Summary: Orochimaru's plan to get what he wants turns out to be rather profitable indeed.
Rated: K
Word Count: 493
A/N: For Kat. I wasn't there, but I heard what you guys did with your profiles, and I couldn't stop laughing. Have fun.
A Perfect Match
Number one: S-n-a-k-e C-h-a-r-m-i-n-g.
Well, it was a hobby. No question about that. And why not? There is nothing wrong with admitting what you're good at.
Number two: W-o-r-l-d D-o-m-i-n-a-t-i-o-n.
Yes. That was good. Certain to win him a few points. At least that line of work provided stability. Job security was a big deal to people these days. His lips curled into a devilish smile as his sinewy fingers clacked furiously across the keyboard.
Number three: Living forever by transferring soul into other bodies.
He was running out of room now. They should really have more spaces to incorporate people with so many interests. With a graceful stroke, he punched the Enter key, sat back lacing his fingers to stretch. What else…
Footsteps
grew louder in the corridor outside. Hurriedly, Orochimaru scrambled
one last sentence onto the computer screen under "Other Comments"
and clicked Send.
The
door opened and Kabuto marched into the room. "Orochimaru-sama,
Preparations for the next attack on Konoha are now complete. We will
be ready to move on your command."
Sitting up a little straighter, Orochimaru glared at the intruder briefly before his gravelly voice replied, "Good. I will assume command of the larger strike team and personally deliver my demands. That old fool, Sarutobi will have no choice. This time they'll have to give me what I wa—"
A
delicate chime sounded from the computer's speakers followed by a
male voice which exclaimed, "You've got mail!" Orochimaru's
serpent eyes glanced toward the monitor momentarily before returning
to Kabuto who stood, a little embarrassed, with a bewildered look on
his face.
"Tch…!"
Orochimaru spun his swivel chair around to face the desk. Clicked the
mouse, opened the mail window and stared.
"Hm hm hm hehehehehe," he chuckled to himself. "Kabuto. Abort the attack."
"But…Orochimaru-sama!"
"There is no need." Orochimaru did not turn from the computer but kept his manic eyes fixed on the glowing screen. Kabuto knew better than to argue and so left the way he came, shoulders hunched and grumbling to himself.
Click.
Open. Subject: Let's Meet.
He
scrolled down to view the sender's profile. The Minion Network was
so convenient these days. He couldn't believe how quickly this
response came.
Name:S. U.
Age: old enough
Hobbies/Interests:
1. Being the best 2. Cool contacts 3.
Plotting the death of my brother
Other
Comments: In need of mentor to reach lifetime goal.
He read the message underneath:
Hey there, Snake Eyes. That's a cool name. Your profile is really impressive. I was wondering if we could meet. I'm sure my credentials would more than exceed your expectations. One thing though. I was a little concerned about what you put for "Other Comments", something about 'little boys'? I just don't want you to get the wrong idea about me or anything…
Orochimaru
leered at the screen, triumphant.
Click.
Reply. Message:
To
S.U.,
Don't worry 'bout that. ((((((((((((((((( ' vv')--c
Snake Eyes will see you soon.
