"Come now, Sasuke-kun. Did you really expect me to welcome you with open arms?" Orochimaru's voice mocked the blind-folded young man, whose head protruded from the large barrel.
"You snake... I'll get free and I'll kill you."
"Ku ku ku ku ku... now, now... temper temper. Yes, I'm strong. But did you know that I refused to fight your brother in the past because it would have been a fight that had no pay off," The snake summoner sighed as he stretched in his chair.
"And really... I do want the Uchiha sharingen eyes, that is true. But what most people don't consider is this..." Orochimaru's voice dropped down to a conspiratory tone of voice. "I've mastered thousands of jutsu, created hundreds more. Mastered the arts of sealing, summoning, and genjutsu."
"And yet... no one ever thinks to ask me what I do it for," the hissing voice was low and amused. "I quest for all the jutsu in the world... and for that I have mastered a form of immortality. Your. children. will. become. my. future. hosts. That will be your contribution to my eternal quest. Nothing more."
"Mmmh... where's that anger now? That cold fury? Are you that suprised? Did you honestly think I would trust a murderous traitor? Welcome him into my bosum with jutsu in hand as gifts? Don't be silly."