Thank you all so much for reviewing last time! Baby pandas have been saved! You guys get me so pumped to write, so I told myself to sit my ass down, forget about this oneshot I was obsessing over, and get this chapter up! It was so hard to come up with a one-word chapter title for this. And somehow the word "Unfolds" came to mind so I'm like... "Yeah, I'll use it o.o!"
Warning: There is no fluff in this! It's dark, focuses on Orochimaru (hopefully he's not OOC :C) , and will lead into an arc of pain, betrayal, tainted romance (8D), and chaos! Mwahahahaha!
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Chapter Fifteen: Unfolds
"I can see the world turning to ash in front of my eyes. When everyone loses hope, that's when I'll step in my rightful place as supreme ruler." – Orochimaru, age undefined.
Orochimaru leaned back against the headboard, eyes closed in pleasure as his willing servant serviced him with that oh-so-talented mouth of his. A teasing, but hard, suck at the tip. Then, a devilish pink tongue would slip out to lick the slit and tease it until there were beads of pre-cum dripping from the head. And finally, his servant would completely consume his pulsing organ in that hot, little, mouth he loved so much. It was such a turn on, really, to use people. To have people submit to your will. To have them call you 'Master'. Just knowing he had such power over his rebels, over this man that was pleasuring him so, made Orochimaru shiver in pure ecstasy.
However, there was one little bird that eluded his control entirely. The thought of having Sasuke Uchiha, his star pupil, made a cold fury settle in his veins. He gripped onto Kabuto's hair and forced his head away as he came hard; his essence staining the silver-haired man's face. Golden eyes that were smudged by lust were now tainted by a dark anger. Sasuke Uchiha. The one and only person to have ever escape his dominance. It was not possible! It could not be possible. Sasuke Uchiha was his! He had staked a claim over the boy ever since he had first heard about him through the Underground Network—a collection of information networks that deal with rumors, gossips, and so on.
He had him to. The boy was putty in his hands, almost molded into the perfect puppet. Then someone had to come along and smash his forming clay doll into pieces. Orochimaru bit down on his lower lip, half out of the rather painful bite Kabuto had given him on his inner thigh, and the other half from his annoyance over the situation in general. In his mind, his plan was set up as a chessboard. The chessboard was the metaphor for the two countries: Soleil and the Luna Empire. The pawns were his rebels he had swayed to join him with a promise of a country they could rule (idiots, not realizing that Orochimaru had no intention of sharing the power with anyone other than his pupil). The black knights would be Kabuto and Sasuke (if Sasuke were still here). Bishops and rooks; four people he had appointed on the council to keep tabs on what happened to his little bird and how his mission was going. And finally the King and Queen—King Fugaku and Queen Mikoto. Though the King and Queen weren't truly on his side, they respected him for his power and legacy, and that was enough to control them.
His chess pieces were all perfectly laid out on the board. He knew where to move them. Though it seemed as if the white pieces would just throw more and more trouble his way.
'The Jinchuuriki Prince.' the man scowled deeply, the once pleasurable euphoria that was buzzing through his veins was now tainted with distaste of a perfectly good plan becoming undone at the seams. Yes, he knew that Sasuke and the Jinchuuriki Prince would come into contact with one another. He was the overseer of the mission being assigned to Sasuke, after all. However, Orochimaru did not expect the factor that the two would have grown so... close. That unwanted variable had thrown his plans haywire. He needed Sasuke if he wanted his goals to be complete. Yes, the Jinchuuriki Prince was powerful, but only because of the beast locked inside of him. The only use Orochimaru would have had for him would be the demon—and that phase of the plan did not need to be activated yet.
Orochimaru was a man that liked order. He liked seeing his schemes bloom into what he had aspired them to be. To see what he had worked for for eight years easily get chopped down by something so petty as feelings made his stomach churn.
"My lord," Kabuto whispered huskily, his finger trailing up and down his master's taut and pale stomach. "you seem rather... disinterested tonight."
The man turned his golden eyes towards his loyal servant—the boy that had been with him since the beginning, and smirked. Kabuto's eyes were shining with disappointment along with a gleam of lust that never faded. And, oh my, the way he was rubbing his cock against his master's outer thigh...
Orochimaru grinned wickedly and in one foul swoop he had his little Kabuto in his lap, grinding their hips together to create beautiful friction.
