Insanity rise: Hello again! I finally decided to work on another story besides my Dosu one! Yay for me! Anyway, this chapter is somewhat short but I already had the next one written and I couldn't connect them because it would have been way to long and weird. I went for sounding descriptive on this chapter and I hope it worked. There might be a few mistakes but it has been a while since I worked on this story! Oh and thanks, for the 480 reads on "The Scars That Never Heal" I'm going for 500! I love you guys! (Even though you never review…oh well I'm not begging!) Keep reading! This chapter is abit boring but this story is getting closer and closer to the best parts of it! WHOOT WHOOT!
Chapter 5
Never To Return…
"Come on Kimimaru," Kabuto demanded, his voice more scared than angry. Kimimaru limped on behind him, doing his best to keep up. He was still weak from what had happened earlier, and he was having trouble just keeping the pace. Kabuto just wanted him to hurry, the sooner they were out of the sound village the better. He wanted to get as far away from Orochimaru as possible, and right now Kimimaru was the only thing slowing him down. He shook his head and looked around, being sure no one else was around. Thankfully, they were the only ones in the street, the obvious signs of rain driving most of the townspeople indoors. Kabuto hurried down the street, his eyes fixed on the gates that were just ahead. This was it, once they passed through those gates there would be no turning back.
"What took you so long," Kabuto winced slightly as a sharp voice reached him, recognizing Tayuya as she, Sakon, and Kidomaru melted from the shadows, their faces set with graveness.
"I had to get Kimimaru," Kabuto reminded her, "it wasn't exactly what I'd call easy!"
"Whatever," Tayuya shrugged, "let's just get out of here before anyone sees us."
"Fine," Kabuto nodded. Tayuya turned away from him, taking off down the path in the opposite direction, away from the village. Sakon only shrugged when Kabuto met his gaze, following after Tayuya as quickly as possible. With a quiet snicker, Kidomaru also followed, wanting more than anything to just away from Orochimaru and his dark plans. Kabuto couldn't leave so easily. He felt as though he was forever chained to the village, of course, he'd always felt that way. Ever since he'd been taken in by Orochimaru, he'd felt as though it was his duty to remain with him, never once considering running off. It probably had something to do with the fact that Orochimaru slaughtered anyone who even considered deserting. Whatever the reason Kabuto had a sick feeling in his stomach as he looked back at his home, knowing he would never see it again. Even if they did find a cure and he did live on, he had no idea what he expected to do when he could never come back to the place his life had always revolved around. Even when he'd been sent out on missions, he'd always had the will to return, and he could only hope that will would not feel that need as he turned his back. In that single action he was turning his back to everything he'd ever believed in, everything he'd ever lived for and strived for. His master had been his purpose, his only reason of existence had been to serve him, but now that reason was being thrown aside. He could never answer to Orochimaru again, for he knew he would never come upon a second chance, Orochimaru had never had the reputation of giving second chance, why should he start now…Yet still, something deep inside Kabuto wished he would be able to come back. Through all the evil and pain, all the torture and death, all the scheming and bloodshed and the toil and tears, he knew this was where he wanted most of all to be, but he couldn't quite see why. It wasn't al because of Orochimaru; for he would never give all his will to one person, no, it was because for the longest time he'd thought of this place as his village. He hand't been born here, but he still felt like he was a part of it, and it was a part of him.
"Kabuto," Kabuto's thought were shattered from a weak voice, "shouldn't we be following them?"
"Oh," Kabuto realized Kimimaru was still staring at him, waiting for him to chase after the others, "of course."
Kabuto sighed and looked to the forest ahead, taking a step forward, stepping out of the village he'd lived in for the better part of his life. Kimimaru hurried after him, groaning softly as he was attacked by waves of sharp pain. Kabuto was oblivious to his struggle, oblivious to everything around him as he walked on, his eyes distant and emotionless. This was the end, the end of the real part of his life and the beginning of some harsh reality that to him, didn't exist. His footsteps echoed in his head as they traveled on, leaving behind all thoughts of return, leaving behind the lives they now knew they'd taken for granted…