死人に口なし (Shinin ni kuchinashi)

A Japanese phrase meaning : no words to the dead / dead men tell no tales

trigger warning*

-mention of child abuse

-bad language

This is a darker story then most so please read at your own risk. Your mental health is far more important. If anything later on in this story truly upsets you please support one another in the comments and I will try my best to reply as well with support and reassurance

I do not own Naruto


Danzo had spent the morning destroying everything he could get his hand on in Orochimaru's laboratory. Ignoring Orochimaru's mumbles about repaying and replacing all of his supplies, poisons, and halfway done experiments. Danzo's hand dripped crimsons as he threw glass vial after vial against the walls and floor. The pain didn't bother him, didn't even register, but the failure of his and Orochimaru's child test subjects did.

How could so many orphans be so useless to their goal? How could he have thought civilian born children would be anything but weak? For the past five years Danzo and Orochimaru had manipulated or kidnapped every single civilian born child in Konoha's orphanage to be led to Orochimaru's lab to be included in their research and experiments. Not one had survived. The longest surviving orphan had died this morning, only two weeks. Two pathetic weeks.

Danzo was growing impatient. It was taking too long for him to reach his goal. He needed to find the perfect orphan candidate to become his child soldier and surviving experiment. He would not subject himself to join the experiments without knowing the risks, side effects, or even if he could survive them. He would move onto shinobi children if he had to, it would be more tedious and insufferable to pull off. Nonetheless, worthwhile. He would do everything in his power to succeed, failure was never an option.

He had put too much work into brainwashing the elders and hokage. Too much effort into manipulating the Uchiha clan into believing a Coup d'etat was necessary and beneficial to the safety of their clan's success. As well as far too many sleepless nights spent with the vile snake, Orochimaru, conducting failed experiments year after year.

He smashed the last beaker of unknown liquid on the counter with his bare fist, leaving a halo of blood splatter onto the table and the front of his robes. He stayed silent but his chest heaving as if breathing faster would somehow reveal the answer to him. Usually emotionless and controlled eyes turned wild as they met Orochimaru's.

Orochimaru backed away calmly, "That poison you just barbarically smashed doesn't have a current known antidote."

Orochimaru paused, letting his words passing more like a hiss from his lips sink into the ROOT leader's mind. "Kabuto should be able to create an antidote before it is too permanent, should you visit him now. Although…" He dragged out the last silabel making his hiss more apparent.

Danzo had lost the last of his patience for the time being, if this snake was to plague him much longer it would definitely be his last words. Orochumaru's eyes twinkled with homicidal glee. Oh, how he truly loved seeing when people finally broke, it tasted better than blood.

Orochimaru continued, not wanting to face Danzo's wrath quite yet, "Kabuto won't be happy to see what you have done to all his hard work that he has spent years acquiring. Nonetheless, he is loyal to me. Kabuto knows to listen and do what I please."

Danzo wiped the blood running down and dripping off of his finger tips onto his already soiled robes and left to Kabuto's quarters. He shifted his head to the side, not bothering to look back at Orochimaru to speak.

"Just find a new orphan. One that preferably will survive this time." he paused, taking a deep breath to control his urge of killing intent, "or else the next person on the experiment table will surely be you."

If Danzo had stayed in the room a second longer, he would have seen the growing smile spread across Orochimaru's face. Orochimaru was one of the three legendary sannin, he would not be threatened. Although, allowing Danzo to think he had control before ripping it from his hand seemed much more satisfactory. He could taste Danzo's blood and lifeforce on his tongue, dancing down his throat to coat his insides. It tasted sweeter with every threat Danzo spewed.

Yes, he mulled over in his head, he would find an orphan. One that he would no doubtably use to end Danzo. Orochimaru would steal the helpless childs loyalty right under Danzo's single eye. Would make the child survive his experiments, thrive, becoming the fulfillment of his dream. Orochimaru would use Danzo's own idea to be the death of him. That was the difference between Danzo and Orochimaru. While Danzo was inevitably inpatient and valued control more than anything. Orochimaru could wait years for his plans to be taken into action, could curl into himself biting his own tail if there was a promise of success. He even had years to be patient for his next plan to ripple into effect. Now he wondered if he could combine his two plans to both work together for his success.

