Fan Fiction Name: Requiem for the Rokudaime

Chapter Name: Seeing What Others Don't: Kabuto

Info: As all in Konoha gather to pay respects to the Rokudaime Hokage as he takes his place on the Memorial Stone, some people take some time to remember his exploits and his quirks. The Rokudaime is not who you think! Rated T for general cursing.

Disclaimers: Well, I do not own any of Naruto, nor do I own the many characters of these fan fictions, save my own creations. It's sad, but all too true. How I wish I owned them….waaaaaahhhhh!

Requiem for the Rokudaime

Chapter 10

Here they all are. They are here to honor a man who had been a prodigy. He became a jounin when most kids his age were only academy students. He had the kekkai genkai of one of the most powerful clans in all of Konohagakure. He was one of the highest ranking ANBU, often commanding men almost twice his age. He was the man who ended the coup of Danzo. He became the second youngest Hokage ever. He died killing one of the most powerful ninja of the last twenty years. And now here he is, about to be buried and being pinned over in the thoughts and minds of all the people who came early to be alone with their thoughts.

And, as I look on at the precession as it stood now, there is something I need to say: This is so damn pathetic it's funny.

I see all these people here. Wee little Naruto-kun looks like he is about to begin crying. He had acted so tough at the main gates, even looking like he wanted to have a repeat of what had happened in his defense of Tsunade. That damn "Rasengan" of his hurt like hell. I remember saying, all those days ago, that I would pay you back in spades for hurting me so. Well, as I see the deliciously fragile looking Hyuuga girl right next to you, I see I could have my possibility to take out my little revenge. Maybe I can simply be psychological with her, scare her out of her wits and in the end let their own imaginations play at what I could have done to her. Of course, I could submit to my carnal urges…

Well, I do have plenty of time to plan this all out. It's only a matter of time. Now I can overlook all the other people, but first I just have to readjust my glasses. Damn things are always slipping.

Lemme see, lemme see. Ah, yes, the 36 double-d Hokage is looking a bit smug, like she had all the keys to this whole puzzle. Well, I'm a wild card your dumb ass never considered. Even with the anti-social ANBU you ordered to follow me lost my tracks. I never would have thought the fool would have fallen for a trick as simple as a henge. Damn fool was probably too concerned for his beloved little coloring book.

Note to self: Burn that thing and left the fool writhe.

Well, I know she is going to have to take back the mantle of Hokage, much like her own damn teacher. I hope I'm the one who ends her little reign, much like Orochimaru-sama ended his teachers' long, unfulfilled life. But, knowing that I am most likely to be the next Otokage, I think it'll be appropriate. Two Hokages lives ended by two of the Otokage.

Well, I can't think of myself that highly. At least, not yet. After all, Orochimaru fell victim to all of the seven deadly sins. It was pride that made Orochimaru spend far too many resources to bring back the Uchiha brat. It was sloth that delayed Orochimarus attack on Konoha even when Danzo attacked, because he was so consumed with finding the Uchiha kid. His lust and his greed stem from his ambition, his lust for power and his greed for the Sharingan. His gluttony was him engorging himself on the people of Otogakure for his own experiments. As for envy: he envied all who were able to stand against him and not fall. He envied them because they had skills that made them survive and, therefore, they had skills that he never had.

His wrath came out when told that the Sound Four lost the Uchiha. It was when he submitted to the last of the deadly sins and attacked Konoha. It was right then and there that my "unwavering loyalty" to the idiot snake master fell by the wayside. I know that Orochimaru was becoming more and more unpopular in Otogakure, and even if there was a rebellion Orochimaru would still continue on his idiotic plan for immortality. I mean, for a genius, how the hell could he think he could be immortal from learning jutsu? I think it's pretty idiotic.

Anywho, I know by now the idiot with the book has probably figured out that I wasn't where I was supposed to be.

When Orochimaru attacked Konoha, I decided to get away from him, but I needed an excuse. That teacher, the too-nice guy, gave me a way to get away from Orochimaru. He chased me…and chased me…and chased me. When he finally caught up to me (it had to be well within ten minutes or so) I told him I didn't want to fight. He stopped long enough for me to say that I was tired of Orochimarus idiotic ideas of mortality through jutsu. I was almost certain that I would have to stab Orochimaru through the back to kill him, but all of a sudden everything stopped. I turned , completely expecting to see your dumb ass impaled on the Kusanagi. But then I saw your hand, drenched in blood ran through Orochimarus stomach. I could instantly tell that the wound would have been near fatal to anyone other than Orochimaru. But then I saw something odd. The chakra powering your Raikiri was glowing an almost eerie purple rather than the normal bright blue.

