'My dear you don't seem completely here.' came Orochimaru's voice from what sounded like miles away. Mika looked up at him, tearing her eyes away from the dirty floor she was standing on to fix on the older man's pale face as he watched her steadily. She knew he was right; he knew he was right. There was no reason to deny it. 'You must concentrate.'
'Why?' she asked indifferently, staring at him blankly across the wide expanse of nothing between them where the young girl had just created a large rift in the earth. 'I can beat you without trying.' There was a pause. Mika knew that her new sensei was very sensitive about that fact, and that was the main reason she continued reminding him.
'Your technique is still quite disorganized.' he never failed to remind her, not that she really cared any more, but he wasn't to know that. There was another long pause during which Mika's deep hazel eyes fell to the ground again unhappily. 'You are miserable? Do you not appreciate my mansion?' he asked quietly, watching for a reaction from the girl he had been training for the past few weeks.
The next thing he knew a thick root had entwined itself around his neck and crashed him against the wall behind him, slowly constricting around his throat and cutting off his breathing. Through his watering eyes he watched Mika float towards him, her long hair and skirt fluttering in the wind which was gracefully carrying her towards him, her young face was livid.
'Yes, I am miserable.' she spat at him when she got to within touching distance, a strange fire burning in her stunning eyes as she glared menacingly at him. 'And no, I don't appreciate your stupid mansion, because it sucks!' Orochimaru glared back at her rebelliously even though he was painfully aware of her power over him: he had been caught off-guard.
'Release me.' he said quietly, trying to sound threatening through his discomfort.
'Give me one good reason why I should?' asked the girl darkly, narrowing her eyes in dislike as she came ever closer to him. There was another long pause while the sannin decided on a reason which would force her to let him go, and make her feel bad about herself too.
'Because you came to me.'
'You tricked me!' she snapped back at him, the fire in her soul seemed to roar harder than ever as her fury grew. 'I wouldn't have come if-'
'If the Village hadn't hated you?' he cut in quickly, trying to sound as silky as possible against the ever tightening root. 'If Sasuke had paid more attention to you?' She didn't answer as her eyes darted from his left eye to his right nervously, her lips softening inconspicuously. He pulled the slackened root away from his throat, his eyes still glued to hers as he found his foothold on the solid floor. 'You selfish girl.'
'You can talk.' she spat back at him, poison etched in every fibre of her being.
'At least I know I am.' he replied in a whisper, smiling dangerously at the defiant girl. 'You seem to think you are little miss perfect, you're the victim in this whole story. You seem to have the impression that you are the only person who's had wrong done to them.' He could feel the hate and contempt she held him in floating in the thick air around them, as though it was discreetly trying to throttle him, trying to make him give in.
'At least I feel.' she said at length, her voice sounded pulled again as though she was fighting against invisible tears. They stared at each other for a moment more before she turned on her heel and stormed out, her long hair shimmering behind her as she walked and disappeared through the side door which led to her room.
'At least I feel.' repeated Orochimaru, feeling the words roll off the end of his tongue and catching slightly on the edge of his cold lips. There was that unfortunate doubtful sensation which she so often gave him and which he really hated. He looked over at the eastern wall, feeling the presence of unfamiliar shinobi not far away… he would have to leave so as not to be found. He couldn't rely on Mika to battle against Leaf shinobi… he couldn't count on Mika to do anything for him at the moment. He would have to win her around. He took a deep calming breath and strode off towards the door the young girl had just left out of, with every intention of winning the girl's loyalty back.
Sorry it's so short! I've kinda got a bit of ze writers block of doom!!! I should get over it soon though! Thanks for reading, and reviewing is always appreciated!
Big shout out to my dear Lonely-Kitty!!!