Kabuto was late
So late that his skin crawled even at the thought of Orochimaru's yellow, snake like eyes piercing through him, because he was late!
But how could he be?
This and similar questions were flooding his mind since yesterday
Based on his calculation, he should've already arrived to Otogakure, or at least should've seen the surroundings of it, yet...
Yet he got lost
No!
He's not even gonna admit such a fact
That's even too amusing to entertain
No
He was just on a longer way back
Yeah, that was it
But why was the remains of winter chilling his neck, under the hair soo enticing...?
For some reason, he felt an imminent dread over the end of winter and it's coldness
He always preferred that over the heat of summer...yet he never felt like this before
The cold was something that was always present on his days, they were his
His cold days, even under the rays of sun, were chilling
Yet now it felt as if the end of this winter would be the end to his cold days as well...
How was that even...?
He should pay no mind to it
When he was dragging himself towards the lab, the snake's eyes were still on his skin, as if it would actually follow him through the walls, keeping the coldness he so desperately wanted to keep on the way back
It shouldn't matter
Sooner or later he's gonna betray him anyway, probably at his weakest point...
But it still mattered though
Orochimaru was the longest person he pretended to serve, and it left a toll on him
He's never gonna be able to disassociate snakes from him, he's never gonna be able to eat another fish without thinking of the elongated neck biting into the river.
And he's never gonna be able to get rid of purple
That fucking color...
Now that he was back, after the mission to Kumo, where everything was more earth toned, the color of purple felt sickening
As if he was floating in one of the Sanin's indigo liquids, preserving his body for experiments, on the lab under his...
When the door opened, and he saw the pink short locks spread out on the table, lightly snoring, he almost felt like a breeze of fresh air has sneaked into the suffocating undergrounds
And it smelled like cherries
She was laying on an open book, a small amount of saliva dripping out between her lips
Kabuto should've thought she looked childish, and in a way she did
But she also looked different
For how long was he gone?
A week?
People don't change dramatically in a week!
Yet something has changed
He couldn't just stand there, starring at her though...
So he went to shower, and then to his room, for a well deserved sleep
Or so he thought...but unconsciousness was avoiding him that night
He was restless
His body feeling hot
His nose filled with the cherry smell
And his mind replaying some memories
Memories of seeing her in kimono
Cutting her hair
Seeing her body training...
The memory of her body flooded his senses...
His spread out arm found the strand of pink locks that he took from his nightstand
And he shoved it to his nose, breathing in as if only that scent would be the oxygen on this earth
His left hand, as if it would have a mind of it's own, traveled down to his underwear, and stroked the hard member there...
And he felt a shocking wave through his body
He did it again...
After the second one though, his hand, his fingers didn't seem enough
He pulled his other hand down as well with the soft pink hair
And that left him with a bigger shock
Those pieces of hair felt so soft
He couldn't stop
Not like he wanted to
He stroked again, the pinks forming a barrier between his penis and fingers, and again
At the same time his mind was...
Was thinking of her
Of the hair actually being her hand, and the small wetness at his tip being her saliva, finally not being wasted on the desk, but instead would be used to suck on him...
So he continued moving
And continued
Continued until he reached his peak, all his body shaking...and a pleasure so big he didn't think it would even be possible...
The locks were covered in his white cum
Yet their smell was still distinguishable...
In all accords he should've been feeling at least a little remorse over...
But he simply didn't feel any...
So he did it again...
And again
And again
Until morning was peaking through the time to him
And until the pink hair was cowered in so much cum, that it's smell was finally overtaken
But even then he didn't feel remorseful over...
Over the fact that he masturbated the first time in his life, all night, while thinking of Haruno Sakura