Nobody really prepares you for life. That's a fact, and in my case, nobody could have prepared me for this.

All he could remember is the cold feeling seeping through him like he'd never felt before. It was a pull, a yanking feeling that he could not escape. No matter what power he used, whatever he was being pulled, whatever power this was, it was nothing like he'd ever felt.

He had been conducting an experiment, involving sealing. Something went wrong, and he was pulled into a dark abyss. Then he found himself laying, feeling weakened, as if all of his energy had been stolen, on the pavement of the road. The road was line with tall trees and signs written in an unfamiliar language. It was dusk, if he was not mistaken by the reseeding light.

However, the dark clouds indicated a storm was coming, which meant it would be best if he sought out shelter. Already, he could feel the small cool rain drops falling to the ground, hitting his shoulders and dampening his hair. He couldn't sense anything, it was if is chakra was missing. Gone.

Even when he attempt to channel some for a jutsu, he could do nothing. That was when he heard a rumbling in the ground, and lights flashing in his face blinding him along with the blare of a horn, before something hit him, hard sending him flying to the ground. He tasted copper, and felt pain erupt across his body. He felt dazed.

"Oh my god, are you Ok? Please don't be dead. Oh god, there's blood- um can you hear me? Hey! Look at me, sir.." A women, hovered over him with a concerned look on her face. She spoke in a foreign tongue. The first thing he could make out about her was red, bright red hair not unlike a tomato. But her hair also held flecks of gold and orange, and judging by the brown roots, red was not her natural color, he guessed, distracting himself from the pain.

"Oh my god." She gasped, as she saw his face, her eyes flashing in… recognition? He did not know this women but it appeared she knew him. "I swear I didn't see you.. can you speak?" She questioned him. "I'm Aria Miller." She introduced herself. He stood, wobbling as his body protested moving, pain shot through him and he groan. She moved to help him, he growled at her "I'm fine, do not touch me if you wish to keep your life." He didn't know if she understood him exactly, but watched as she recoiled, the fear in her eyes giving him a sense of satisfaction. He contemplated killing her, seeing as she put him in this position in the first place.

He moved towards her, quickly grabbing her wrist and yanking her towards him, snagging her throat. The woman, gasped d choked, her eyes widening as he licked his lips, enjoying her terrified expression.

He did not anticipate the fierce kick the women sent to his gut, nor the punch to his throat and the sharp jab at a rather sensitive point on his arm, forcing him to release her.

Furthermore, he least expected the shock of a tazer electrocuting him and numbing his body to the point were he fell to the ground, slipping into unconsciousness.

Aria had no idea why this man had been in the middle of the road. She'd been on her way home from work when she hit something, or rather someone.

She'd been terrified that she'd killed him, but much to her relief she did not. That's when she practically ran out of her car, keeping her taser in on her, just in case. The closer she got to him, the more familiar he seemed. His long black hair covering his face, though she noted his pasty pale skin.

He was on the ground, breathing coming out in deep, heavy pained breaths as he struggled to sit up. Mind you she'd been going full speed when she hit him head on, the fact that he was even breathing was a miracle, yet here he was attempting to stand. She noted his strange, yet familiar clothing. Perhaps he was a cosplayer.

She called out to him at first, trying to make sure he was indeed, as Ok as he appeared to be as he sat up. He was bleeding, he was definitely hurt, covered in scraps, cuts and bruises.

Then she saw his eyes and froze. Those eyes were not human, nothing like it. They held a deep look of hatred that frightened her. He hissed at her in another language, a language she recognized as Japanese, thankfully she'd picked it up as a teen when she was in her anime phase. He told her not to touch or he'd kill her.

That voice, however, she knew. She realized that this man, he was not a cosplayer, he couldn't be. He was the real deal. No cosplayer, no normal human would have survived this hit, or even been conscious, let alone stand, with the strength to grab her by the throat with such strength.

She reacted immediately, being a woman who traveled and lived alone she'd taken up to martial arts and self defense training. She was prepared for a moment like this, and reacted quickly, moving as fast as she could because she knew if this man was who she thought he was, she would not have time to falter, in fact he must be incredibly weakened to be effect by her strikes.

After subduing the man, she dragged him to her car, putting him in the backseat and started to drive, keeping an eye on him the rear view mirror and praying he didn't wake up and attack her, as it would likely kill them both.

Because she knew this man to be Orochimaru.

Right, so this is actually an abridged and slightly modified version of a story I have on Archive of Our Own. For those of you who have read that, this story will be noticeably different, having much darker elements to it but a similar storyline. This story is not for the faint of heart, I will be going all out on the characters, exploring every expect I can. I will also accept criticism and suggestions to the characters development, so feel free to let me know in the comments.