"A DAY AT THE SNAKE'S"

Written by: riyuna16

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. The one who owns it is a genius!

Summary: See how Sasuke endures his first day in Orochimaru's secret lair. We just know how this guy left a cursed seal after delightfully sinking his fangs into Sasuke's neck so perhaps they're going to do more than training... NOT an OroSasu fic

A/N: Yay! Chapter Two! I planned this one very well, as best as I can! Anyway, Orochimaru appears here. This is also the part where the two meets (except the part where he bit him in the series)! Please review and tell me your comments and everything. To all who oh-so-hates OroSasu, please don't think I like the pairing! It sickens me the way it sickens you too. And I'm not pairing them up anyway. It's really plainly about Sasuke's stay with him. That's all. And please don't mind the title of the chapter grins. Enjoy... :D!

"A Day at the Snake's"

Written by: riyuna16

Chapter Two: Power-crazy meets Power-hungry


9:00 am.

His shadowy figure remained unaltered in the darkness. Only the candle glowing around itself like an amber enthuse the dead silence of the old nemesis.

Orochimaru. The evil, evil guy we've known forever as the ultimate antagonist of the series since he definitely looks SO evil. We usually see him in bandages and everything and in this fic, is no different. Yes, sad to say. He's still recovering from all the bloody pain he experienced in the bathroom so he still looks that way.

Well ANYWAY...

This legendary sannin is not doing his usual today. Because he's so pleased that his source of admiration is now HERE----in his secret lair----he's not into destroying innocent villages or going for walks looking for more toys to play with. Instead, Orochimaru is in his private space, that dark-room-with-the-melting-candle-and-other-precious-possessions room. Yes, there he was. Sitting on the chair at the center like a king. A very, very evil king who was definitely growing impatient.

"What's taking Sasuke-kun so long!" he grumbled loudly. "Maybe he thought it was still dusk since this secret lair is so dark..."

"Orochimaru?"

Upon hearing his name, the sannin gathered all his strength, jumped excitedly with a cheery smile and immediately faced the person, who was none other than Kabuto... again.

"WHAT?" he answered harshly. "Where is SASUKE?"

Kabuto, feeling a little rejected, gradually bowed to him. "My apologies, Master Orochimaru. But Master Sasuke is already training outside."

"TRAINING OUTSIDE?" he exclaimed, as if Kabuto told him that Sarutobi had risen from the grave.

"Yes, master." the medic-nin replied.

The snake-summoner nodded. "Hmm... that's a good sign," and he helped himself to the door. Kabuto noticed this.

"Shall I bring you your cane and hat as you venture outside?"

The sannin paused dead in his tracks. "What?"

"Do you need your cane and hat?" repeated Kabuto.

Orochimaru raised him a brow. "Kabuto," he spoke. "Since WHEN did I ever needed a cane and hat?"

He shrugged. "Since now?" he supposed. "It's your first all-day occupancy in that body, Master Orochimaru." he stated. "You are too frail as of now. So we better be careful."

Orochimaru pondered on the idea. We all know that Kabuto is keen, clever and downright faithful to his master, and Orochimaru knows that too. That's why he trusts him so much, with his life! But him wearing a cane and hat as protection? From WHAT! From the SUN! What's more, this is Sasuke's FIRST DAY! We're not talking about Naruto or Sakura. It's SASUKE! This young shinobi is just TOO special for him! He has to look good if not better...

"I don't think that's necessary, Kabuto." he uttered and went through the door.

"But look at you!"the medic-nin exclaimed. "You're so weak! You'relike a wobbling eggplant and----"

"BE QUIET!" yelled Orochimaru. "You're just a servant!" he added, glaring at him as he stormed out of the dark-room-with-the-melting-candle-and-other-precious-possessions room. Kabuto backed away, hurt. But he just couldn't contain himself a while ago, because to him, Orochimaru meant more than just his master.


Forest. 9:45 am.

Sasuke stood in the middle of the forest he has never been. The sun was quite high in the sky but he didn't care much anymore. He has a lot more things to keep in mind. He has to focus. He held up shurikens in between his fingers of overlapped hands in front of his chest. And closed his eyes in concentration.

"Focus." he told himself. "Concentrate."


Flashback . . .

8 year-old Sasuke hid behind a tree where he can see the target.

