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A/N: This goes out to my lovely friend Andrea, who has an affinity to Orochimaru and plums! (Orochimaru loves plums. It's just a fact. Sheesh!)
Odds and Ends
Chapter Four: Plums
Pairings: None
A devious smile spread across Orochimaru's pasty lips, and his eyes shone desirously. Without wasting any time, the slithery villain bared his teeth and tore into the purple fruit, its sweet juices dripping down his chin. It took him under three seconds to devour the entire fruit before reaching into the bowl sitting on the table in front of him and grabbing another one, which he quickly devoured as well, slurping loudly, his long, snake-like tongue lapping at the juice dripping down his chin, an unusual look of utter bliss playing on his pasty features.
Sasuke and Kabuto watched the scene playing before them from the other side of the table, chopsticks poised over their bowls of rice, baring matching expressions of disturbance. Orochimaru happily continued his massacre on the bowl of fruit, ignoring his subordinates completely.
"Has he always had such an affinity to plums?" Sasuke asked finally, unable to tare his gaze from the unusual sight playing before him.
Kabuto shrugged, pushing his circular glasses further up the bridge of his nose thoughtfully.
"Pretty much."
"Ah."
No matter how many years he had been in the company of Orochimaru, Sasuke could never get over how much of a weirdo the snake summoner was.
Sasuke fished a red tomato piece from his bowl, popping it into his mouth and chewing it and savoring the taste as it washed over his tongue, a small, satisfied smirk crossing his features.
Yep, Orochimaru was a nutcase.
Plums were nothing compared to tomatoes.