Orochimaru shivered at the feather light touch. He hadn't given much thought to the consequences or to the meaning behind Kiki's words. All he heard was a zipper going down and rustling of clothing. The passing hour after was a blur of moans, screams, and blood. In the middle of his orgasm he began to claw into Kiki which she reciprocated by first stopping his pleasure and biting his arm.
He came when she began to lick his arm clean. "Such a messy boy." Kiki crawled onto Orochimaru's lap. She nuzzled his neck and hugged his torso. "You dirtied my clothes and the floor. What to do? What to do?"
A childish boy down deep in Orochimaru's head wanted to scream 'Do me!' Of course he would never. He leaned closer to smell her and -
"Please Orochimaru. I may belong to you, but please don't do this to me." Welling tears ran down her face.
He stared at her. With the Kusanagi, he cut the wires and then beat her. A slap across the face. He grabbed her by the hair and ramming her consecutively against the wall. He kicked her in the stomach twice, threw her in the general direction of her clothes, and then went to attack the walls. Kicking and pounding. The walls groaned and cracked as his fury was unleashed.
He snapped his head up and pushed Kiki away from him.
"My sister she was the exact opposite of me. That's what my mom always said. Oneechan's name was... is Sakura. A common name, ne? She was all white. Pale skin. White hair. White clothes. Dog ears like me. I never showed you my ears, have I?
Orochimaru stood up and looked down at Kiki cautiously. "Do you have family?" And are you some mutant freak? While Orochimaru stared down at Kiki's tiny form, he felt utterly foolish. He began to mentally chide himself. He tried to ignore the blurred memory.
". . .Why do you ask?'' She said it slowly and suspiciously, but she was smiling. She stood and brushed her clothing off in a nonchalant manner. She then walked to the kitchen and pulled a wooden chair all the way to the front of Orochimaru. The screeching of wood on wood stopped. Kiki sat down with her legs crossed on said chair. "We'll need to talk, won't we?"
"Just answer the question. I was thinking and so I asked."
"So you want to know if my father will come and beat you for deflowering his little girl? No. He won't."
"That's not exactly what I asked. Do you have family?" She looked down to her clothing and fiddled with the fabric. The excessive amount of red she was wearing was ridiculous. She straightened her back and looked me in the face.
"I've discussed my situation of time-jumping with you. I'm from the future. My immediate family probably hasn't been born yet. Were you hoping to dump me on them? Even if they were alive, you try and explain the situation to them, they will think your crazy."
"Fine. That wasn't the plan. Did you or didn't you have an older sister!?" Her eyes widened and I inwardly groaned at my forwardness. The indirect approach wasn't working so I became frustrated. That kind of mistake was only pulled by Jiraiya and genin.
"What makes you ask that?" She spoke softly and bent her head so her hair covered a majority of her face.
"Curiousity." . . .dog ears. . . I wanted to walk over to her and see if she was a freak. I couldn't though; I didn't want to seem crazy especially since I was so sure I was being driven there.
"Bullshit. You specifically asked for a sister. I can remember only one time when I discussed a sister with you. . ." I saw her face heat up as she turned her body to face away from me completely. "What did you remember?"
I flinched. I didn't want to fall into this. I was deep enough in a hole. "I just remember you saying something about a sister. Was there something else to remember?"
"No. Nothing important enough to mention. . . What ever happened to . . . Shuunji and Sajima? I don't remember anything after he beat me, but I think he left me there. And I haven't seen Sajima after she left laughing. What was the joke?"
My breath caught in my throat. "Shuunji. . . wait. Shuunji beat you?! He was the one who attacked you at your job!? You insolent girl!" My fists clenched as I restrained myself from lashing out at her. I leered at her though and let my killing intent wash over her. (Not enough to mentally break her though.)
"N-nani? How? I mean why are you being so apprehensive now?" I saw the tremors racking her body and felt nothing short of glee. For someone such as herself, she should of had more sense then she apparently used.
"Shuunji. You never said to me, which I suspect means you haven't spoke to anyone else, about this. Shuunji is an extremely dangerous man with powerful connections. By now he probably has an alibi. Not to mention he isn't known as a merciful man. If all he did was beat you to that degree, it means he's not through with you."
"Well after you asked that one time, you didn't ask again, so I forgot. In case you haven't noticed, I've been bipolar about seducing you and saving you."