"Ha! Let's see if Itachi can do this..." he sneered confidently. After a few seconds, he almost jumped only to find a kunai that hit the spot! He stared at it. And his jaw dropped. "It's... unbelievable!"

He ran to where his older brother was and gasped. He was dumbfounded to see that Itachi has hit ALL the targets he had set up! Even in the most difficult places to take aim! Yeah! Like what happened in the series! Well anyway... Little Sasuke looked at his older brother who slowly stood to his composure.

"Itachi! Please teach meeee!" the young Uchiha whined as he ran over to Itachi's place. "Teach me how to throw shurikens and kunai!"

"I'm sorry, Sasuke. But I have a mission tomorrow," said Itachi as he started picking up his weapons, just like in the series again. "Maybe next time."

"But you always say 'next time', Itachi!" protested Little Sasuke with a frown. "You rarely thought me anything."

End of Flashback.


Thirteen-year-old Sasuke gritted his teeth. Yes, Itachi rarely spends time with him because he's always going out in a mission. Well, why not? He IS the strongest ninja of their clan, and Sasuke... well, he was just waiting for his super-strong brother to come home and hear all the super-praises about him by their parents, especially his super-father, Fugaku.

There is more of this guy we don't know. Yes, we know Fugaku is Sasuke's father. And fathers always want the good for their children and should be, beyond question, understanding. But unfortunately, this father is an impatient one. He is so honored, which in this fic means 'extremely proud', to have a son like Itachi and brags him about to all the other low-class clans who never made it to the series (since they're so lowly and shoddy and do not fit the standards of not being the typical type). To put it simple, they're just your everyday-clan so they suck unlike the Uchihas. So Fugaku talks big about Itachi, everything he has accomplished and all the staggering stuff he does that even WE cannot believe. At first.

Well ANYWAY...

Sasuke's father is hot headed. But fortunately, he doesn't show it to his sons! YAY! But little boys aren't dense, so Little Sasuke knew his father was growing annoyed. So whenever they train shurikens and kunai, "You have to aim at the target and not the squirrel, Sasuke. You better be a good shinobi like your brother," he reprimanded him as gently as he could. "Because you're my son." he would add.

But deep inside the aggravating delicate heart of Fugaku...

"WHAT THE HELL! ARE YOU BLIND?"

Sasuke knew he wasn't a slow learner. In fact, we all know he isn't like whatever his father describes him to be because he's their son and everything. But it gets really tough for an eight-year-old to live in a house where you're always compared to your bloody brother. Sometimes, he asks his mother, Mikoto, if he really belongs to the clan of Uchiha.

Flashback . . .

"Of course you do, Sasuke!" his mother had always answered him with assurance. "Why in the world have you thought you do not?"

"Because I'm not as awesome as Itachi," replied Sasuke with a long face. She smiled.

"You may not be as strong as your brother, Sasuke. But when you grow up..." her voice came to a whisper as she held Little Sasuke's hands. "You will be the son I'll be most proud of!"

End of Flashback.

"I will, Mother."

And Sasuke leaped himself as high as he can to the air and threw the shurikens and kunai straight off the trunks of the trees, missing the squirrels. Directly at his targets. When he came to his feet, he slowly opened his eyes. The young Uchiha smirked. He saw all the his weapons hit the spot. He knew he can be like him. His father was wrong. Then he heard scraping of leaves at the distance.

"You missed one." came a scratchy voice as the man himself held a kunai on his right hand. Then he looked at his lower-left. "Ooops, make that two."

Sasuke curled his hands into balls of fists. Did he really miss TWO targets!

"Oh, don't worry, Sasuke-kun. I can't do that either," Orochimaru said, walking up to him. "I guess your brother can, can't he?"

The raven wonder remained silent. He wouldn't have recognized him with his new olive green hair without those purpled-lined eyes and that scratchy voice of his.

Orochimaru broke into a laugh. "I am ONE of the legendary sannins and yet..." he uttered. "I cannot take skillful aim at all TEN targets."

This made Sasuke smiled a bit.

"Have you eaten breakfast?" asked Orochimaru. "I don't want my next container vulnerable and puny." he stated.

"Yes, I have." answered the Sharingan-user as he glowered at him. "When are you giving me the power I asked?"

"You just need to enhance the gift," the sannin proclaimed with a mischievous smile. "And the highest, utmost form of immeasurable power is forever yours."

The young Uchiha stared into nothingness. An unexplainable look in his gaze.