AN: This was inspired by two songs; Open Wounds by Skillet and Video Kid by The Birthday Massacre. I was reading a JiraOro fanfic and decided to write about the young Sanin again, this time writing it from a different perspective. This whole story will be from Oro's POV, and it's going to get sad, so grab the tissues. Here we go, first chapter. Pairing: JiraOro Younger ages (around 18/19), yaoi, Mpreg, Orochimaru POV ***************************************************************************
I never expected something like this to happen. I've always known how he was...but I never once thought this far ahead into what it was we did on the side. For a while, now, a few years at least, we have played a sort of...game. In private, away from Sensei and Tsunade, I...will be his 'housewife', and he will be the 'dirty sugar daddy', as he likes to put it. It's some stupid turn-on that incomprehensible pervert has, to think he's older and corrupting the young and talented. I learned everything I know about pleasing someone like this from him...I had never had much interest in it before he snagged me during a mission.
But that is nothing compared to what he's done to me, now. I'd be fine with it, if only he would just admit to what he had done, instead of claiming me to be a whore and saying that I can't keep my legs closed. Well, I suppose I've wasted a good deal of my life being his whore, but that is far from the point. I've done more nasty, strange things with that man than I'd care to count, and he places the entire blame on me.
I didn't want this, I've never wanted this. I had thoughts of it, once, sure, but...I've never reallywanted it to happen. Jiraiya's just...I guess he's just special. I honestly don't even know how to explain what happened, unless he gave me something to do this to me. I don't know...he had to have done something. It's always Jiraiya's fault that something hideous and awful befalls me. He tend to blame me, my ability to look like a woman and please him better than one, saying that he can't control himself. That sounds like a personal problem.
And he really didn't have to give me whatever it was he did to make me full of a child that I didn't eat. I'm far enough along, now, that I have a very visible lump underneath my robe. The more time I spend perpending the situation, the angrier and more depressed I become. If I was such a low individual that self-harm was okay, I would easily slash my wrists right now to end it. But I am a being far above that, exceeding my peers in a way that is almost unfair. I will not be belittled for taking the easy way out while also being pregnant. The latter is difficult enough, my good name will not be slain like that.
But how to make this light snuff out? I can't possibly eat it if it's my own...that would be a horrible waste of my own digestive tract. Perhaps I could cut it out, chop it up and feed it to Sensei? He'll eat just about anything if you tell him it's pork...
But, no, that is also not the way to deal with this. The best way to do this is to confront the man in question and tell him what he has done, and hope that he knows the right answer.
Sadly, that hadn't worked out very well, either. Perhaps I should talk to sensei about it? That could always result in more denial on Jiraiya's part, and more of the 'F' word from his lips, but...I'd rather be called a fag by the man who impregnated me than be completely alone with a new life, thinking of the life you had before it. I hate to call myself a 'mother', but...I'd hate even more to call myself the mother that hates his child because it ruined his life.
Perhaps there was something I was missing earlier? Something he caught that I hadn't? My senses have been messed up lately, what with this awful infection in my belly. Either way, I can't just sit here and ponder on it any longer. I've made my decision. I will go and talk to sensei, and see if he can help me sort any of this out. I know that, in the end, he will tell me to talk it out with Jiraiya...but I need to just get some things off my chest, first.
It hardly takes me five minutes to trek to his home, knocking softly on the door. His wife opens the door and smiles a little, and I bow my head in respect. It takes an awful lot for her to put up with him, so I have the utmost respect for her.
"Is Sensei home?" I'm never sure what to call her, so I try to be as nice as possible without saying her name. It makes me nervous, sometimes, talking to people.
"I'm right here, Oro. What do you need?" It's nice to hear his voice, a calming voice that I can definitely feel safe with. He's my sensei, what did you expect?
"Can...we talk? It's...important."
"Sure...in or out?"
"....in." He leads the way up to his room and we sit down on the mat. I suck in a deep breath before beginning. "It...has to do with Jiraiya." He gives me a face. "It...it's something that needs a lot of explaining."
"I have all day." He assures with a bright smile and I sigh, nodding a little before starting up.
"It all started when we were fifteen...."
***************************************************************************** AN: Alright, there's chapter one. This story is going to be kind of sad, actually. I think I already mentioned that, but...it's going to even make me cry, I think.