The Angel Of The Mist
Chapter 7
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It had seemed like the perfect opportunity, the one chance he'd ever get and he had taken. For that, he had earned himself a label as wanted. Kabuto had seldom made choices that impacted his life this way, the came back and bit him in the ass, but this one had had to take the prize. It was what prompted him to hide in the forest surrounding the town. It felt shameful and idiotic, but two people were after him, and he couldn't take on them both at all.
Rising to check if anyone was out there, he managed to hurt his already injured knee. The blood had dried and he had done his best to bandage it up, but it still ached. Rather than healing himself like always, he knew that it would be better if his chakra was used when his life was in mortal danger, rather than to use it up for petty wounds.
Not having seen anyone nearby, he settled down once again. He thought about how it had all happened over and over again. Each time he wished he could go back in time and stop himself from getting caught. What he had done was something he didn't mind, but almost getting killed was something he could do without. Thinking about it now, he was grateful he had not had a normal childhood. It saved him this time, which was somewhat bothersome at the same time.
Lifting up his head to look at the sky, he remembered seeing how Haku's eyes had changed from one emotion to another. Though he supposed that changing from incensed, to shocked, to loving was pretty normal since he had sneaked up on the teen when he was bathing. Kabuto figured he too would be frustrated if someone came and kissed him out of nowhere, not to mention confused as well.
'Did I even say anything?' he thought and slapped himself. 'I've never been so foolish as I was today, and for that I might end up dead before the day is over.' Perhaps, death might be worth it. Seeing Haku with nothing but a towel in his hands was something that made him smile. It wasn't that he just thought about the teen's body. The feeling he got was pure, more like a loving feeling.
Kabuto shook his head. 'It's a shame I'll never get to do more than kiss him,' he thought. The admission made him feel worse than before. Indeed, he knew it would be something he would have to pass out on. Even if he lived now, there was no way he would be able to get to Haku without facing an obstacle. 'Why is it that when you fixate your life on one person, everything becomes so thorny?'
"Kabuto," Orochimaru called out to him.
Doing his best to stay calm and devise a plan, Kabuto remained quiet and began to listen to what his master went on to say.
"It irritated me, you know. Then again, you are a young boy… Things must intrigue you, especially the lives of others. Tell me, Kabuto," he man chuckled, "Why that young child in particular? Was I not enough for you to satisfy your appetite… Or is it that you plan on leaving me, you pitiful brat?"
Closing his eyes, Kabuto gulped. The kunai in his hand shook, but he gripped it harder despite that. It was now or never, he knew. Without a single doubt, he stood up, giving away his hiding location to one of the people who wanted him dead. "Lord Orochimaru, do you wish to hear my answer?" he asked, with a mocking tone.
