Kiki's POV:

Three rooms down. Yes, that was close. So very, very close. I sighed thinking about ideas Orochimaru might suddenly harbour. All of them were perverted. At second glance, I saw my room had all my things in it, but nothing was organized. Actually it was like they threw everything into the center and left with twenty bucks. (My wallet wasn't there) I turned to face my antagonist and saw the look of eagerness in his eye. I smiled warmly, sliding up beside him and putting my hand in his. I kissed him on the lips.

He smirked and clenched my hand, trying to tug me in his room. I moved so close to his ear, breathing my warm breath on the shell of it. "Nope. Not tonight big boy." I pushed him away and ran to my own domain, making sure to slam the door to show my finality. The chill in the air should have foreshadowed the events to come, but all I did was become uneasy and nervously rub my arms. You could tell it was a lot colder in here than out there. I could see my breath spreading out in foggy puffs. I stared at the door and wondered if I should open it again. I shook my head and decided against it. How foolish is it to be scared of nothing?

I got to work on reorganizing my room. I took all my clothes and folded them neatly, putting them in particular piles for later. I pushed my hope chest in the center of the wall on the opposite wall of the bed. The chest of drawers, I placed next to the door and began setting my clothes in it. The last object was a mirror. I never really owned one. At my old village one was always hung on the wall. 'How else are you supposed to pretty yourself up?' They told me. I don't were make up. I don't mess around much with my hair. I barely noticed that one because I rarely used it.

This mirror was different. It had an unique quality about it. An attractive pull luring you in. It wasn't very special though. It was an oval shaped one with black wood rimming the edges. Gold writing was enscribed on the side:

ミラーによるパス

新しい精神は現われる

ガラスによるパス

そして犠牲は見過ごされている (1)

I mumbled the words to myself. The breeze that evidently froze my room passed by me. I gripped the mirror in both hands and prepared to hang it on the wall. Don't look into it. Leave now! The small pleading voice sounded so familiar. So close, but as if in a trance my hands moved to their own accord. I hung i slowly and stared at my reflection. My eyes, my face. Her eyes, her face. The second face in the mirror. Behind me but not. I couldn't turn. I could close my eyes. Shut out reality? She grinned. Her eyes filled in black. The black engulfed me as I passed out.

Orochimaru's POV:

I tried to push her off, but she pushed herself back on. "Kiki stop! I warn you, I won't tolerate you not listening." She gazed up at me from her position ontop of me, on the bed.

"Spare the rod, spoil the child."

I was trying to be nonviolent towards her, but the rage burst forth and I lost my thoughts. "God dammit Akana! Stop trying my patience!" I hooked her jaw with my fist. She fell limp but I didn't stop. "Perhaps I have spared the rod one to many times, ne? I should listen to you, Kiki, so much more often. So what punishment would you propose? A) Your blood bath. B) My experiment help. C) Help village raid. You weren't gone so long, when you got rid of that baby, which means you went to a nearby village. Am I close?"

"I choose the experiments. They sound fun." She smirked and walked over, gliding her hand along my bare chest. That sly smile. Those eyes. None of it seemed like it belonged to Kiki. "But can't we have some fun first.?" She disgusted me. I slapped her hand away, but she only smiled. She wasn't right.

"Go. Get out of my face."

"Where? Should I skip over to the labs and wait-"

"No. Go into your room and stay put." She was dissappointed to say in the least. I walked away with Kiki stuck in my mind. I hadn't called her Kiki. I called her Akana. She reminded me of that annoying bitch. She wasn't some one easy to get along with. Not to say she wasn't easy. She fucked me at every opportunity. A damned nymphomaniac. I leaned by the wall, tossing back my head, remembering Akana.

I walked by her room. It was winter, but not so cold. I looked in Akana's room. She was Kabuto's latest assistant. She had reading glasses that unattractively added years to her face that she luckily hardly ever wore and the look in her eyes said she was just as twisted as I was in a sense. She wore a shirt that showed an inappropiate amount of cleavage and a skirt that showed too much thigh, all hidden by her lab coat unless she and I were alone. Are eyes met and the lust grew to an infinite high.

It was after that day, that the fooling around started. It was after a month or so that I realized how obsessed she was with me. Other women I flirted with or raped ended up dead. People I began to criticize or look down on dissappeared. She showed up everywhere I went and before long I connected everything. I may have figured it out, but I showed no regards to her actions. It was no bother to me at first. Many of my subordinates have blind faith or love for me.

