Kabuto was sweating. Yes, Kabuto. What, you have a problem with this being about Kabuto now? I like Kabuto. He deserves to be in the Tales of the Sannin just as much as…well, no one else does, although Ino was sorta anonymously in there, and now there's Yondaime and Shizune but not Tonton because that would make this story just really dumb…. Ahem. Excuse me. Kabuto is cool. Shut up.
Kabuto was sweating. He knew he had the skills of Kakashi—well, skill level, it was impossible to have all the actual skills that he had, y'know, unless you were semi-immortal and made it a hobby to collect them with a single-mindedness rivaled only by Ash Ketchem—but this battle was about to end quickly.
With a pained cry of defeat, Jann Lee flew across the screen to land in a KO'd heap while Kasumi seemed to apologize for her victory. Kabuto slowly released the controller, reaching up to adjust his glasses. He had lost. He had been beaten. He was standing before true power.
He knelt, offering his deference to his unchallenged master. "Orochimaru-sama, I am yours."
Orochimaru stood in front of the PS2 station mounted on the side of an aisle in the electronics section and grinned smugly. Yes, he was awesome. He was so awesome, he needed it to be known by all. Forever.
"Yes, I am awesome, Kabuto, but you are not awesome enough for me. But as my spy, you can help me find the perfect body in this sickeningly peaceful store."
The boy rose, his grin decidedly evil. "Come this way, sir."
Another side, another story!
Something was bugging Jiraiya. He didn't want to think about it, but it became so obnoxious he actually stopped pedaling in order to figure it out. He looked up around him, and it became suddenly clear.
He'd never gotten this far before. He couldn't even see the sporting goods department anymore.
He spun to look behind him, certain of the crowd of employees about to pounce. Nobody. He sat there, on that tiny pink bike with tassels and a bell and a pretty little basket, and was dumbfounded at his luck. Had he really managed to ride all the way across the store without being chased and stopped and reprimanded and kicked out?
Seemed so. With a "fufufufufu" of laughter, he gave the bell a couple of victory rings and zoomed onward. The day was full of possibilities.