A man sat reading in his living room, waiting for his wife and son to return. Normally he would be panicking at this point, considering some of the truly bizarre things the woman had tried to force on the boy (including a frilly pink dress most girls wouldn't wear, and a pretty decent amount of purple), but today he didn't much mind. She was just going out for groceries, right? What harm could she inflict on the mental state of their three year old boy shopping for food?
Apparently he had thought too soon. He could hear the front door burst open, and then the sound of small footfalls rushing down the hallway.
Soon enough a teary eyed boy ran into the room, and practically latched onto his father. The boys long black hair had been put up into a very feminine looking pony tail and he was hiding his face by burying it in his fathers shirt.
The man let out a sigh, realizing he should have been suspicious with his wife's odd behavior. Odd behavior being that she had let the boy alone for a few days. That just wasn't normal.
"What happened, Orochimaru?", he asked calmly, looking down at his son. The poor boy. He knew that the kid was doomed to be a bit odd, what with having bright golden eyes and white skin, but his mother was making it about ten times worse...
Orochimaru simply shook his head, refusing to show his face. He may still be small but he was smart for his age and he already knew his dad would probably end up trying to strangle his, semi-psychotic mother when he saw what she had done.
When a smiling woman walked in after them the oldest male turned his attention in her direction,"What in the world did you do to Orochimaru this time?"
She frowned slightly and said,"Well, this one actually wasn't entirely my fault. You see I get sick of having to put on new eyeshadow every day and since I only wear one color one of my girl friends told me about this place that tattoo's on permanent make-up-"
His face went as pale as his sons as soon as he heard the word 'permanent', but his wife continued,"I decided to stop by on the way home from the grocery store. The problem was the guy that worked there had apparently left his glasses at home, Orochimaru fell asleep, the moron mistook him for me, and well..."
By now she had scooted herself so that she had better access to the back door, and was prepared to make a run for it. A very wise thing to do knowing her husband and how touchy he was went it came to their son.
Orochimaru was still hiding his face, and planned on staying like that as long as he could, which didn't turn out to be too long at all. His father lifted his face up and nearly screamed. Bright purple had been oddly tattooed around his eyes and half way down the boys nose, making his bright, serpentine eyes stand out that much more. It was obvious that the poor kid was still in a pretty decent amount of pain and his face was swollen slightly, giving off an odd red-ish tint.
The small boys mother scooted closer to the door as she watched the look on her husbands face.
Three... Two... One...
The woman ran for it, knowing all too well what was coming as her husband put down their three year old and ran after her.
Orochimaru sat in the living room for a long time in complete silence. Faint yelling could be heard as two married ninja ran through the village, one being chased, the other chasing in a violent rage.
The pale boy finally stood up, pulling his hair out of the pony-tail,"Well... At least I like purple..."
Authors Notes:Hey! This chapter was actually really random... But then again this story is mostly crack so yeah... Yes Permanent make-up actually exist. My old English teacher actually missed a week of school so that she could heal after getting it. So... Now you know where the purple around oro-kun's eyes came from. XD