Yesss, he hissed. This would eventually work out perfectly for him.


Orochimaru loved the details involved with performing the transformation technique. Although he felt more comfortable using his eight branches technique, turning himself into his true form of a giant serpent. He would admit to himself that using a more simple approach of assuming the appearance of a woman would get him into Konoha's gates with much less hassle and trouble from Konoha residents.

Using the transformation technique he adorned himself with the physical features and attributes of a younger woman. With this in place he sauntered his way up to the front gates of Konoha, looking ahead to see how many people would be there to notice his arrival. Dusk started to kiss the sky as the night's cool breeze made stray leaves dance at his feet. Resulting in very few people walking about, most of Konaha's residents were already home for the night. Pleased with this, Orochimaru in his disguise walked through the gate, into the unsuspecting village.

Inwardly muttering how laughable and pathetic their security truly was.

Two gatekeepers whistled, pulling Orochimaru's attention to them. He remembers, when Kabuto had come here to report back to him the new layout of the village since he had left years ago, had mentioned their names. He mulled over his thoughts, bringing the memory back to his tongue.

"Izumo san, Kotetsu san, How pleased am I to see you awake and effectively doing your duties." Orochimaru said ironically, if only they knew they were in fact failing by allowing him to even pass through the gates.

Izumo smirked and leaned onto the wooden beam beside him, crossing his arms over his chest, "I may not know every civilian's name in Konoha, but if you tell me yours now I'm sure not to forget again."

Orochimaru let a small giggle escape his lips, playing his part. Kotetsu stiffened besides Izumo and narrowed his eyes at Orochimaru.

"Identification." He all but muttered harshly.

Orochimaru did not have time for this, did not hold patience for nugatory and pointless exchanges. In his transformation, looking like a woman wandering Konoha alone at night would surely get the attention of the Hokage's ANBU. That would prove more tedious than effective.

Orochimaru unleashed his killing intent towards the two men, releasing it with savagery. Orichimaru had been holding his evil intent back since he stepped foot into Konoha, this place had held him back for far too many years. He would repay them soon enough.

He finally turned his gaze towards Izumo and Kotetsu, trying and failing to hold back his bloodthirsty grin when he witnessed the two men frozen, unable to move under the effect of his killing desire. Paralysing them with fear. He knew his killing intent had ensued Izumo and Kotetsu with having visions of their own gruesome deaths. The power being as potent as a genjutsu, Izumo and Kotetsu both dropped to the dirt unable to process the trauma in mere seconds. Orochimaru knew they'd be too incoherent to be aware in time to stop him. They would most likely be taken to the hospital in the morning, woken up and not remembering a thing.

Orochimaru didn't spare them a second glance as he walked further into the village, heading straight towards the civilian compounds. They wouldn't be educated enough to know if he was a shinobi or not, and couldn't sense chakra.

He had come upon the outskirts of the civilian sector, too run down and not cared for enough to have any ANBU lurking in the shadows. The crime in this area always had the Hokage turning a blind eye, civilian lives weren't worth the extra time that would result in ANBU's salary increases.

What a perfect hunting ground, a personal neverland filled with little lost boys.

Orochimaru was brought back to the present by a shove and the instant repulsive smell of bourbon and vomit. Hiding a grimace under a hoax expression of concern. His gaze narrowed toward the excessively drunk man gripping his shirt as if it was a lifeline.

"I-in my way... M-ove. Now." The man garbled, now gripping Orochimaru's arm trying to keep himself upright.

Orochimaru, trying his best to keep up the act and not to cause unwanted attention, grabbed the man's shoulders and steered him to standing straight, meeting his eyes. The drunken man's eyes grew wide and his tongue fumbled over his chapped lips.

"Pretty ladies..shouldn't b-be walkin alone..d-dangerous." he hiccuped with every breath as he spoke.

Orochimaru didn't want to cause a scene, he needed to get this man out of the main street, away from unwanted eyes. Dead or alive. "Are you trying to warn or threaten me, mr? I'm sorry I don't believe I know your name." Orochimaru tried to keep his voice sounding as innocent as possible, by the looks at how drunk this man was he wasn't sure if he'd realize anyway.