Her craze then took a change for the worst. People who I praised and acknowledged more so than her began dying. I thought it went to far when she attacked Kimimaro. He was well and my next body at the time. I dragged Akana by the hair down to the dungeons where I had my way with her. And where I let nine other men take her. I stripped her of her rank and kept her as a lowly prisoner. I beat her half to death and warned her about interferring with my plans.

I kicked her harder in her ribs. I was trying to teach her a lesson but it wasn't sinking in. "Akana, because you were such an effective worker, I'll give you a chance to redeem yourself. But first, why were you trying to sabotage me?"

Her eyes widen as she shook her head wildly. "No! I would never!"

"Then what is it?" I forced her head to face me. "Answer me."

"I love you! Oh Orochimaru, I love you! Other people are trying to break us apart, but I'm not letting them!" She kissed me. I forced her back onto her stomach.

"My dear, I need you to realize, I don't give a damn about you. Sex and love two oh so different things. You only need to understand your position here and do it well."

"No . . . No! You can't do this to me! I- We- together!"

"Get over it." I found it annoying to watch her blubber so idiotically. I turned to leave.

"I'm pregnant! Your child. It's yours! I can tell. I know it! What are you going to do?" I stopped. I didn't exactly believe her. You see, she somehow managed to grasp on to the dillusion that we were in a relationship and I noticed that woman in an ending relationship blurt out all sorts of rubbish in an attempt to save it.

"I don't care. Have a happy motherhood." I left her locked down in the cells.

I never gave her a second thought until now. When Kiki helped her with the baby. Now Kiki acted so much similiar to Akana. I had to work on this. I headed in the direction of Kimimaro's room. He knew Kiki. He was a very close aquaintance. Not so close, it bothered me, but close enough to keep tabs on her. Kimimaro's room had been placed near the medical ward in case of emergencies. Yes, Sasuke was going to be my next host, but after that maybe Kimimaro will be confirmed completely cured and then become my host.

I stood over his bed. He was asleep. It was funny the way he slept. He was a light sleeper. Not to mention it was hard to tell whether he was awake, asleep, or unconscious. That dignity about him was odd since he was really quite mindless. Blindly loyal as I said many of my followers are. I shook his shoulders gently. "Kimimaro-kun. Wake up. I have something important I wish to discuss with you." Immediately his eyes opened without conflict. It had been as though he had only recently closed them.

"Hai, Orochimaru-sama?" He sat up and looked me directly in the face with his childish glow. Lately he seemed more detached then lately. He probably was upset with how I didn't need him anymore and I devoted all my free time to Sasuke or Kiki. He never said it. It was written on his face.

"Something is wrong with Kiki. Something not quite normal. She seems to be- Do you remember the woman Akana?" I watched his face for a reaction. He never reacted, but it was a habit.

"Yes. She was the woman who tried to kill me about a year ago, correct?"He moved his hand to brush stray strands of hair from his cheeks.

"Ten months actually, but time doesn't matter."

"I heard she recently died. Was that not true?"

"Yes, it was. She died in child birth." I fell silent, waiting for Kimimaro to make the connection between the two conversations.

"What links does Kiki have with Akana?"

I smiled. "That's precisely what I need to know." Kimimaro looked at me with an expression saying he didn't understand. So I began to state my hypothesis. What kind of man would I be, not to view this as an experiment?

Kiki's POV:

It hurt. My head. I felt weird. A tingling sensation covered my body. I saw my room as if I was looking in from the doorway, except I could from this angle. I put my hand forward and felt glass. Glass. I pounded on it, but no sound, no movement. I felt so weak. I knew the mirror was responsible. It trapped me. Sucking out my energy. I knew I had to try to escape now or else I wouldn't be able to at all. I wasn't breathing. I didn't need to... I was fading. I felt that. So little energy.

I reached out to touch the glass again. I took both hands and pressed my palms to the freezing surface. I concentrated all my energy. This had to work now or I might not be able to survive much longer. A faint purple glow escaped her as she exerted all her power. It was all or nothing now. She refused to collapse. She refused to. . . But it was so hard. . It was all fading. . .

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(1) The pass by the mirror

the new soul appears

The pass by the glass

and the sacrifice is overlooked