Orochimaru rather enjoyed the technology of the new world. If sensei hadn't wanted him to delve into the mysteries of dojutsu, he should have given him alternate means to achieve the same effects. Means which this reality quite willingly provided in the form of technological lovelies beyond measure. Also, funds. Securing funding had been an absolute nightmare until he had acquired enough seniority, but as the head of his hidden not-village, he was financially solvent, to say the least.

An abundance of resources meant he could take the time to browse for more lovelies. A slow motion camera this time, maybe? It was almost a shame that there weren't any ninjutsu users out there that he could steal from.

As he paid for his purchase and tucked it safely away, the door shattered. How convenient. His shopping was done, so his day was not particularly disrupted. It would be a matter of moments for him to subdue the child, and the attacker was a child, with little sense of strategy, clearly so, choosing to engage in destruction that could be easily seen from the streets. Even now a hero would be heading here to cause even more property damage in the process of subduing the "villain".

"Give us your money!" Hissed the cactus, in a curious, two toned voice. Orochimaru sighed. The shop was a perennial favorite, with excellent customer service and a wide, often-updated selection of goods to choose from, and he would not like it being closed. Nor would many others, the teenager who manned the till relied on his part-time job to keep himself fed, for one.

"Are you hungry?" He opened with a simple non-sequitur.

"No!" But the answer turned up into a question at the end.

"Thirsty? Cold? Hot? How are you?"

"….yes." It was a quiet whisper, but the child recovered admirably and growled "Why do you care?"

"I care." He said patiently, "Because there should be a reason why you are here, risking capture and arrest, when you should be elsewhere. I care, because you should not need to obtain money in this fashion. I care, because I wish to help."

"Help?" The child laughed, "Help?"

And there was a splatter, as a hole was ripped in their skin to release a coil of water. "Help? Look at us."

"I looked," He replied gently, "so what am I supposed to be seeing?"

"Us!" they snarled, "Not human. Freaks! Abominations belong in a circus, they shouldn't have been born. Useless things who have to be fed twice and need special clothing and cost too much money to keep!"

"I don't see a monster, let alone two." He pointed out reasonably. "I see children. Brave, capable children who aren't at all worthless."

"Liar!" They screamed, and the cactus grew countless sharp thorns that were flung at him by the water. He snatched them out of the air, but the second volley necessitated him to block with his body to prevent them from hitting anything else. His body's healing pushed the spikes out, where they joined the rest in his bag (samples!) but his clothes were a total loss.

"I still don't see any monsters."

"Still?" The two--conjoined twins, each with a different quirk?

"Still." He answered. "My name is Orochimaru. What are yours?"

"Tane. Suiso. Saibaisho."

"A pleasure, Tane, Suiso. Would you like to come with me? I welcome you."

"Yes."

And now was the time for the other window to break.

The Snake Sannin turned to face the late-coming hero. "And what," He asked acerbically, "are you here for?"

"Step aside sir, that's a villain."

"I most certainly don't realize it." He raised an eyebrow, "How are these two lovely youths felons, pray tell? They are vandals at the most, but I've been reliably informed that we all go through that phase in our youth."

The hero spluttered. "They committed public Quirk use and assault!"

"Really."

"You can't be serious! You're wounded, of course they committed assault!"

Orochimaru examined the tears on his sleeves. "I am experimenting with teenage 'fashion'. This, I believe, is called 'stressing', or 'tearing'. Do you think it fits?"

Still sputtering, the hero protested.

"I take that you agree with me then? Do give me your affirmation in writing, I need the proof for the newest batch of interns. No? Then off with you, and pay for those windows. Having a hero license does not excuse you from acting in accordance with common sense. Learn to come in through the door like a normal person, young man."

Turning to the cashier, he smiled warmly, "Bill me for the damages, Hana-chan. And thank you for the help."

"It was no trouble, Orochimaru-san," She looked down, "I heard what Tane and Suiso said, and I thought, what if it was me? They don't deserve jail."

"Thank you. You are kind. Kinder than the world." the two whispered.

Hana waved shyly. "Good luck then, Tane, Suiso. I hope we meet again."

The man flagged a taxi to take him and the conjoined twins home.

Nono opened the door of their apartment. "Welcome." She said, stepping aside to let them in. "This is Oto. You are no longer soundless, for we hear you, and listen."