"Kizashi Haruno san," the drunken man answered, "You could always come home wit me, I'll sshurely make it w-worth your while."

Orochimaru could barely understand his drunken slurs, all for the better, the drunker Haruno san was, would make it easier to dispose of him. "Surely Haruno san, you're not asking me to share your bed," Orochimaru let his hands cover his mouth in a fraudulent expression of surprise, to hide his cruel smirk.

This was becoming far too easy to be enjoyable. He liked to chase his prey. The practice of acting and seeing if this man could lead him to his objective while being too drunk to remember was far too tantalizing to pass up.

"Spending the night with a man before even having dinner first is far too unseemly for a young lady such as myself."

"All w-women are meant for is to keep the bed-d warm! Bitches like you n-need to learn your place u-under a man. You all the same, even m-my dam wife had to die while giving birth to that god-awful monster. I sh-should have k-killed it when I knew it came out a useless female, s-save me a-alot of trouble. Useles-ss , as if i-i would care for some-thing that-remindss me of her-r." Kizashi drunkenly ranted.

Kizashi reached to grab for Orochimaru. He continuously missed after a couple of reaches and slowly became red in the face, drunken rage rising as he lost more control of his body functions due to his intoxication.

Kizashi continued his drunk rant after a few more failed attempts to reach for the 'woman' in front of him. "Killed my wife! That-that monster! I don't even recall ever feeding the l-little shit. Hope it dies in the n-night to save me the trouble. I've beat it s-soo many times it don't even cry no more." Kizashi finished with a deep cackle that left him gasping for air and stumbling to the side.

Orochimaru reached out his transformed dainty hand to lightly grab Kizashi's arm to stabilize him.

Then decided he needed to see this child with his own yellow eyes, see if it was worthy of his abuse. No one would notice this baby was missing.

Orochimaru's interest came to a peak, a motherless newborn? With an abusive father, this was an almost too obvious solution. The soon to be orphan had already killed their own mother in childbirth, had already taken a life without consciously meaning to. It would be the first of many. Orochimaru saw it as a sign, this baby was a born killer. He knew how to harvest that intent and make the child into his prodigy. A child that came out of killing, he would make sure the baby would continue that legacy life had unknowingly blessed it with.

A few people were walking past them, curious eyes glancing at Orochimaru's hendge as they passed by. Orochimaru decided he needed to speed this up.

"Monster? Oh, you poor man," Orochimaru made sure his voice travelled with a sweetness even a drunk man could interpret, "How could I let you go home alone knowing you have no one to help you?"

Orochimaru slithered closer to the man still wheedling a hand up and down his arm, allowing his fingers to dance against the tattered shirt sleeve Kizashi wore. Kizashi's eyes grew wide as his ignorant mind seemed to understand the hidden meaning of Orochimaru's gesture.

Orochimaru allowed his tight lips to form into a sadistic smirk. Kizashi's drunk eyes saw it as an invitation and not for the lethal promise it truly was.

"It wouldn't feel right to allow you to sleep in a big bed all alone. Maybe I can reconsider your offer, just this once. It's truly the least I can do, knowing you're alone every night with a helpless baby. You must be so lonely without a wife to keep you warm at night." Orochimaru whispered huskily as Kizashi finally controlled his twitchy hands to hastily pull Orochimaru into him, not caring how aggressively his hands wandered.

Orochimaru allowed his stiffness to soften as the hands of a drunk Kizashi wandered over his figure. He had to remind himself not to release any killing intent towards the disgusting man. Orochimaru couldn't alert ANBU or anyone else in the area.

As Kizashi opened his mouth to reply Orochimaru hid his grimace towards the foul smell that seethed off of Kizashi, by hiding his face with his long hair. Orochimaru looked up, controlling his expression and allowed a seductive look to reach Kizashi's eyes.

Regaining his composure Kizashi cleared his throat and swallowed, trying to wet the dryness that extended down his throat. He couldn't remember the last time he didn't have to drug and force a woman to his bed to satisfy his urges.

