I own nothing! I don't own Naruto or any of its characters! Just the OC's that come with Sarah's previous lifestyle, and even then, they're based off of the people they are in the story.
Orochimaru POV
I raced after Absolution, trying to think of the attacks it had since it was at level ten. Scratch, Me First, Leer, Taunt. If I played my cards right, I could get Sarah back without revealing our identities. Absolution would probably get hurt, though.
"Absolution, Me First!" I ordered, and the strange dog began mimicking its opponent – whoever that was. He must have had a gun out, because Absolution's attack was turned into bullet seed.
The enemies' front lines collapsed in front of us. I surged forward, Absolution alongside me, and I came to another locked door. This one was different – it required a password of some kind.
"Damn it," I hissed angrily. I began using electric natured chakra to short circuit the door. If I could get it open for a few seconds, Absolution could get through. I kept channeling desperately as Sarah's screaming continued frantically, and I finally rammed the Kusanagi into the dialpad.
The door opened momentarily – just barely long enough for me to grab Absolution and leap in at top speed.
I sighed, then tensed up. This place smelled exactly like my hideouts – death and male arousal. I furrowed my brow, then saw Sarah, a man in front of her, both naked. The man was holding a long knife dangerously and swinging it in front of her face as she bled from her midsection.
"Absolution, Me First!" I whispered, and he obeyed as his crescent on his head began lengthening.
Fury Cutter, I realized. Absolution leapt forward and slashed the man's back harshly, causing him to crumple to the ground and drop the knife. Sarah's legs were bleeding, gashes running down them, a silver weapon of some sort sticking out of her feminine areas. I heard sirens and the cops ramming down the door behind me. Absolution's eyes widened and he raced towards me and I repositioned the fake leash to where it looked like he still wore a collar.
"Damn you, fucking Volturi!" he shouted angrily, and I stared at him in confusion. What the hell had he just called me? A Volturi? What the hell was that?
"Freeze," the cops all shouted, and I immediately obeyed. Something told me they weren't to be messed with. I hated obeying them, but I had no choice.
"No," Sarah sobbed, terrified, her eyes wide. "Master. Sensei. Master. Sensei. Sensei. Sensei."
"What the hell?" the police yelled in shock as they assessed the damage. One put on a latex glove and picked the knife up out of Sarah's left leg. At least her feminine areas where mostly safe.
"Looks like we have a self-defense case," one of the females, Maple, I recognized, said. "Sarah? Holy crap, you picked a bad day to take your – uh – dog – for a walk. What on earth were you thinking?"
"No, no…" she sobbed.
Sarah POV
I couldn't keep it in. I wanted the gun out of my feminine areas, and the knife out of my leg. I felt like I was about to die. This was on a par with childbirth, almost. Speaking of which, I could feel the small life inside of me dwindling dangerously.
"No, no," I sobbed, wanting it to end, wanting to tell her what the rapists had done. "Drugged…"
"Catherine," Satyr said, and I stared in recognition and pain. "There's a gun in her vagina. Should I get it out?"
"Be careful," Maple cautioned. "Sarah, be still, this will hurt."
"Get it out of me!" I wailed, unable to keep the pain in any longer. I felt a small tugging sensation, and the cold metal began leaving me. That wasn't what I wanted – I wish they'd listen better for once.
Satyr made a disgusted noise in her throat as she removed the barrel of the gun. I began breathing heavier, the pain at least dulled a small amount. But my legs were still bleeding, and if I didn't get help, I would die. My unborn child was already dying, I could feel it, but if I was extremely lucky we would both live.
"Sarah," I heard from behind Satyr, and I looked behind her at a somewhat bloodthirsty yet worried Orochimaru. "Pet…"
I began crying, unable to hide my shame from the man I loved so much more than my own life right now. If these were my final moments with him, then so be it. At least he'd come to get me. I half realized that he had his Absol next to him.
Satyr and Maple still knew I was a ninja, as well as Orochimaru, and the other CSI's had left me be. The other cops were heaving the criminal up to his feet, his back covered in slashes identical to the ones he'd given me, Absol's horn covered in the man's blood. One of the cops collected a blood sample from Absolution's horn after getting a picture of it. I knew the blood would match – no matter what they did, I was a victim and had almost died.
I wanted to stay awake, but I was losing too much blood. I could hear Detectives Maple and Satyr try to keep me awake, Orochimaru crying out my name in panic, and the wails of a siren.
Orochimaru PoV
I paced out in the waiting room, anxiously. The Hospital hadn't allowed Absolution in, so I let him poof back into the Poké Walker. He was tired – we all were. Satyr and Maple were sitting down and filling out case reports, and I sat down anxiously next to them as I rambled about what I'd done that day to help Sarah.
