Hey y'all! THANKS FOR THE REVIEWS AND SUPPORT! Welp here's the next chapter and we get to see Orochi-chan~ My fav~ Also I changed the name a bit~

Disclaimer: Not my anime~ But Dear Ramen King how I wish it was so I could fix EVERY GODDAMN PLOT HOLE FOR FUCKS SAKE


I peek at him shyly, trying to reign in my fangirling.

"Ah this is my first, Seika" Mikoto replies a bit tersely.

"You look like Orochi-chan" I squeak from behind Mikoto's shoulder.

The look he sends me is a beautiful cross between constipated elephant and just-stepped-in-dog-shit. I expect him to hiss at me or give me a glare cold enough to freeze the sun. He does neither. He just blinks and gives me an exasperated look like he's been called Orochi-chan a thousand times.

"And whom might this Orochi-chan be" he asks, quite politely considering I am less than a year old and can barely pronounce words correctly.

I answer by wiggling around my sling, trying to grab my favorite stuffed snake. Finally, I succeeded in getting my prize and proudly show it off to Orochimaru.

"This is Orochi-chan! He's my favorite, but he look sad sometime. So I gotta hug him and he feel better! An' when I sad he hug me an' I feel better!" I explain to him in an excited tone.

Orochimaru just keeps an exasperated look on his face through my entire explanation, his slightly angered look morphing into understanding. When I look him in the eyes I expect them to be cold and calculating. What I actually see is exasperation, and hurt? Yeah, that's definitely hurt. I have seen that expression in so many people's eyes after I talk to them, I know it when I see it. It's really fucking shocking. Like I am so shocked I can't even focus on what I'm saying so my next words just kind of slip out.

"You look like Orochi-chan, look sad like Orochi-chan. Why you sad?" I question with all the bluntness of a kid.

This causes Orochimaru to jerk back, which in ninja terms is like a few millimeters but damn if that isn't an obvious reaction for a ninja. His face instantly blanks, and his eyes shutter. I keep babbling in hopes to spare Mikoto's heart because I can feel as her heart rate increases significantly. Poor woman, I am such a suicidal baby.

"If you sad I let you have Orochi-chan. He make you not sad! But you gotta promise to bring him back! Then we can play" I exclaim with childish glee, noting how Mikoto's heart literally almost stopped.

Orochimaru just looks at me gob smacked, and accepts the toy I am giving to him faintly. Well as faintly as a certified ninja god with a damn good poker face can look gob smacked. Honestly the only thing that gives him away is his chakra, it feels like it's stuttered to a stop and is flowing like syrup in his veins.

….(^-^)….

Orochimaru looks after the pair, still frozen from the encounter. To the innocent bystander it simply looks as if Orcochimaru is plotting, or analyzing the situation coldly. This is as far from the truth that it could be. What he is really feeling is all the pain and loss of losing his team mates all over again.

The anger he feels at that accused name is like no other. The anger at the village, the ignorant fools who thought he would harm a child for such a silly act. The rabble who still looked at him like he was a monster. Orochimaru did what he had to (this is war and war is never kind. He needed that information for Konoha, he did what he had to) and it had allowed them to overtake a Kumo strong hold. But none of that mattered to them, all they saw was an evil snake. His sensei, he sneers at the world, knows of the rumors that spread and even he believes them (He's not evil really, he just wants to be acknowledged, remembered. No one remembered his parents, like they didn't even exist and that makes him afraid) Even though they are at war, no one is there for him, no one to call him Orochi-chan or nag him about eating. They left him (he needed them to tell him he was doing ok that it would get better) and his own teacher didn't trust him.

It would appear the Uchiha matriarch is no different, even though she may be a menace on the battlefield, she is a Yamato nadeshiko in Konoha. That is, unless someone is a threat to her child, if her reaction is anything to go by. And that blasted child, he thinks to himself as he calmly walks down the streets of Konoha. All it takes is one word and he becomes like this. She had ripped a wound he thought buried so deep, like the rest of his emotions, that it would never resurface. The child may be a genius however. The way she spoke, or even the fact that she spoke could classify her as such. She appeared no more than a year old and already she could form coherent words. Yes, Orochimaru thinks, she may be useful later.

Then he smiles to himself, freaking out a fruit vendor, and begins plotting about immortality and sharingan eyes.


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