The next few days passed agonisingly slowly for Mika who, once she was able to get up properly, hadn't been allowed to sit down again because Orochimaru was so busy training her and seeing just how far her powers could stretch. But by the fourth day the young girl was exhausted and exasperated by how her sensei was treating her.
'LOOK AT ME!!!' she bellowed at him from her position in amongst the extremely full thicket she had summoned moments before and finally letting her anger and frustration get the better of her. The older man's grin lessened a little as he gazed through the thick branches at what he could see of the girl's flushed face, glaring back at him.
'I am my darling-'
'NO YOU'RE NOT!!!' she continued furiously, her hands balled into livid fists and her young cheeks. 'YOU'RE ONLY LOOKING AT MY POWERS!!!' suddenly the pale man understood what she was on about: the insecure teenager was resurfacing again out of the girl's heaving chest, her face unscrewed now and watching him with agonising rejection. 'Ever since I was able to do that clone you haven't seen me… you've only seen my powers…' she continued in a small timid voice, their eyes locked through the leaves, thorns and branches. 'You don't see me.'
From the side of the room Kabuto looked on unenthusiastically. He had been taking notes on the girls technique but now that they had stopped and were talking he had nothing to do but listen in and watch his lord's reaction to the insolent young girl with such power. He sighed uninterestedly as the vegetation which had been filling the room slowly receded, leaving nothing but empty space between the two powerful shinobi gazing steadily at each other; so different and yet strangely alike in a way which the young man couldn't really place. He knew how the girl was feeling: this was usually how Orochimaru reacted when he realised his student was more powerful than he had previously thought, but she was the first to react to it.
'Mika Tikaake.' came his smooth, debonair voice through the empty silence in the large room, slicing it as though it was some sort of jelly. Kabuto wondered whether he should be taking notes or not; he decided against it. 'You may not be aware of this yet, because you are still learning and there is still much to learn. But if I could teach you one thing, then it would be this.' there was a long pause as the two gazed at each other before the pale man began to make his way deliberately towards the young shinobi who's expression was softening with every step he took. When he was less than a foot away from her he spoke, so quietly Kabuto almost didn't hear. 'With these powers, you can do anything.'
The young man with the silver hair watched as the girl's eyelids became heavy and her lips parted, inviting her sensei to do what he clearly wanted to. The Sannin leaned forwards, delicately placing his practiced hands in the small of her back so as to support her, before lowering his face to hers with a look of ecstatic rapture which was mirrored in her face. Kabuto watched as Mika's knees gave way and Orochimaru tightened his grip around her waist so as to hold her up to him, pressing her small and innocent frame up against his, her limp arms gripping his sleeves for reassurance and security. He wondered how the girl could possibly let him do this to her when she loathed him so passionately… or maybe her abhorrence for the man was just a show she put on, trying to look as though she didn't want to be here, as though she was a captive. That would explain why she didn't just leave.
He noticed the two part lips and gaze into each others eyes dreamily, as though they were both half awake and half asleep. He took his note pad up again, ready to start taking notes again but they didn't speak, he watched in discomfort as the Sannin's long tongue slowly snaked out of his mouth and delicately passed over the girl's chest and down her stomach, making her let her head roll back and moan quietly. Kabuto swiftly decided that now was the right time to leave, and hastily made his way to the door and out into the cool breeze.
'The snake man can get women, but I can't.' he muttered to himself as he made his was along the outside corridor of the mansion and towards his rooms. 'Not only women, but girls!' he added heatedly, his eyes widening behind his glasses for a moment to emphasise his feelings. 'Maybe I should become more snake-like.' he said to himself with a small smile.