Chapter 4: Celsie à Crete
Immortality, I have learned, is not for all. Recently I met a man/snake/thing called Orochimaru who wants it. He's nice,( in an almost a pedophile way,) plus he tells good jokes.
"Hi, Orochimaru-san!" I call out as he arrives.
"Hello, Sakura. Have a flower for me yet?" He's been asking because I've given everyone else, so far, a flower I thought fitted them. I think I found his.
"Would you like a celsie à crete?" I hold one out to him. He grasps it and smells the bloom.
"Thank you." Then turns and leaves.
The celsie à crete means "immortality." I think it fits him.
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