Naruto © Masashi Kishimoto.
Author's notes: This is a slightly longer, darker one, but I thought it was appropriate.
Reprisal
School had been cancelled for the day, all classes suspended, the target ranges closed down. Bored, Orochimaru had returned to the orphanage and, not deigning to hang with the other kids in the front yard, gone into his shared room.
Slumping to the floor beside his bed, the movement of something on the wooden floorboards underneath had caught his black eyes. Curious, he reached out and grabbed the small thing, pulling it out and holding it up to the light: one tiny, frightened spider.
Orochimaru wanted to study it, to look it over and see how everything worked. Where did the webs come from? How many eyes did it have? But the scared creature reacts badly, sinking microscopic fangs into his milk white skin, and injecting its burning venom.
With a hiss, the five year old tosses the arachnid back to the floor, and glances at his hand. A large red bump is forming, and the pain makes him forget any previous thoughts about gentle exploration. He lifts the dazed spider from the floor again, and this time peels its legs from its body, one by one.
When he is finished, there is nothing left but a dying-- or perhaps dead-- quivering, twitching little ball and the child finds his thirst for vengeance sated.
Downstairs, one of the caregivers announces lunch, and the hungry Orochimaru hurtles to his feet, running quickly from the room. The forgotten, unfortunate spider is crushed under his heal with the first step.