The smoke cleared, and the deed was done. It had taken almost no time at all to find the perfect body—Kabuto knew the store better than anyone else, and he had navigated the aisles with grace and cunning. Now Orochimaru had a body that would last forever, one in which he could learn all the ninjutsu he craved, and demolish all who stood in his way.
Gleefully, he tramped down the aisles, looking for his first victim. Children flocked around from all over, but he ignored them. The prey he had in mind was much more worthy of his newfound power. Kabuto followed dutifully behind, keeping the children away with the glare of employee authority.
Orochimaru halted, laser-like red eyes taking in everything as his head swiveled from side to side. The purple snake plushie was tied around his waist, mimicking his old purple bow-thing. The man's fashion sense had not been affected by the transition, not in the least.
Ah. Just the hapless target he was looking for.
In the same area!
He wanted it. It was perfect, so he wanted it. He deserved to have it. There was no reason why it shouldn't belong to him. No one else should have it. It was his and his alone. He just had to swindle Tsunade out of her wallet, and it would be his forever.
Jiraiya ran at the little robot toy that seemed to be looking straight at him. But—no!—he caught the warning almost too late. One of those red-shirted folk he hadn't seen for the last half hour was standing right behind it, and he was glaring at him with the hated glare of employee authority. Why did he have to pop up now, of all times, and ruin his fun?
He backed off. He'd just go find his own. And a new one, at that. One that was still shiny and in its box. And one without an ugly girly purple thing on it. Or maybe he'd go and get the raptor one, that was way cooler. And more pointy. But not any of the dog things, those were only for little kids—
As Jiraiya was daydreaming about his future purchases, Orochimaru attacked. Forming all the appropriate hand seals with his "fast, full function arms with two types grippers," he cried out, "Senai Jashuu!" Even sleeve-less, snakes whipped out from his arms, waving wildly in the air, ready to attack!
Jiraiya gawked.
!TO BE CONTINUED!