This is my first fic on here...I hope you like it! Just something I wrote before I went to bed. The Kabuto fangirl within me couldn't sleep. xP
Ripples
I don't remember people.
Not really, anyway.
I can remember their names and faces--I'm a spy, an intelligence agent. I remember information, it's what I do.
You remember people, as more than just a name and a face, because of things they've done. With me, all my life people have only done things for me because they had to.
When I was a child, Sound shinobi left me at the Battle of Kikyo Pass because they had to, so I could infiltrate the enemy. The jounin who saved me only did so because he had to. It wasn't because he cared about me, or because he loved me. He couldn't leave a child, even an enemy one, alone in a desolate wasteland of battle, with nowhere to go and nowhere to go back to. He was obligated to take me in, and he did so.
He trained me as a medical ninja because he had to. He was my foster father. He had no other choice.
No one taught me, fed me, clothed me because they wanted to. They did so because they had to.
The Akatsuki used me as a spy because they needed information. It's all been the same for me. I'm the one no one really cares about. The afterthought. The extra burden, the extra chore. Even when I was masquerading as a Konoha genin I was treated the same way--the examiners forgot about me, really. They let me take the exam because they had to let me, not because any of them thought I had any real talent.
These are the people I forget. The ones that lose depth and soul and become faces and statistics on cards. I don't care about them anymore than they cared about me.
It's what makes me a good spy. I'm never in the limelight. I'm easily forgotten. People treat me as an afterthought. And I treat them as data. I act the way they want me to because I know how they want me to act. My eyes are unclouded by emotion.
There's only one person in the world I treat as an actual person.
Orochimaru-sama.
Why? The answer is simple.
When I was under control of the Akatsuki, he freed me. He saved me. And unlike the jounin who saved my life as a child, he didn't do it because he had to.
He saved me when no one knew I needed to be saved. He took me even though he didn't have to.
I fight for Orochimaru-sama because I'm in debt to him, because I'm obligated to. But I also fight because I want to.
And that makes all the difference.
