to her new mission.
Ok I edited it and made it longer. Hopefully, I did a better job. I'm srry if it's still too short or cheesy (especially the ending, but I didn't know how to end the chapter). So, I'd love some reviews plez. The next chapter I'll try making it better oks?