"Ever since m-my w-wife died in child-db-birth, I haven't been able to sleep th-through the night... Come home with me, allow m-me to-to forget for one night." Kizashi could barely get the few sentences out past his lips without slurring but managed to make himself understandably audible.

A twinkle in Orochimaru's eye gave Kizashi the appearance of acceptance. "You w-won't regret a thing…" Kizashi added.

As Kizashi whispered in Orochimaru's ear, Orochimaru noticed the lightness of his breath, the unevenness. If he let this drunkard stumble home alone, Kizashi would end up dead choking on his own vomit or Alcohol poisoning. Orochimaru had to get this over with as soon as possible, before Kizashi ended up too drunk to lead him to his home, and his helpless newborn.

"Lead the way Haruno san," Orochimaru whispered in Kizashi's ear in return.

Kizashi didn't budge and looked at Orochimaru like a wounded animal, "The alley seems empty enough-gh. W-why k-keep you waiting.."

Kizashi's words began to slur more as the moments passed. Orochimaru held down his killing intent, again. Orochimaru knew how basterds worked, he knew exactly how to persuade such an odious man like Kizashi.

"If we want this to last all night shant we retreat to your abode? I wouldn't want to be interrupted by other men wanting to share me with you. Would you?" Orochimaru licked his lips as he saw the gears slowly churn through Kizashi's head.

Without wasting breath on replying Kizashi grabbed Orochimaru's hand and began to slug his way towards his home. Sighing loudly in annoyance. Tripping every few steps and looking back each time to make sure Orochimaru was indeed following him. Even in his drunken haze he couldn't believe a beautiful and willing woman was actually accepting trudging home to his bed, without being drugged or blackmailed. He squeezed his hand that was holding Orochimaru's a few times, making sure this wasn't a drunk hallucination.

Orochimaru followed Haruno stager his way home, looking around as he was being led deeper and deeper into the outskirts of the civilian compounds. Orochimaru saw a rat scurry towards Kizashi's staggering feet, but once it noticed Orochimaru it let out a shrill screech and rushed away. Rats attracting rats, interesting, he thought.

He wondered how Konoha allowed people like Kizashi Haruno to walk freely through the city, doing as he pleased without consequences. Had Danzo really gotten so much control in Konoha's politics that the city was declining at such a steep rate?

The only Police was owned and run by the Uchiha clan, who were heavily judged and ostracised for their power, resulting in the Uchiha police force to only guard and control within the Uchiha compound. While ANBU was slowly being manipulated and controlled by Danzo, who had the Hokage wrapped around his finger. Danzo was the snake on the hokage's shoulder, whispering poison into his ears, blackmailing the most powerful man in the village to do his bidding.

Kizashi stops abruptly in front of a rundown shack, it looks older than the first Hokage, and Orochimaru doubts it even has running water. Kizashi belligerently grabs Orochimaru by the back of his neck and kicks his door wide open, making it squeak on its hinges. Throwing Orochimaru inside he turns to shut the door, ignoring how the broken door no longer stayed fully closed.

The rotten smell engulfs Orochiramru like an un-welcomed blanket on his senses. It reminds him of his obscure cave that he and Kabuto turned into their lab of operations. Although this rotten smell appeared from months of negligence, not the natural odor of the deep earth. Orochimaru refused to look around, he knew the smell of week old vomit, and didn't care to add the sight to his memories.

Orochimaru does notice that there is no sound of a baby crying. Kizashi turns his attention back to the 'woman' in his rundown haunted house.

"The little bitch won't b-bother us while we a-are b-busy. That piece of s-shit, useless-ss excuse of an offspring…. I-I beat her so hard she won't wake up for a couple days." Kizashi slurs.

Orochimaru finally allows his eyes to wander the house, trying to find a clue of where the baby could be. All he sees are empty bottles and trash, vomit, and broken furniture. No picture frames, no pots or pans, and definitely no remnants of a child. The wooden beams above him have rotted, barely holding the house together. As he takes a closer look he notices termites can be seen scurrying around having a feast on the rotted wood.

Kizashi notices Orochimaru's wandering eyes and assumes the 'woman' disbelieves his comment of his baby staying quiet, "W-what you don't believe me? I left the little shit in the b-back of the house so I don't got to be r-reminded it exists ev-very morning….on my w-way to the bar."

