BEWARE!!!! This chapter has almost adult bits towards the end! Don't worry it's nothing too vivid… the girl IS only 13 after all, but it is a bit grown up so if you're not too happy with mature stuff then when you get to the bit where I say : DODGY then you skip that bit, okay? I will do a mini recap at the end so you don't miss too much!

Mika stood in the doorway taking in the spacious room she was to sleep in, the four-poster bed against the wall to her left and pushed up into the corner, the window at the opposite end with what looked like an empty desk which had a view out, the door on the last remaining wall which Kabuto had said led to an en-suite bathroom. It was strange how Orochimaru never did any of the tedious chores like showing Mika around and making sure she didn't get too lost.

She gazed at the bed, the dark yet fluffy-looking bedding, the curtains pulled back with thick pale ropes which resembled strangely the rope around Orochimaru's waist making Mika smile at the idea of the powerful snake man being a cheap skate. Suddenly she felt a pang of longing for her cat, Surplus who had been left behind and who was probably wondering where she was, mewing pitifully just outside her door the way he did when she came home late. It wasn't that he couldn't get in because Mika always left the tiny bathroom window open for him to get in and out of at his pleasure, but her neighbour had complained because he would mew for hours while he waited for her.

'Ain't got none.' she whispered miserably, hoping that somehow he might be able to know that she was thinking of him, telling him she loved him. She thought of the time she hadn't come home one evening and the next morning she found him sitting patiently outside the door, mewing faintly before running at her and entwining himself around her ankles affectionately; she remembered the time she had forgotten to feed him and he had woken her up with a gentle purring noise the next morning, delicately letting her know that he was hungry; she remembered the time he had fist met Sasuke…

'Sasuke.'

It felt nice to say the familiar name again, even though she was alone and he was miles away… probably wondering why she had left. She hoped he could feel that she was thinking about him. She sighed deeply and walked over to the bed before sitting down on it, crossing her legs and slumping over her lap, gazing around the room which was so much bigger than her room in Konoha. She felt homesick.

Since her lesson that afternoon with Orochimaru, during which he had repeated over and over again that she had to "feel it", she had found that she was paying more attention to things around her, her surroundings. She could feel the air moving around her as she pushed through it, she could feel the earth far beneath her and the rock which had built the walls, she could sense the electricity in the air far above, signalling a storm coming. Somehow she felt more at home with the powers which had caused her so much trouble, finding that if she did pay attention to them then they were perfectly friendly… even affectionate to her. She could feel things moving ON the earth below her, she could feel feet walking along the wooden planks on a level below her, she could feel someone breathing in and out… just outside her door.

'Stop hiding outside.' she said loudly, still unsure of who it might be but she had an idea that it was Orochimaru. She scowled over at the wood of the door as it slowly creaked open, obscuring her view of the person coming in but she could just make out a few fingers pushing the door open. 'You're pathetic.' she spat quietly, partially hoping that he didn't hear. 'Were you waiting for me to fall asleep or what?'

'What would you have me do to you while you sleep?' came his familiar sly voice from just out of view. The sound of his tone, the vibrations on the breeze gave Mika a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach… something which she had only ever got with Sasuke, and yet it was somehow different from when she was with Sasuke: it was more grown up, more mature. For some reason she smiled to herself, imagining what he might want to do to her.

'Be creative.' she said provocatively before she could stop herself. The moment the words had passed her lips she smacked her hands to her mouth, a look of shock and utter terror on her pretty young face. She looked up in shock, her hands still pressed against her lips, as Orochimaru appeared around the door with a inciting eyebrow raised at her.

'Aha…' he said quietly barely above a whisper as he made his way around the door, letting it close on it's own while he kept his golden eyes glued to the young girl's appalled face. 'You have an suggestion, my Love? I apologize, I never was very good with ideas.' Mika let her hands slowly lower away from her mouth, scowling over at the man disbelievingly.

'I don't believe you.' she told him firmly as he sat down on the downy bedclothes about half a yard away from where she was sitting cross-legged. 'You make up jutsus.' she said hoping that she was right: she had heard stories about very powerful shinobi who made up their own jutsus.