"You'll just have to fix that, won't you, Kabuto?" he purred, flicking his abnormally long, pink tongue out to prod the man's ear.
Kabuto gasped, head thrown back as the wonderful pleasure from the friction overrode his senses.
"Y-Yes... My lord."
+Eclipse+
The next evening afterwords Orochimaru was rather pleased, to say the least. He was sitting in his study reviewing some ancient texts in the hopes he could dig up a rather old spell from the Ancient World—where magic flourished and technology was just a myth. So far he had come up with nothing, but he had a premonition that if he kept searching through this particular book... he'd find it.
A knock on the door brought the man out of his thoughts, and he was ready to rip out the vocal chords of whoever was foolish enough to try to disturb his studying. To his surprise—though he didn't show it—one of his spies on the council, Zetsu, entered.
"My lord." he said briskly, bowing slightly before standing up to address his master.
Orochimaru lifted his gaze slightly, taking the few seconds to read the man's painted face. When he found absolutely nothing to discern what this man needed, he turned his attention back to his book.
"Yes? What is it that you want?"
"You know. The usual; I want revenge." the clucking of teeth signaled Zetsu that Orochimaru wasn't in the mood for his sarcasm tonight; pity. "Fine then. Seriously speaking I would like to know when you'll be putting this so-called plan of yours into action. It has already been eight years since they have met, my lord. I think it would be wise if we attacked now."
Orochimaru lifted his gaze, but didn't close the book he was reading, showing that he was only partially interested in what the man had to say. "You think so, Zetsu?"
The man didn't falter. "Yes."
"And do you think that in our current state we would become successful?"
"Of course, my lord!" Zetsu exclaimed. "Our army is powerful. You, my lord, hold the power of both New and Ancient magic. We could over throw the Luna Empire in a matter of minutes! And then invade Soleil completely in two weeks!"
"True," Orochimaru replied plainly and dropped his eyes back onto the text. He flipped to the next page. "But foolish. Horribly foolish."
Zetsu clenched his jaw tightly, holding back every foul word he wanted to throw at the man. He was snappy, and normally didn't care how careless he was with his words around others, but when he used his lack of tact around Orochimaru it normally ended up with him in severe pain. So he kept whatever crass comments he had safely stored in his head.
"How so?"
"Because, my dear servant," the man exhaled through his nose sharply and flipped to the next page, annoyance marred on his face. "We can not move until I've required the last piece of the puzzle."
Zetsu shook his head slowly and shot his master a look. "You have been searching for that spell for years! Both the Ancient and the New text have not revealed anything of such forbidden magic! That sort of thing has been wiped off the face of the Earth for centuries."
Golden eyes examined his irritating servant, boredom obviously evident in those pools. "I would advise you not to snap at me, Zetsu. I can never truly trust my temper, and you are testing it heavily at the moment. I know that such magic has been 'wiped', as you say, from the texts, but do you truly think that people would be foolish enough to throw it away forever? No, my boy, they are not. The magic is still there. The rules, guidelines, and tricks to practice it are still there. It is just that no one knows of it, yet." he dropped his gaze back to the book, eyes scanning over words—looking for clues.
And then, as if by a stroke of fate, he found the key.
"Zetsu, come here." Orochimaru commanded.
Zetsu was standing by his side immediately. "Hm? What is it, my lord?"
Orochimaru placed a slim finger towards the picture of interest. He watched as Zetsu's eyes widened considerably, before narrowing at him in suspicion.
"What is this supposed to be?" he asked quietly.
Orochimaru grinned slyly and read the caption below the picture. "The Plains of Aura. A place hidden from humans for thousands of years. It is said to be a myth passed through the throng of hopeful people. But to others... the place is very real."
"I have heard nothing about this place." Zetsu answered truthfully as he leaned in for a better look. The picture in the book looked as if someone had actually gone there and snapped a painted it from being there. There were luscious green hills tinted with a light blue in the background. A light mist covered the rounded tips of every hill. It seemed as if they formed a semi-circle around the area. The sky was a haze of purple painted with swirls that looked as if someone had drew them there themselves. Zetsu shook his head wildly, a visible frown scarred on his face.
"This place looks like a fantasy world. It couldn't possibly exist."
"Ah, but it does..." there it was again, that sly grin that showed Zetsu how much Orochimaru knew but wasn't going to share. "Now I am glad that you invaded my study, for I can send you on a mission." Orochimaru cocked his head to the side and rested his chin in the palm of his hand. "Hopefully you'll accept, won't you?"
