The Sannin Cells
Summary: What if the Sannin never split up? What if Orochimaru never turned bad? What if each of them took up a cell of children? What if one Sannin fell for their student…?
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
Chapter 6: Butterfly of Hell

Sighing, Koura gazed across the horizon from the rooftop. It was nearly noon. She was waiting, but she was also staring into a black puddle in front of her. She clicked her tongue. "I hope Oki-Chan's alright…She did help me, after all…I can't find her…" Suddenly, something flashed in the puddle and she watched Oki training, studying her carefully. She noticed that her shirt stuck to her back slightly and seemed to be somewhat damp. That was odd…Very odd. "Is she injured in the back…?" She asked herself.

Someone was suddenly beside her. Her friend, Tsuki, was waiting for her to disperse the puddle, which she did immediately. "Who are you watching?"

"Oki-Chan. I think she's injured."

"Really? That's rare…Her parents, do you think?"

"Let's trail her and see. If she doesn't go home, yes." They nodded to each other and proceeded to go to the training grounds.

Nobody noticed bright blue eyes watching them from the shadows; Orochimaru, Oki, Koura, Tsuki. A pair of deep violet eyes joined the blue. "It is nearly night. Then we'll be safe to go out of the shadows as there are more shadows at the night…" A deep baritone rang. "They're getting out of sight," a tenor informed. Blue eyes traveled to the group trailing Oki. "Right. Let's see how the Jekyo is doing…"

Jumping from their positions through the shadows, they made no noise.

Oki suddenly stopped. "Oro-Sensei, why are you following?" She asked him. Orochimaru stopped walking a few feet behind her. "I was wondering if something was wrong."

"Yeah, but don't concern yourself with it." She resumed walking without explaining and Orochimaru raised a slender eyebrow at her. He shrugged to himself and walked back to go to his house. "I suppose it isn't up to me, is it?"

Razi rolled her eyes. "So, is Oki just being a drama queen again?"

"You don't know what today is?" Kakasha asked as she waited for her ramen to cool. Razi raised an eyebrow at her. "What do you mean?"

"Today is the day that Oki's mother died. Or rather, was murdered—could I also get a bottle of sake?" She asked the man behind the counter. A small bottle was set un front of her and she sipped it. Razi stared at her. "What? Murdered? I never heard about that."

"That's because it wasn't released to the public. You see, there wasn't enough proof. Therefore, they couldn't tell everyone it was a murder. Oki was right there, but her father called her a liar and everyone believed her father as opposed to her. You see, the story was that she committed suicide. No, it was murder." She ate a bit of her ramen. "She was killed right in front of Oki-San," she informed in a mumble.

Razi felt that saying anything else would be far too rude or awkward. She stayed silent. Finally, she asked, "How do you know this?"

"…I have sources," was the vague reply.

Blue eyes glowed under the black hood as the sun completed its set. It was night. Hands covered in thick, black leather reached up and pulled down the hood, revealing his long, silvery white hair and pale skin that went right along with the blue eyes. A black choker fit around his neck and it held military rations pellets for when he needed them. He always kept a supply of them around. He moved discreetly, slipping one arm out of the sleeve of his black leather jacket to reveal a black skin-tight shirt with mesh trim. It contrasted with his almost-white skin and showed off his toned muscles. The sleeves went to the middle of his forearm.

Coiled around his shoulder was a spiked chain, placed loosely so that the only smooth parts were on his shoulder. He looked at his forearm, where bandages were wrapped to cover a black mark. The black pants that he wore ended at his ankles, where they were tightened with bandages and tucked into black boots. Unlike the normal ninja boots, the toes and heels were covered. He wore a standard weapon pouch on his hip and a black shuriken holster. Bandages tightened the pants so that it wouldn't chafe his sensitive skin. His black ninja headband was tied around his arm so that it was proudly displaying the leaf village logo.

He looked to a shadow. "Danveru," his low baritone said, "I know you're there." An older man came from the shadows. His hair was a dark grey and his eyes were a deep purple. He was grinning and his clothing was white with black bandages; the exact opposite of the albino across from him. "Raiju, why are you using my title? My name's Sado." Raiju, the albino, merely snorted at Sado. He started walking towards the memorial stone where he could watch Oki.

Throughout Konoha, a voice reached every ear, yet drawing no attention. It spoke words that nobody could possibly understand the depth of…yet. The voice didn't appear male nor female, just a quiet tune coming from the voice.

If you approach without a sound while drifting along a dry wind,
The shining blade like an arrow of fire rules death madly.
Shall we lead the desperately wandering spirits to the end?

Fluttering, fluttering.
The dancing shadows.
The pale, dark butterflies of hell.
Torn up wings without form,
They receive a beautiful death.
Lonely, gallant souls!

Keep this song above in mind. It will be very important later.

!-Derenti-!