Kizashi takes a shaky step forward towards Orochimaru, barely mistepping a rat that has scurried past his feet. He continues as his words become more inaudible, "She won't h-hear a thaang sugar, can't say the same for the neighbors." He tries to wink, ending up scrunching the whole right side of his face in the effort.

Orochimaru allows himself to giggle like a schoolgirl and take a small half step backwards, away from Kizashi.

To subdue Kizashi's staggering steps forward, orochimaru takes the opportunity to kickstart his plan. He needs to inconspicuously check out the baby, and put an end to this miserable fathers existence.

Orochimaru reaches into his shirt, giving off the appearance he is fondling himself. Seducing a drunk man would always be cheap shot, easy and predictable. Kizashi's eyes lower to half mass as he watches Orochimaru 'touch himself'. Orochimaru slipped his forefinger down inside his belt and dips his finger into the poison he had hidden there earlier.

This was one of his favorite poisons Kabuto had created for him. One drop could kill five adult men in less than five minutes. Orochimaru carefully slips his hand out of his shirt. Kizashi grows impatient, closes the space between them and slams Orochimaru against the hallway wall.

"Can't wa-wait to see what you're h-hidding under these clothes. Teasing m-me won't end well f-for you." His words come out breathless, haggered.

Kizashi leans down to force their lips to meet.

But before Kizashi can succeed with his action, Orochimaru takes his poison dipped finger and presses it against Kizashi's lips in a shushing motion, "I like my men quiet in the bedroom."

"W-why you bitch-" Kizashi is cut off from a tirade of insults by Orochimaru effortlessly sliding the same index finger past Kizashi's lips into his mouth. Beguiling the action as seduction, allowing Kizashi to willingly lick and swallow the poison right off of Orochimaru's finger.

Orochimaru uses the moment of distraction to slip past Kizashi and deeper into the hallway, "Come and catch me." he giggles and taunts, "Is your bedroom this way?"

In response Kizashi slaps Orochimaru's ass as hard as he can as he pushes them deeper into the hallway. Orocmaru looks away and sticks out his tongue to lick the rim of his lips to hold back from killing the man with his bare hands.

Sauntering ahead of Kizashi he notices there are only two doors in the hallway. One towards his right and the other at the very end of the hall. The broken and flickering light above him allows an ominous shadow to hide the door at the end of the hall. As if the door itself is wishing to disappear from existence and hide the remindents within it away from reality.

Orochimaru hears a loud thud behind him. He turns to see Kizashi laying on the floor of the hallway, dead.

Less than five minutes, Orochimaru hums to himself. How efficient. He turns back towards the door at the end of the hallway. Leaving dead Kizashi Haruno behind him.

Before Orochimaru even takes another step he feels immense chakra flowing past the door at the end of the hall. It feels more like the capacity of an adults chakra, let alone a baby. He was instantly captivated with curiosity. The perfectly controlled chakra pulses through him. It lures him closer like a moth to flames.

Orochimaru slowly creaks open the door, careful not to tear it off its hinges and looks in to reveal an empty closet. His eyes widen in interest, it was impractical for him to assume the hated baby would get anything else.

The baby lay on an empty shelf without a blanket, green eyes gazing up at him, which stood out against the blue and purple bruises surrounding her eyes.

Orochimaru leans in and looks down at the child, "No crying? Aren't you a little bit frightened in my presence?" he asks rhetorically.


Notes

-A hanko/inkan : a carved stamp that can be used in any situation for a person's signature. Used as a signature or initials(personalized per person)

-San : Mr. Mrs. Miss

-Sama: respectful way to address someone of higher rank, status or someone you admire

-Orochimaru has already deflected/escaped the village when his experiments are discovered, becoming a missing nin

-this will be a darker Sakura centered fic, but it will not start off having Sakura in every chapter . I love character development and she is just a baby right now . All my Sakura lovers hold on tight , this is just the beginning, it's going to be a bumpy ride . For everyone else I will have many moments of other characters, they are just as important to the story

-please leave any questions , concerns , or constructive criticism in the comments . This is my first story and I need all the help I can get. thank you