Author's Note:
Kabuto's Rose came to me after an author here at FF.N of the same name reviewed A Day Of Change. I truely hold all my reviews dear but please don't expect me to write something for them all. It's not her in the story since I don't know her, but I hope everyone enjoys the fairytale themed story. I know it was fun for me to write about something so different. But, on with the tale...
Kabuto's Rose
Kabuto washed his bloody hands off in a trickle of a stream. The water ran red as he considered the new jutsus he'd discovered in the bodies of the Mist ninja somewhere behind him. Useful as they were he himself had little use for them.
' Oh well...'
"Kabuto you're getting the water filthy," a female voice scolded.
Knowing her voice only came when a rose was nearby Kabuto raised his silver eyes to the rosebush only a few yards away down the bank.
"My apologies Rose," he murmured to the beautifully painful plant.
The rose sighed and combed out his tangled hair with a thorny vine. "So troublesome Kabuto, I don't know why I care."
Kabuto stood still as the large plant made some sense of his bloodied and ruffled apearance. 'I don't know either,' he thought with a smile. But that wasn't going to stop him from enjoying Rose's affectations either.
"Learn anything useful?" The stunning blood red blossom asked as though about the weather.
"Yes, but not extremely though," he drawled as his glasses were slipped off his nose.
"Pity. If death should cloud a lifesource such as water, it should be for the betterment of someone," she murmured.
"Don't fret Rose, blood is a lifesource too, is it not?"
'It is," she agreed sliding his glasses back while trailing a small bud across his cheek. "But only when it's being used for what it was created for."
Kabuto paused to take her words in. How many times did he hear his own father say that? Why couldn't he respect that belief? Why did his Rose always make him think about such things. His loyalty to Orochimaru has to be without weakness otherwise his blood could be the next to be washed away like so much dirt.
"Why is it you love life so much, yet you care for cold death such as me?" He asked as a tiny girl peeped out from the main bloom.
"You could save lives Kabuto, why do you choose to kill?" She asked in return.
The blood that had stained the water had run clear in the stream and Kabuto found he couldn't answer.
"Oh my sweet Kabuto," the tiny girl whispered in a soft sigh. "Perhaps next time you can answer me," she murmured.
"Perhaps," he murmured back, his glasses mirror-like in the sunlight.
"Until next time my love," she whispered her host plant twisting and coiling back to it's normal shape.
"Yes, until then my Rose."
The End
A/N: Hope I got Kabuto's charater, I don't know much about him. Thank you for reading and please review. R.B.