The DNA results on Absolution's horn and the criminal were a perfect match. Anyone could have told you that, I wanted to say, but I refrained. I was a nervous wreck. I, too, was slightly aroused by seeing Sarah's naked form, but in a different sense. I was more terrified for the life I'd discovered inside of her.
I froze, my mind flashing back to the Chunin exams. She and I had made love, I realized as I began shuddering as the memory filled the empty space of my mind. She was telling the truth – I was the father of her child. I wasn't sure if we were married or not, but I was still the father of her child. I wasn't going to leave my heirs without a mother to care for them. I'd already experienced that pain firsthand, as well as the pain of not having a father. Sarutobi had somewhat filled the gap, but had ended up destroying any parental bond he may have made with me when he caught me experimenting in the sewers of Konohagakure.
She and I had made love. I trusted her with my body. And I'd betrayed her in worse ways than Sarutobi had betrayed me. The doctor walked out, and I turned to face him, knowing she'd died from blood loss.
"We're doing all we can, but her body's losing too much blood too quickly. We've had to perform an emergency caesarean section and try to clamp some arteries to stop all blood flow to her legs, but it's still going very slow. We're doing all we can, but we don't have that much of her blood type left…and besides that, her body is rejecting most blood we put into her," he said sadly. "I'm sorry, sir, but your wife might not life through the night."
I leaned backwards against the wall in shock. She would die tonight, and they wouldn't let me in with her. I could help them, why didn't they see that?
"I'm so sorry. We've got ten people stitching her closed, but it might not be enough…" he reported sadly.
"Let me. I've dealt with medicine before – I know how to stitch veins closed," I said desperately. Anything to be with Sarah in her final moments. "Use my blood."
"We're not supposed to, but – what the-?" he asked shocked as I pulled up my shirt, revealing a few scars on my side.
"I stitched these closed on a battlefield. I know what I'm doing. Let me help her," I repeated firmly, and he nodded.
"Don the coat, gloves and mask," he said as he pointed towards the closet. I pulled them on quickly, and began to follow him into the ER. "Apprentice-ship. He wants to help, says he can stitch and is the best in his class."
"Set him on the ones that we've sewed the veins shut," one of the other said, and I quickly set to work. I threaded the needle and began working extremely quickly. It didn't take long at all, and I was moving from one gash to another after cross-stitching them closed and tying them off properly. With Kabuto's help, she wouldn't scar nearly as badly, but it would be extremely helpful if we could get back home.
"Damn," one of the nurses muttered as I moved on to the tenth gash in her left leg, right next to her crotch. "Is he allowed to do that?"
"He's not even paying attention to her sex," they marveled, and I ignored them. Sarah would die of blood clotting and removal of circulation if we didn't undo these bands.
"We need to remove the bands," I told them. "She'll lose her legs to lack of blood circulation."
"I hate to say this, but he's right. We have to do it, even if only for a few minutes. Be careful," the main medic warned, and I began moving on to the more serious wounds in her veins – ones that were torn at odd angles that nobody could seem able to stitch closed. I worked carefully, slightly pinching the vein together and closed.
"We need more blood in her, she's dying again," one of the females reported.
"Use mine," I told them, and they stared at me. "I can work with a needle in my arm, I don't care. I've done this dozens of times in the wars."
"How old are you?" they asked in shock, and I huffed.
"That's none of your damn business, now is it?" I growled menacingly, worried for her safety. Her legs would be fine now, but we needed to remove the circulation again. I quickly redid the clamps. I looked at the sheet and stared at her blood type. B positive. Good – the same blood type as me.
"He was one of the patients here before – his blood type will match hers," one of the other medics said walking in, then shuddering. I vaguely remembered him as one that I'd terrorized as he tried to give me medicine.
"Get the needle," one commanded, but I was way ahead of them. I plunged the needle into her left arm first, then my own. I watched as the life giving liquid left my body and entered hers quickly. My heart rate was stronger and faster than hers – my blood pressure was also much higher, both of which helped speed up the help that she needed.
"Tape it down," I commanded, and one obeyed just before I went back to work, this time stitching her hip wound. That bastard rapist was going to pay in blood.
"Oro…chi…" she moaned, and the other medics pushed another syringe into her bloodstream. A sedative wouldn't be good here, but oh well – too late now.
"Almost done," one male medic sighed, then gasped as another medic's stitched ripped open. Incompetent idiots was what most of them were.
"You stitched it too close to the injury. You need to have it further away," I instructed, and the medic nodded. I moved around to get as close as I could to the injury. "Pinch it closed so I can work."
She obeyed, and I quickly cross-stitched the injury that she'd failed to do properly. I left a large enough gap so that she could see what I was doing, and how far away from the incision I was sewing at. They began pulling out gauze, and I shook my head.
