That's Not What They Said in the Papers
"I'm proud of you," Sarutobi Hiruzen's aged eyes shone damply upon the young man sitting on the opposite side of the desk. "You never give up, no matter what challenges life puts in your way. Even when there are those who revile you, who scorn you…"
"Their hatred doesn't mean anything," the teen interjected, wearily shaking his head. "You have always been there for me; that's what matters. You're the closest thing to family that I have. I'd do anything for you, just to hear you say those words: that you're proud of me."
"And you know that you are like family to me, also, my boy," said Sarutobi, reaching across the desk and gripping the young man's hand affectionately. "I'm just sorry that I couldn't do more for you."
"Stop blaming yourself. You tried; but the Council-"
"The Council are fools," Sarutobi snapped, his grandfatherly visage suddenly dark and malevolent. "And they fear what they do not understand."
"But you work so hard," he resumed in a softer, almost heartbroken tone; rising and crossing the room to the boy's side. "All you ever wanted was to become stronger, to protect the village."
"They'll see it someday. Someday, I will make them acknowledge me. You'll see," the young man who always dreamed of one day being Hokage vowed.
"I'm sure you will," Sarutobi smiled, and patted the young man on the shoulder.
"But you should go: it's getting late; and, I am sorry to say, I no longer seem able to protect you from everyone."
"I'll be alright," and his voice was once again filled with determination. "Hang on to that hat for me, Old Man."
And with a wink and a smile, Orochimaru left the lab and fled the village.
A.N.
Too obvious?