Zetsu would have been a fool to say no.
+Eclipse+
A few weeks later, Orochimaru found his men sitting around a huge table playing some form of poker. They were all idiots to him, but they got their jobs done and he needed the pawns if he ever wanted his plan to be complete. Kabuto was rightly by his side, but his left side felt oddly cold because a certain bird wasn't there. But all in due time, Orochimaru thought. Right now, he was more focused on putting the next phase into action.
"You're looking rather enthusiastic tonight." Kabuto pointed out smoothly, watching how his master's lips curled upwards ever-so-slightly.
"But of course. After all," he inhaled deeply, taking in the different scents and auras wafting through the air. When he exhaled, a pleasant hum escaped his lips. "bloodlust was always a turn on."
Kabuto chuckled, pushing his sliding glasses up the bridge of his nose. "The scent is quite intoxicating. And you've been holding those men back for a few years now... I'm going to guess that Zetsu has come back from his trip successful."
"What would make you think that?" the man cocked a perfectly trimmed eyebrow.
Kabuto simply shrugged and placed his hands behind his back. "A simple guess. That, and your aura practically screams how pleased you are right now."
Orochimaru hummed once more, a sick twinkle glittering in his eyes. "You always had that annoying habit to read my aura whenever I try to conceal it." they both knew otherwise, though. Orochimaru allowed Kabuto to sense his aura because he wanted him to. But Kabuto didn't really care either way, for it showed that his master truly trusted him. And that made him extremely happy.
They reached the end of the corridor which lead to a balcony overlooking the thousands and thousands of rebels Orochimaru had collected and persuaded over the years. He leaned forward, hands clasping onto the railing, as he looked onwards at his followers. The men, and a few women, that would allow him to lead him to a world where he was the supreme ruler. Where order was the definition he created. There was so much power pumping through his veins it left the man a little high.
All chatter ceased. All eyes turned to the man that would lead them to victory—the overthrowing of the Luna Empire. Knees brushed against the tiled floor as everyone bowed respectfully to Orochimaru.
"Long live Orochimaru!" they chanted, praise, adoration, and conviction laced in every word.
Orochimaru raised a hand and at once their chanting ceased. "My people, tonight is the night we strike! Now is the time we overthrow that wretched Uchiha family and claim the throne for ourselves! Once the Luna Empire is in our hands, invading Soleil Kingdom will be child's play." a sinister smile spread across his face as the bloodlust increased rapidly in his rebellion. He could smell it. Their want to kill. Their want for revenge. The absolute need to spread havoc with just the tips of their fingers. Orochimaru would be the start of this all. The start of such beautiful darkness overtaking the land. The process of the Luna Empire's and Soleil Kingdom's utter downfall.
"Let us reek pure chaos unto this godforsaken empire!"
The chants, the cheers, the yells of passion for causing destruction wherever they could go rang through Orochimaru's ears—sinful music to his ears. Sounds of feet scuffling out of the darkness, and the sense of another man's aura caused Orochimaru to shift his eyes sideways as the person cloaked in shadows finally made themselves known.
"Way to rile up a crowd." he muttered gruffly.
Orochimaru chuckled quietly before turning back to his rebels that were clawing out the door one by one. "I always find it easy to... excite people." golden eyes shifted slightly to watch the semi-visible shiver dance along Kabuto's spine. Priceless.
The man behind him frowned visibly and ran a hand through his spiky hair. "I just got a picture I could have really lived without. Now seriously, when do I get to spill some blood?" his lips contorted into a smile that showed his pointed teeth—a truly demonic trait.
"By all means, go ahead and do it tonight." Orochimaru flicked his abnormally long tongue and licked his lips slowly. "I can't wait to see the beautiful threads of unity between the sun and the moon unravel before me..."
The hired assassin rolled his visible eye and hefted his large sword over his shoulder. "You are one, poetically sick,bastard." shaking his head slowly, the man turned on his heel and descended into the shadows. Orochimaru may be all sorts of insane, but hey, that really didn't matter right now. The need to kill something was pumping loudly in his veins and it would be rude to ignore it.
On the night when the moon was stained in red, purple mists covering it's ethereal glow. Chaos descended upon the Luna Empire. And blood was stained in the Soleil Kingdom.
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