Authoress: I do not own Naruto or any of the characters in this fic. Oh, interesting side note; Kabuto is one inch taller and seventeen pounds heavier than Orochimaru. Roughly. I discovered this through my random conversions of their metric stats to the English system.


No person is without some sort of vice or bad habit. Tsunade had her gambling, Jiraiya his perversion, Naruto his utter cluelessness, Sasuke his disgustingly superior attitude.

Kabuto had his sweet tooth.

It was 6:30 in the morning.

And Kabuto was making himself and ice cream sundae.

He was an early riser, and this was breakfast. Oh and what a breakfast it would be.

He loved chocolate beyond any other flavor, so he was using chocolate and marshmallow ice cream. Kabuto also loved the various syrups that one could put on a sundae. He slathered caramel, chocolate, peanut butter, butterscotch, and strawberry sauces all over the ice cream. Next came the other toppings. Onto the already drowned sundae, Kabuto threw chocolate chips, crushed graham crackers, crushed cookies, gummy worms, gummy bears sprinkles, cherries, whipped cream, four different types of crushed candies, and some marshmallows for good measure.

All of this took him about twenty minutes. When he was done, he studied the dessert like a king surveying his kingdom. Kabuto grinned.

That was a sundae.

And now, to eat it. He sat down and glanced at the clock. Six fifty. Orochimaru didn't wake up until well after eight, usually, so he was safe.

Why didn't Kabuto want his master to see him? Well, it was kind of strange that anyone would be eating such a monstrosity of an ice cream sundae at 6:50 a.m. He wasn't quite sure how Orochimaru would react. And he preferred not to find out. He realized that he hadn't gotten himself a spoon, and got up to get one. As he (quietly) rummaged through the silverware drawer, he wondered what Orochimaru might say if he were to walk into the room at this moment. He shuddered at the thought.

Kabuto seemed to be having difficulty finding a spoon. For some reason, he couldn't locate any silverware. Oh, he found soup ladles, spatulas, and whisks, but no flatware. This irritated him, because his sundae was melting. Shooting a glance at his breakfast, he quickly amended that he probably wouldn't be able to tell.

During his search for a utensil, Kabuto realized that he had forgotten a few key toppings; peanuts (honey-roasted, his favorite) hot fudge, pretzels, chocolate-covered pretzels, and pocky (1). As he put five sticks of each flavor of pocky (chocolate, strawberry, and almond crunch) into the sundae, he realized that he might just have to use a soup ladle. It would have to do.

But of course, now he couldn't find the soup ladle.

"You know, if you're looking for a spoon, I moved all of the silverware to the drawer by the dishwasher."

Kabuto froze. He turned around slowly. Orochimaru stood, leaning in the doorway, grinning.

"My, you're up early. Are you always awake at this hour?"

"Good morning, Orochimaru-sama," Kabuto greeted, trying to sound calm. Amazingly, Orochimaru hadn't noticed the sugary mess that was Kabuto's sundae.

The snake charmer walked over to the dishwasher, pulled open the drawer there, and got out a spoon. He set it on the table.

And saw the ice cream. He stared at it for a few moments, blinking.

"Kabuto…what is this?"

"Uh…it's a sundae, sir."

"Is it?" Orochimaru sounded genuinely surprised.

"Yes, sir."

"You are having a sundae…at seven o'clock in the morning. Breakfast?" The younger of the two nodded and smiled sheepishly.

"Tsk, tsk, Kabuto. That's not very nutritious," Orochimaru scolded playfully, smirking. He sat down at the table, and his servant joined him.

"I know, sir, but it's pretty good. Do…do you want to try it?" he asked almost shyly. Orochimaru raised an eyebrow, staring at the concoction.

"Not before you do." Both of them laughed, as Kabuto got up to get Orochimaru a spoon. He retrieved one and sat down again. Orochimaru scooped up a spoonful of the sundae and ate it.

"There…was something chewy in that," he remarked somewhat uneasily. Kabuto grinned at him reassuringly.

"Don't worry Orochimaru-sama. It was probably only a gummy worm." The man shot him a quizzical look.

"'Probably?' Lovely. What…pray tell is in this?" Kabuto rattled off all of his secret ingredients cheerfully, occasionally scooping some of the melting dessert into his mouth. When he finished, Orochimaru was laughing hysterically.

"You're certainly creative, Kabuto, I'll give you that. But aren't you going to get a stomachache from all of that sugar?" The boy shook his head and snorted.

"No. I've done this before. I can handle it."

The two then settled into their comfortable morning routine. Orochimaru began to make his coffee and an English muffin. Kabuto continued to scarf down his sundae. When Orochimaru sat down to eat, his servant was almost done with his 'breakfast.'

"You're going to be really sick," Orochimaru warned casually, sipping his coffee.

"No, sir, I don't think I will."

Kabuto polished off the rest of it and smiled. He belched loudly.

"Excuse me," he said politely, and put his bowl and the spoons in the dishwasher.

"Kabuto?"

"Yes, sir?"

"What possessed you to create such a…sundae?"

"I've got a terrible sweet tooth, Orochimaru-sama."


Authoress: That had to be the most utterly pointless thing I have ever written. I don't know what purpose this chapter served…but I hope you liked it.

(1) - I highly doubt that there are a lot of people that don't know what pocky is, but I'll explain anyway. It's a Japanese dessert, a biscuit stick covered in either chocolate, strawberry cream, or chocolate with almonds. (I'm sure there are other kinds, but those are the ones that I mentioned.)