DREAMS
Kenichi Farfello
I wrote this at about four in the morning when I was really stressed out, so if it sucks don't blame me. This is my first fic written about Orochimaru and in his POV, but I tried to stay in character. If I did a terrible job, please let me know. ^.~
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the series Naruto or any of its characters, but if I did; only Sakura and Ino would have died. (No offense meant if anyone reading this likes Sakura or Ino…)
The snake scowled at his servant-doctor a few more seconds. He turned, his colorful kimono flaring out behind him in a harmless flame of red and golden orange as he headed back to his private quarters. None of the servants were allowed to enter his sanctuary. It was a crime he punished with death.
He only enforced this because the Sannin didn't want others to know of what decorated his room…almost a shrine in a way. It wasn't of limbs or other human parts. The walls were instead covered with pictures and paintings of both his beloved sensei and Jiraiya. Despite what others would believe, he was in fact not all that attracted to those that lived in his keep, employed or kidnapped. He only said perverted things to Sasuke for one reason: Orochimaru loved to tease the small boy.
It was true that he did want a nice and strong, young body. And he would get it through his sciences. But that didn't mean that it was all he ever desired in life.
The Sannin wanted to be loved, and by someone his own age. It wasn't very likely to happen, but a guy can dream.
When the outlaw had learned of the Fourth Hokage's death, he'd very nearly killed himself. Then he remembered the boy who'd kept him alive during their childhood. A silly, stupid white-haired teenager. Oh yes, Tsunade had been there as well, but to put it frankly, she'd always been a bitch to him and everyone else.
But Jiraiya…he'd actually comforted the lonely orphan when the sadness got too overwhelming. Jiraiya had been the one to pop up in his fantasies of what a real family could be like. Him and their beloved blonde sensei.
Orochimaru sighed as he sat down on his bed. He was nearly fifty and the youngest of the Sannin. Even if he did look like he was in his mid-twenties in his current form, his natural form, he knew there was no way he could get anybody to even attempt to sleep with him. He'd tried the Sound boys who stand on the corners of almost every street, but they wouldn't even take the generous amount of money he would offer. They would just walk on to the next costumer. He couldn't stand being alone any more. He needed his sunshine back!
"That'ssss it! I'll jussst go find Jiraiya and exsssplain my feelingsss. Maybe if I were to turn myssself in and offer Akatsssuki knowledge, he'd accept my offer?" the snake hissed aloud.
He quickly sent someone out to inquire about his beloved toad-sage's whereabouts. Two days later, the ninja came back to his master, Lord Orochimaru.
"My lord…I'm sorry, but Jiraiya-san was killed in duty. Three days ago."
The snake-like man fell to the floor.
'No. No. NO! I refuse to accept this…Why…Why did you leave me all alone…' He thought. A single tear allowed itself to caress his cheek, almost in a comforting gesture.
'What am I going to do now?' was Orochimaru's only thought as he sent the ninja away.
'I guess, the sad part of a dream is that you eventually have to wake up to reality. Jiraiya, sensei, please help me to find a reality that really is like waking up to a dream…' he thought as he headed back t his quarters, still weeping.