Hey there, this is my first fanfiction I actually started writing down. It all just came to my mind few days ago, so I just started. Hope you're going to enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto. The plot itself though is MINE. Muhahahaah
Untitled – Naruto
Prologue
Orochimaru was taking a walk, wandering around near Iwagakure no Sato again while organizing his thoughts.
He hadn't expected to find a new test subject so soon as he had found Kimimaro of the Kaguya-Clan only days ago. But he had.
Two days after his splendid idea of checking on his spy observing the Kaguya-Clan compound (which he found dead at the edge of the compound, not that he was important to him), two days after that following the Kaguyas trail to Kirigakure no Sato he had found the whole clan was killed off in their failed attempt to prove themselves by attacking the Village Hidden by Mist.
The whole clan except for one: Kimimaro. Orochimaru had tracked him down eliminating his pursuers and was just in time to see him being nearly killed by the last two pursuer-teams which he hastily annihilated as well.
So, bringing Kimimaro along he had been on his way towards one of his secret hideouts near Iwagakure where he had been inventing a intriguing drug for special spy missions, though it had still been far from being finished. While moving through the forests he took a glimpse at the main road to the Village Hidden by Rocks once every while and several minutes from it he had meant to have seen a boy all beat up.
Curious and in pleasant anticipation of a further possible test subject he had told Kimimaro to pick him up and bring him along.
And he hadn't thought it would be such a disappointment. His newcomer was still sleeping, even though they already had arrived 14 hours ago... But that wasn't all.
In all his hurry he hadn't noticed the Hitai-ate which had slipped under his shirt, being tied losely around his neck. Meaning he'd have to either get rid of him or, which appealed him a lot more, mess a little with him, making him forget about his previous life.
Calling for one of his underlings to bring this kid to his laboratory he left.
Now he was standing in front of the boy, who was tied to a chair still asleep, ready to try out one of his self-invented jutsus, and took in his appearance. He looked around the same age as Kimimaro, though he was only 5'6. He was a bit chubby, but muscles could be distinguished if one just looked hard enough. His hair was a mix between white and red, but that might just be the blood left from his beating. His face – was pretty. His features weren't edgy like expected (since he found him near Iwagakure) and wasn't round as well. His eyes were of a misty red color, his nose quite delicate as well as his small mouth. His cheekbones were located quite high as it was common around the people of Iwagakure.
With a little work on his fat, he would make a handsome boy, quite to his liking. Not that he would be interested, but people used to be more open to pretty people, which would be why he would make him a spy.
IF his little jutsu worked, that was.
Thinking the sooner it was done the better, he started going through the hand seals necessary. It was just then that the boy seemed to wake. At first he was half asleep trying to move. Slowly realizing he couldn't, he ripped his eyes open and gazed around. As his eyes accustomed to the dim light in the lab he took in his surroundings ending with his gaze fixed on Orochimaru.
"Who are you?"
Orochimaru didn't answer having finished his hand seals and moved his hands towards the boys head. Painfilled screams were to be heard through his entire hideout. But only for mere seconds before the boy passed out from the intense pain.