"Mommy!"
Kabuto is five years old, happily following his adoptive mother into the bathroom. The innocent little boy doesn't notice that her hands linger between his legs a bit too long, doesn't wonder why she only gets in the tub with him when there are no other caretakers around.
"Mother?"
Kabuto is ten years old, staring up at Nonu in confusion. She smiles reassuringly, stroking his hair. Still unsure, he hesitantly licks at her privates like she told him to.
"Mother..."
Kabuto is twelve years old, murmuring sleepy nonsense as he rests his head on Nonu's lap, slowly sinking into oblivion. She rubs his crotch through his pants, wondering if he understands the things she makes him do, or if he simply obeys out of blind love for the person who took him in.
"Orochimaru-sama-"
Kabuto is nineteen years old, sprawled on the floor and staring at his master in confusion. He was only trying to help, so why did Orochimaru push him away? Nonou always liked it when he did that.
A/N: I don't know why I wrote this. Tell me what you think, it's my first drabble.