'Well I don't think you had jutsus in mind.' answered the older man raising his eyebrows as he inspected his hands, keeping a watchful eye on the brown eyed girl's reaction. He smiled when he saw her blush beetroot and look away self-consciously. He knew that she was better developed than most youngsters her age due to her three year gap during which she was under the impression that she was two and a half years older than she really was, she was aware of what went on behind closed doors… maybe she had even partook. 'Sasuke wouldn't do anything, would he?' he asked quietly, trying to sound sympathetic and feeling proud of the effect.

'No.' she mumbled uncomfortably, still looking away with a blank expression on her young face. She shook her head gently before looking back up over at him steadily, asking for sympathy.

It was so easy, Orochimaru was unwilling to believe she was sincere: she could be almost as sly as him when she wanted to be… but the expression in her stunning hazel eyes was genuine. She leaned forwards, almost offering herself to him, her eyelids heavy again in lust and what must have been the effects of the strange hypnosis which surrounded them both. Should he do it? It was proving agonisingly difficult to resist the hypnosis around them, but Orochimaru was wary. Was she doing this? Was it all her doing? She was still looking at him, staring deep into his snake-like eyes with her gorgeous chocolate ones which seemed to be sucking him in, bringing him closer. She bit her lower lip uncertainly, making her almost irresistibly innocent and unsure of herself, and those eyes… they dropped for a moment as she shuffled elegantly closer, inviting him to reciprocate as her eyes lifted again to look right into his…

Their lips brushed for a moment, their eyes still open as they both wondered what they were doing for a moment, but soon enough the girl let her heavy eyelids droop over her stunning iris'. She didn't want to be doing this… she wanted to push him away… she knew she should pull away… it was her fault… she had invited him… not the other way around. She hated herself for doing this… doing this behind Sasuke's back. She felt him gently pass his warm tongue over her lips and she let her lips part slightly, once again inviting him to do his bidding. As their tongues met, moving in an delicate yet perverse twisting motion she was taken over with an acute desire to do something she knew she would regret.

DODGY

She lifted herself onto her knees and pushed herself against the older man, pushing their mouths against each others roughly and putting her hands behind the back of his head, running them through his long black hair. She felt him holding himself up with his hands, preventing himself from falling backwards with his hands before pushing back vigorously, placing his hands on her back roughly. She frowned to herself as she scrabbled at the front of his shirt, trying to force it to come off and only managing to rip it, she briefly separated her lips from his to inspect the damage and caught a glimpse of his lustful expression, the ever present frown adorning his pale forehead as he passed his experienced hands over her waist. She looked down at her stomach as Orochimaru's finger played erotically with the strap which held her skirt up, pulling it down further and further before letting it spring back up to it's original position, gazing at her in desire.

She tried to pull him back into another kiss but he stopped her, instead he inched his face closer to hers agonisingly slowly before coming to a halt about half an inch away from her plump red lips. He let the tip of his tongue slip out from between his smiling lips and relished the look of anticipating desire on the girl's young face. Mika waited for him to slink it into her mouth to entwine it with hers in the same manner as before, but he didn't move; she waited with baited breath but it never came. She opened her mouth slightly, hoping that this would incite him to go further, letting her tongue show a little between her lips but his tongue didn't move. She closed her mouth again and looked up at the man's eyes dubiously, angry that he had kept her waiting at all, but he gave her a meaningful look and she watched as the tongue slowly began to move again. But it wasn't heading anywhere near her mouth.

He watched in intense desire as she took a sharp intake when his tongue made contact with her soft tummy skin, an adorable expression of mingled fear and disgust on her pretty face as she watched it's progress. He felt her muscles clench deliciously beneath the warm brushing touch of his tongue as he moved it delicately up and down her tummy, watching her expression change from disgusted fear to nervous desire. She hiccoughed slightly as he slipped his long tongue between her skirt and her skin, moving it confidently down… He looked up at her face, silently asking for permission. She glanced from his face down to where his tongue was and back again, her expression that of terrified uncertainty.

Mika nodded shakily and let Orochimaru lie her down gently, lying above her in her fluffy bed in that strange mansion so far away from the boy who had denied her this…

Basically, Mika asked for it. She was willing but she felt really horrible about it while she was doing it. She wishes that Sasuke had done this instead of this snakey dude. Sorry this chapter was so damn freaky! 3

I'd like to say hiya and thanks for reading toooo… Lonely-Kitty and Crazy-lil-chipmunk… you both rawk!!!