I instantly knew what was going on. Not only had you molded your chakra in a different way, but your attack also pierced through an area in the chest of Orochimaru that is most unlike the rest of his body. It has much in common with the Kazekages back shoulder or that blond idiots' stomach. It was a place where a demon resided, one that, despite the use of a seal much different than either of those jinchuuruki, was what I believed to be the source of much of Orochimarus power and vanity. Of what I read of the Hachici, it as supposed to be extraordinarily vain and extremely powerful, only topped by the Kyuubi itself. In fact, the Hachibi was, from what Orochimaru told me, the very reason why the damnable fox cameo Konoha in the first place. Although I don't know much about Orochimarus past beyond his time as a genin, I know that he was a migrant from another area of the world at a very young age. I'm surprised no one noticed that the snake-like appearance could have possibly been a sign of the Hachibi. I wouldn't be too surprised if his teacher, and possibly Jiraiya or Tsunade (okay, I can effectively count out Jiraiya. That idiot couldn't pay attention to something like that if his life depended on it) knew about it. And, as an added plus, because of the very seal on Orochimaru, it easily transferred to another body, and Orochimarus consciousness drug along the Hachibi to the new body he inhabited.

Gotta love simplicity when it comes to body transfers.

I then turn to see the pink haired tramp. It's really pathetic now. She's crying like a whiny little brat, the whole time her eyes shifting from the stone to the Uchiha fool. That's another check on my list of revenge possibilities. The little pink bitch would be deliciously easy to break apart. But which would be better, more fun? Internal or external? Possibly both?

Now there is a loud sound behind me. Looks like the bastard found me well before I had hoped.

"I certainly hope you are here to give your respects," the voice from behind me called. I know exactly who it is. The bastard finally shows some emotion and it's in the form of sarcasm. To think he could have come so far. The bastard, with his now-angry eyes, eyes that would have shown no emotion in the years before, are glaring at me.

"You could say that…but then you'd be wrong," I shoot back, a superior smirk crossing my face. Man, was it fun to mess with that guy.

"It's time that you went on your way…four eyes."

Now I have to laugh. The idiot finally came up with one of his stupid nicknames for me, and it has to be one so ridiculous. Four eyes? Come on, he came up with "dickless" for the blonde idiot, and all he could do was "four eyes"? Now I really have to laugh. This is way too rich.

Uh-oh, maybe I was a little premature. I feel the gaze of numerous people, most of them from the people at the funeral just twenty feet behind me and ten feet below me. Now I feel some killer intent. Wonderful. I need my running feet.

In a flash, I'm of, with Sai right behind me. I know it will take a second to register the fact that the laugh came from me. After all, I did have some good cover, but the silver hair and glasses would definitely be a giveaway. I have to move fast. The book freak Sai is right behind me, and I definitely have to move fast. I mean, I need to get out of here…

Huh? I…I can't move! No! This isn't happening! What the hell is…?

Is this sand?

My blood turns to ice, even as the warm sand slowly wraps around my limbs, slowly tightening on my limbs and threatening to tear me apart limb from limb. I try to struggle, but there is a voice deep in my head that's telling me it's too late. I'm stuck. And I should have seen this coming. Of course the Kazekage, Sabaku no Gaara, would come to pay respects! Konoha and Suna were now allies, and the two had become so damn powerful that they would have both benefited by the mutual defense pact. Hell, I should have been abandoning my plan as soon as I found out that there were also Suna Nin hounding the retreating Oto Nins in addition to the ninjas Konoha sent after us!

"So, you have come to mock the ways of those you betrayed."

That voice was so cold. Only one person could have a voice like that. I turn my head to the left and stare into two green orbs that may as well have been pit to hell. The red hair. The gourd. The symbol on his forehead.

I am so screwed.

"I may be a redeemed man, thanks in no part to you, so instead of killing you…," Gaara had said. I'm not sure if he said more right then or was dramatically pausing, but then the sand tightened on my left arm and right leg. I could only scream pitifully as the two limbs were twisted and contorted in ways that were so painful to me that I couldn't do anything else.

"…I'm going to cripple you. Go now. There is no more…love…for you here."

Oh, rich. Just how in the hell am I gonna manage that? I can only look at my horribly twisted left arm and feel the numerous breaks in my right leg. I can't respond to the red-headed terror that seemed to have been watching me the whole damn time, even when I was looking down on the ones I had labeled as pathetic.

Maybe it's me that's so pathetic.

END

A/N: Well, Here is Kabutos chapter again! I'll reload my thoughts and theories on Naruto again with the last chapter.

Toodles!