"No," I said firmly. "Use bandages from the anime. She's used to that, the gauze will only scare her."
"He's her husband, he knows best," the chief medic said, and other protested.
"We could get sued if it cuts off her circulation!" they argued. I shook my head in disgust – they couldn't even do proper bandages.
"Very well, you incompetent fool!" I yelled angrily as I snatched the roll of bandages from him. "I'll do it myself!"
"That's illegal," the medics all argued. "We have to do this. We only let you in because she was dying and wouldn't live if we didn't get more hands to help her."
"The blood is still going from me to her," I retorted as I began wrapping the bandage around her left calf.
"Fine," one retorted as another yanked the needle from my arm and ripped the tape off in the process. "It's out. Put this on it and get out."
Normally I wouldn't obey, but I knew that they had the advantage – they could kill Sarah at any given time. Right as I walked into the waiting room once more, having taken the lab coat and gloves off, I began to feel a little light headed. Too much blood had gone from me to her – I needed a plasma pill. Sadly, there were none.
"Here, eat this," a receptionist said handing me a bag of what was gold crackers in the shape of fish. What the hell? "It'll help restore your blood."
I nodded, and almost attempted to tie the swab tighter around my arm. CSI Maple saw what I was attempting and came over to help. After it was safely secured on, I began eating. It tasted like cheese and crackers, but was extremely stale and disgusting. I would have gone back to pacing if I hadn't been so damn tired. I let the CSI's lead me away, them telling me that the medics wouldn't let Sarah wake up for a few more days, and I fell asleep at the Crime Lab in one of the meeting rooms.
I awoke the next morning, my head and arm hurting like tartarus. I looked at the clock – noon! I looked around, confused. I didn't recognize anyone, and one of the CSI's kept glaring at me. I let myself fall asleep once more.
When I finally awoke the second time, I looked to find CSI Storm across the room from me. I shook my head, and he pushed a bottle of water and a bag of fruit chews towards me. I grimaced, recalling the goldfish from the day before. My head began pounding, so I hesitantly took a sip of water, glaring at the CSI as a second male walked in.
"Hey, Nick," the second said.
"Hey, Raye," Nick said nodding upwards. "You got anything?"
"Yeah – our culprit was a serial rapist wanted in seventeen states, and he enjoys torturing his victims just before intercourse. He kills them if they survive through the sex, and anyone that he doesn't like goes into his prostitution business. The blood on that scythe was a direct match to the blood of the serial killer. The blood on the knife is a match to our victim. I also had Archie look at all the footage from the warehouse, and it all adds up to their confessions and the evidence. It was self-defense."
"Awesome. Nice job, man," Nick said nodding his approval. "Raye, this is Orochimaru, the owner of the – uh – scythe, thing. Orochimaru, this is CSI Penber. What exactly – was – that thing, Orochimaru?"
"He won't come again unless disaster is about to come. That's why he came to me – he knew it would strike inevitably. It's his job, his calling, his nature. It's part of what he is," I explained, knowing that they would want more answers. "Even if I told you, you wouldn't believe me."
"Mutant dog?" Raye asked, and I smirked.
"Not quite – but in every essence of the word, yes. He is – as you call him – a mutant," I sneered. "I wouldn't be talking about mutants when it comes to Absolution-kun, however. If you thought he was a mutant, you should see some of the other things that I've seen. Mutant fish-cat, extendable tongue, head, and neck on a human up to two hundred feet each, people with multiples of one body part, snakes for digestive systems, people who have turned themselves into human puppets – literally, he took out his insides while he was still alive – people with mouths on their hands, people with gills – I've seen quite a bit more than you, I'm sure. That isn't even the half of it."
"Damn," Nick said shocked. The food hadn't bothered me by now, so I gathered it was somewhat safe.
"You should eat," Raye said quickly. "They'll help you get some of your blood contents back."
"How do I know it isn't poisoned?" I retorted, and they stared at me.
"We hand that out to everyone who donates blood – why kill off our own cops?" Nick asked confused.
I sighed in amusement – they would never understand. Still, it was the only option I had, so I put four chewable fruits in my mouth at once. It surprised me how much they actually tasted like fruit, so I backed off to enjoy the food. I looked at the water, and mentally shrugged. It was pointless harboring so much ill-will while I could do nothing about it. I drank the bottled water – which tasted like blood – and stopped only when the bottle was empty. I caught my breath, and began eating slowly again. Two more CSI's walked in, both talking about something called "star trek" and they completely ignored us.
I raced out of that insane asylum as soon as I could – I wasn't going to risk getting caught, and I had to get back to Sarah before she awoke.