Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto
Shibo waited outside of a door, almost falling asleep. She'd been waiting for hat seemed like to her an hour until Orochimaru opened the door.
"You may come in, Shibo-chan" he told her. She walked into the dark room, the only light source coming from four or five screens. Across from the screens, Kimimaro laid in a bed. There was a paper seal on his face, covering everything but his mouth. Tubes channeled to his mouth, once in a while giving him some kind of green liquid. Shibo's eyes started crying, but the rest of her body didn't react. She blamed herself for the condition he was in, it was all her fault. She walked over to his bedside, and kneeled down. She held his cold hand, the heart monitor made a 'blip' sound. Shibo licked his hand, which woke him up.
"Sh-Shibo…?" He felt her ears, and scratched them. She held his hand again, not wanting to let go. He could feel her cheeks wet with tears, and started to wipe her eye. She whimpered, and started crying more. His hand limped, falling back asleep. She stood up, and placed his hand over his chest. She left the room, wiping her tears. Orochimaru looked at her,
"Shibo?" Shibo tied up her hair up in a ponytail, walking with haste to her room. She put on a yukata with a deep purple haori, and grabbed her katana. She walked down to the prisoner's cells.
"Open the door, guard." The guard opened the door to the first cell, and Shibo walked in. She took out her katana, and started mercilessly slicing the prisoners to the ground. Anyone in that cell, she sliced to pieces. Eventually, all of the prisoners laid sliced to bits, Shibo covered in their blood. She moved to the next cell, continuing her massacre.
Eventually, all the cells were filled with human remains. Blood pooled to the drains as Orochimaru and Kabuto ran in. Shibo stood in the middle of the hall, covered in blood.
"More…" She picked up her katana, which slipped out of her hand due to all of the blood. She wiped it dry with a bloody towel. She picked it up again, and pointed the tip at the guard. Orochimaru appeared in front of Shibo, and forced her to the wall.
"Is this how you cope?" Shibo stared at him blankly. Her eyes had lost what little happiness they had, and was only filled with darkness. Orochimaru threw the katana across the hall, and threw Shibo to the ground. She laid still in the blood, her own head bleeding. Orochimaru picked her up by her collar, and Kabuto grabbed his wrist.
"M-m'lord…." He pushed up Shibo's bangs to reveal two streams of tears. She pushed away from the two of them, and ran to the living quarters.
Shibo was soaking in a hot bath, her head and skin still red from the blood. She dipped her head in the water, watching it turn a pale red. She patted a damp white cloth on her head. It had a deep crimson stain in it where she had patted her head. She closed her eyes.
No one understands. Not even father….Why did he have to be so rough? Damn hypocrite…
Shibo popped her head out of the water, and sat back in the tub. She stared at herself in a small mirror, her cheeks stained with a slightly darker tinge than her pale skin. She kept staring at them,
"This must be why father hates me…I'm too emotional…" She dropped her head into the water, not caring if she drowned or not. But then, someone pulled her head out of the water.
"Oi, oi! This isn't what my waifu should be doing!" Kuromaru hugged her tightly. Shibo stared blankly as he looked into her eyes. He took another cloth, and rubbed the stains on Shibo's cheeks away.
"Who's been making you cry? I'll make them cry!" Shibo looked away, and Kuromaru knew. He sighed heavily,
"Shibo…?" Shibo looked at him, tears in her eyes. Kuromaru wiped them away,
"I'm sorry to say this, but…it's too late for him now." Shibo shook her head.
"Kimi-kun….won't die…y-you're lying…" Kuromaru held her head in place.
"It's in the genes, there's no cure." Shibo swatted his hands away.
"He's strong! He'll g-get better like last ti-"
"He's going to die, Shibo! He spent the time he should've used to make himself better on you! It's all your fault he's dead!" Shibo paled. Tears started streaming down her face before she knew it, and she pulled her head underwater again. Kuromaru grabbed her by her hair, and pulled her head up. Shibo screamed out, and went under the water again. Kuromaru pulled her out of the water, covering her in a big robe. She pushed him away, still sobbing. She shook uncontrollably as he once again held her tightly.
"Please…calm down. You're not helping anyone just crying-"
"D-da-ad…t-t-t-told me…n-never…to-to cry…" She held her head, "I-I try to hold back m-my emotions, a-and…he hurts me…" Kuromaru kissed her cheek, and started drying her hair.
"Well, you know what? If he ever hurts you again, hurt him back. Whether it be physical or emotional, let him know that he's hurting you…" Shibo nodded. He smiled, and rubbed her ear with the towel. She watched him wearily as he dried her still-shaking body. He switched her into another bath robe, and helped her in to her room. She looked at him,
"Thank…you…" She fell asleep on her bed.
The servants were layering Shibo's Jūnihitoe on her. She watched in the mirror as the three women skillfully layered each thin layer on her.
"M'lady, since it's going to be a bit warm, we're applying thinner layers." Shibo nodded slightly. She kept silent as they finished off with the Karaginu and Mo. She held the fan up to her face, watching herself move in the heavy clothing. The servants bowed, and exited the room as Orochimaru walked in.
"My, my, you look just like a princess…" Shibo growled lowly in her throat. 'Princess' was a word she wasn't looking for, more like 'clown'. She smiled softly behind the fan,
"You'll be lucky if I don't die of heat exhaustion under all of this…"
Orochimaru chuckled. "Then maybe let them do your hair, too!"
Shibo held her hair. She had chosen to go with taregami instead of nihongami.
"Father, this is what was chosen out by you. I think I should be allowed how to have my hair done…" Orochimaru sighed, and scratched his head.
"You do have a point…but, I wanted you to use your mother's pins…" Shibo growled.
"I refuse to be mother's replacement, father…" Orochimaru looked at her funny.
"Your mother's what…?"
"Replacement." Orochimaru blushed.
"I wouldn't do such a thing to you…!" Shibo swatted her father away with the fan. Orochimaru left the room, muttering,
"Ai-chan's replacement…?"
Shibo rode quietly in the small carriage. Bodyguards walked with it as they walked into Konoha. People gathered around the street, wondering which important person this was going to be. Shibo opened the door a bit, seeing small girls walking with the carriage. She smiled softly, and as the carriers set the carriage down, she stood up and out of it. She walked over to the girls, giving then each an old gold coin.
"Go be princesses of your own" Was her words as the girls ran back into the crowds. The ninja who were old enough to know her were glaring at her, everyone else looking on. The women and young girls looked on in envy, a couple guys whistling. Shibo felt uncomfortable within the heart of her enemy village's capital. But, her guards walked with her to the gated community where the noblemen stayed.
She looked at the women there, who were snickering.
"I do believe we have a vampiress in our presence" One of them said. The others giggled. Children in lovely yukatas ran by her with a ball. Shibo headed to her small estate, which used to belong to her grandparents'. She walked inside to the subtle traditional home, and started automatically to take off the layers of her Jūnihitoe. The servants ran over and assisted her as she got to the last layer. She wiped off the makeup on her face, and walked to what was supposed to be her room.
"I'm changing into something practical…" She closed the door, and came out in an elegant purple yukata. A servant walked over to her.
"M'lady, the Hokage wishes you to be in his presence. And, he says 'no formal dress required.'" Shibo let out a laugh as she was stuffing down ice down between her breasts.