I do not own Naruto! Or any of the music in this fanfic! I will do my best to cite my music sources in the end of the chapters in the A/N! I do, however, own the OC's.
"Well, pet?" Orochimaru asked as we reached the destination. We were atop a mountain, and I was looking around at everything. "What do you think? It's the last place to look for this…Palkia, as you call it."
"You actually want me to summon Palkia? No way! I can't!" I protested wearily. "I'm still tired from summoning Renate! Although, I wouldn't object to a quick in and out."
"You're insufferable," he sighed as he collapsed onto the bed beside me. "Sleep, or sex?"
"Sleep," I murmured, and he pulled me closer to him.
"As you wish, my pet," he murmured as I fell asleep once more.
When I awoke once more, I felt refreshed and like I could battle an army. I looked around at my surroundings. It had the same layout as most of the other hideouts, and there were a few more things here that weren't at the last one. Feminine hygiene products, for starters, and then not a single otonin were in sight except Orochimaru and me. I smiled at my good luck. I may have married a monster, but he knows how to pick them and spoil us rotten when he wants to. The door suddenly opened, and I watched as he walked in with a plate of food on each hand.
"I decided to let you recover before training. Have you been perfecting your Rasengan?" he asked, and I nodded, my mouth full of eggs. "Good. Have you learned anything else in Konoha? Or were you perfecting your taijutsu?"
"Taijutsu," I replied between bites. We ate in silence after that, and we put our dishes in the sink. He led me back to the bedroom, and I knew what was coming – sex.
"You've never had a man," he stated simply, and I nodded. "Good girl. I'm the only one, do I make myself clear?"
"I could never look at another man like that. You're the only one I love enough to – you know," I told him, my face flushing from embarrassment.
"I'm glad to hear it," he purred, running his hands up my shirt as we walked. "Now, be a good girl, and get ready."
"Orochimaru-sama… I'm scared," I whimpered, and he looked at me in amusement.
"You have no need to be afraid – you will set the pace for our first few times," he told me. We were at the bedroom door, and I was still nervous.
I breathed a sigh of relief that he would go easy on me since it would be the day that I lost my V-card. Then it hit me. "Wait, you've never done it, either?" I asked, and he chuckled.
"I was saving it for a special … ninja… who wouldn't betray me. You are the one I've chosen," he said simply as he picked me up. "Now, how do you wish to do this? Quick and painless, or slow and agonizing?" he asked, and I thought for a second. I didn't care. "Now, I've a mind on how to remove your pajamas."
"Then by all means, go ahead," I breathed, nervous. "Just – give me time to adjust…that's all I ask."
"As you wish," he murmured.
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When I woke up again, I raced to the bathroom and vomited into the toilet. My every nerve was still on fire, and everything hurt like heck. I turned on the shower to piping hot, and let it wash over me. I sat on the floor of the shower as the hot water cascaded down, soothing my aching muscles alongside the steam. Without thinking, I began crying. I loved Orochimaru with all my heart, but I missed my family and friends. I wanted them to know the joys and pains I was going through. But, alas, I couldn't.
"Pet?" Orochimaru asked as he walked in and joined me.
"I miss my family," I sobbed, and he held me close. "I want them to know I'm happy, and okay and safe! They think I'm dead! I freaking watched my own funeral when I was asleep in Konoha! I want to at least tell them what's going on in my life! What if my parents become drunkards because of sorrow?"
"All the more power to you, my dear. At least your parents are alive," he reminded me.
"I found their graves," I told him. "Your parents. I told them what you'd become, how you're a great leader and person."
"Indeed. I got your message," he chuckled. "White Snake skins that have been shed symbolize life and rebirth. Perhaps they really have been reborn."
"But would they recognize you?" I asked, and he shook his head. "I still wish I could tell them. I miss them so much…"
"I know, pet. I lost my parents at a young age. I grew up without parents," he reminded me.
"I…I…" I whimpered, but he cut me off with a kiss.
"No more," he ordered, and I nodded sadly. Finding a way through to my parents would have to wait. Out of boredom and loneliness, I began playing with his eyelashes. "Having fun?" he smirked.
I put my hand on his shoulder, and my head on his chest, my ear next to his heart. The familiar sound was soothing, so I let the subject drop. We stayed there in silence for a while, and he finally turned off the water. I didn't care – my muscles were still sore anyways, but they still felt much better then when I'd woken up.
"Pet…" he murmured, and I put a towel around myself to hide.
I didn't like it – I knew I was self conscious about my body, but I had every right to be. Two scars on my stomach, three on my head, and five more in various other places, all from surgeries, is bound to make anyone self-conscious.
"It's the scars, isn't it?" he asked gently, and I nodded. "Surgeries?" I nodded again. "Do you wish to talk about it?" I didn't want to, but I may as well get it over with.
"I was born three months early. My mom was allergic to having kids, and I was her third. I contracted citrobactor in the Infant ICU, and from there developed hydrocephalus. The four ventricles in the head were damaged by the citrobactor, and they ended up putting a shunt in to help relieve the hydrocephalus when I was a year old. When I was fourteen, about to be fifteen, they went in to fix the shunt. I ended up in the hospital a week and a half later leaking Cerebral Spinal Fluid from the first incision site on the back of my head. When they found out, I was admitted to the hospital and was sent into surgery to replace the shunt the next day. I haven't cut my hair since that day when they removed all my hair. It hurts too much to – it reminds me of that day that I lost almost everything dear to me," I said quietly. "That's why I make sure nothing hits my head, especially on the left side. The large bulge on my head is the shunt. I hate it, but I'll die without it."
"You wish to be rid of the shunt while living, yes?" he asked, and I nodded. "We'll continue our little prisoner façade, then when the Konoha ninja rescue you, Tsunade will look at your records and heal you. Tis a simple task, really. Knowing her, she'll make the ventricles as good as new."
"I like that idea. How much longer will we keep up the façade?" I asked, and he grinned.
"From what I'm gathering from the snake messengers, they've sent Hatake Kakashi alongside your companions. I'll need to move hideouts, though. We can't risk you waking up on the way to Konoha, now do we?" he teased, and I shook my head. We raced off, my body still sore, and I stumbled frequently.
After about twelve hours, we reached the hideout that was just outside the Land of Fire. We raced to the bedroom to perform our façade, and I let the world cave around me once more.
Yes, this is going where you think it is.
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