"Saving me?" I laughed. Did she not understand the rant I just went on about Shuunji? He was not a man to be brushed off. As a matter of a fact, if she did, it would serve to piss off even more. I frowned. Dear lord please don't tell me she did already. "I don't think you've told me what I need saving from."
"Yes I have, but at the time you thought me to be mad."
"Enlighten me."
"When I told you about me killing you. I suppose I didn't explain it well. Let me try again. Your dream is to meet your parents when they are reincarnated, right?"
"Actually a dream implies something unattainable. Please refer to it as my goal." She moved again to face me, uncrossing and recrossing her legs. I could tell she was trailling into an uncomfortable topic. I smiled and met her glare. It wasn't an angry or unsettling glare, but it made a sort of impact on Orochimaru, not that he let it show. "Go on. I'll try not to interrupt anymore."
"I don't mind much. Now how do you plan to go about completing your goal?" Her eyes were intense and watching everything.
How? To my left I heard water dripping from the faucet. How? Power to survive is needed first. "I will learn every jutsu in existance. My power will insure my ability to survive."
"Anything else?" Her eyes. They hardened.
"I don't understand what this has to do with-- "
"Mononoke are demons that latch onto someone's pain, fear, or desire. In order to destroy them the katachi (form), makoto(truth), and kotowari(reason) must be known. Think of this as a pre-exorcism. Wouldn't you like to understand the end game?" Her voice was hollow, monotonous, and dead serious. The childish grace and youth she once owned was completely eradicated from her features.
"Sokka. Fine. I need to obtain immortality to beat time and be alive and recognizable when I see them."
"How will you obtain immortality?"
"If I'm becoming a mononoke, what is my katachi?"
"Nani?" Her eyes narrowed as I increased my activeness on the field. I wouldn't submit and lower myself into being a pawn for a child's amusement. Her amusement, no matter how devoid her face was of emotion, was the only reason I could think of for her doing this.
"Quid Pro Quo." To my surprise, she smiled and laughed.
"You never change. Anyway. . . Your katachi is a Yamata no Orochi."
"The eight headed serpent slain by Susanoo? Isn't there only one?"
"There was one specific one in that story. Now answer my question."
"Immortality. . . I will gain it from jutsu. My turn, what is my makoto?"
"The fact that everything warped thing you will do was all for seeing your parents again."
"You've told me that already. That answer is a cheat."
She smiled faintly towards me. "I suppose but I never classified it as your makoto. My turn again. How will you go about finding these jutsus?"
I straightened my back and shifted my legs.
. . . Sajima. You plan to kill her for your experiments to find immortality. . .
"Well-- I. Certain precations must be made-- umm. . . There are experiments that must be carried out to ensure my safety. And then when I have those working under me, I'll have to bring them to a certain level of power. Now. . . what is my kotowari?"
"That is the question. . . If I tell you a poem will you try to decipher it? Here goes:
Back to back 2 men stand
Combat began hand on hand
The 2 men jumped, kicked, bled, and screamed
Both won the trophy of pointless agony
Side to side 2 men lie
Down on their knees 2 lovers cry
Leaving them bent and broken
The slits on their wrists
One last action
One last kiss
Back to back 2 men stood
They battled and fought the best they could
Why combat began only they know
Distinguished the difference between friend and foe
Kneeling down 2 lovers cried
By love and devotion did they abide
Forever gone never will they see
Left only is the memory of a heartfelt tragedy"
"What the hell does that mean?"
"In time we'll figure our own puzzles out. And then we can prevent the future."
"So, this is your fancy way of saying you don't know my kotowari?"
"Basically."
"That poem. . . sounds familiar. . . Who wrote it?" She giggled and ran out of the room.
5 seconds later her head peeped from around the corner. "Sajima stopped Jiraiya on the way to her house yesterday. He told me to tell you she wants to break up because you were emotionally distant and she thinks that a harlot might be an insult."
I stood abruptly, banging my legs against my chair. "When the hell did he talk to you?!"
"He sent me a talking frog a while ago." She giggled and slunk away.
Huh. The idiot summoned a talking frog successfully? I haven't been paying attention to his progress. He is progressing to where he's approaching to my level fast. Soon he may surpass me. . .
I READ MY OLD CHAPTER AND FIRST STORY. NEW RULE. I D0N'T WRITE WHEN HALF ASLEEP. sOME CHAPTERS SUCKED AND JUMPED FROM ALL OVER THE PLACE AND JEEZ. . . WELL ENJOYS THIS CHAPTER. 5 REVIEWS AND I UPDATE.