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

A month had passed since Sarah had attacked me. I never once visited her after the incident. The children were confused as to why she was gone, but I left them in the care of the Sound Five. They were too much of a reminder of the woman I'd sworn to kill.

I injected my blood into an infant in the hopes of creating a clone of me. I added some of Sasuke's blood, knowing that if it worked, I would have a clone of myself that had the Sharingan, and could create more endlessly for the rest of my life.

It didn't matter how long I stayed like this and covered my every will and emotion with experiments. I was in too much pain to notice or care. I felt like the Phantom of the Opera after Christine had left him for Raul. I wanted her back, I wanted her mine, I wanted her as if this whole problem had never blow over.

Kabuto PoV

I watched as Orochimaru-sama began burying himself in experiment after experiment. Even after a long and devastating (for me) month, our research had more than quadrupled in rate compared to what it had been before Sarah-sama had come. He was obviously still pining after her, but I didn't dare bring it up to him. I stared at his right arm – the injury was open, but it was closed at the same time. He'd covered it in a layer of chakra and bandages, but wouldn't let me near it for some strange reason.

"Orochimaru-sama, I could heal your arm if you'd like," I said tentatively, and he let his gaze fall to his right arm. He stared at it, then seemed to remember or discover something. He removed the bandages, pulled a chip out of some kind, and used the chip to perform a summoning.

I heard a loud screeching that broke my glasses and felt a blast of wind inside the lab. Something had gone horribly wrong with this new jutsu, I had to help him!

I charged forward, unable to find him. I found the desk, and the chip, but not him. He'd transferred dimensions again. I waited anxiously, and after a few Hours, he never returned. I let myself go to bed, worried, and put the thought to the back of my mind.

The next day passed, and soon the next week. Finally, two weeks later, he returned. I sighed in relief, until I saw what he was wearing – an odd blue jacket of sorts. His original clothes were in an odd pack, but they were there. There was something written on his right arm in Kanji – Silver Soul.

"Orochimaru-sama, are you alright? Are you hurt? Can I help you?" I asked quickly, and he smiled maniacally. Oh dear – he'd discovered something.

"Kabuto, I have no need for your idiotic medicine right now. Tell me, what do you know of Sarah's summoning animals?" he asked, smirking.

"N-not much, sir. Only that she had them before she came here. Why?" I asked, confused.

"I've discovered the source. This chip," he said, pointing to the chip I'd spent hours cleaning and removing water damage from, "is a game. In this game, she caught the beasts that she summons and can use up to six per trip until she switches them out in the game."

"And you think you've found a way to get some of these beasts, sir?" I asked, and he laughed.

"I already have them, Kabuto. The – ah, the Kanji on my right arm is the contract that binds me to them. I've spent weeks preparing them to return home. Do you wish to meet my starter summoning?" he asked, a strange light glowing behind his eyes. Was that – pride?

"I – of course, sir. It would be an honor," I said quickly, and he weaved the hand signs after putting blood on the Kanji.

A strange dog appeared with a scythe at the top of its head. It growled angrily, until Orochimaru laughed. It glanced back at him, then padded over to him, growling all the while.

"Well done, Absolution," he smirked, and I frowned in confusion. Absolution?

"Orochimaru-sama, what exactly is that?" I asked, and he smirked.

"Why, it's one of the six-hundred and forty-nine that Sarah was talking about, of course. I managed to find a very dangerous one that sense impending disaster," he ginned evilly. Of course he would go find one that loves disaster just like him. No wonder it loved him so much, he plotted and amassed disaster wherever he went.

"How many do you have, my lord? Just the one, or…?" I piqued, and he smirked.

"There are six in my summoning contract – Absolution, Amaterasu, Osorekyoshi, Mizuhanshi, Ankoku, and Manda. You'll meet the rest of them later, if I'm feeling rather pinched for fun," he smirked.

"As you wish, my lord," I said as a particularly dark set of chills ran down the very fiber of my being.

As the days passed into weeks, the light in Orochimaru-sama's eyes began to die. I realized he was losing hope of ever seeing Sarah alive again in our world. It grew steadily worse, and he began eating less and getting sick worse and more often. I began giving him medicine in his soup to help him forget, a medicine that would drop its effects at her chakra signature returning home. Slowly, ever so slowly, he returned home. It took months, but I'd finally gotten him over his final heartbreak. I felt like a champ.

"Are there any serial rapists I need to kill?" he asked one day, and I gagged as a particularly nasty one came to mind that I'd discovered while he was gone.

"Yes, my lord. A man was thirteen when his daughter was born, and he kept getting his wife pregnant until said daughter was thirteen. He then killed his wife and impregnated his teenage daughter and repeated the process that he did with his wife, only he spared her life. He raped each and every one of his daughters when they hit puberty. He had thirteen children with each one of his…spouses, so to speak. You see, it was the oldest ones he married. through his original wife, he had seven daughters and six sons. Through his second wife, there were fourteen daughters and four sons. When the oldest of these nine daughters turned thirteen, he raped her like he had her mother and made her his third wife. By this time, however, the women in the clan had all warned the younger girls to beg and run away before their father hurt them like he did all his other little girls. She tried to run away – he raped her, then shoved a beer bottle in the location he'd just invaded. She became pregnant, like all the others," I began, and I saw my master's eyes fill with disgust.

"Give me a chart of the genetics," he said quickly, and I nodded.

Husband – First (original) wife at thirteen, – 13 children, seven female, six male

Female One (second wife at 27) – 18 children, 14 female, four male (sets of twins)

Female Two – 13 children, 10 female, 3 male

Female Three (deceased, childbirth) – Twenty-five children – thirteen female, twelve male (twins, one stillborn)

Female Four (suicide after giving birth) – 1 child – male

Female Five – nine children, 1 female, eight male

Female Six – 12 children, 3 female, 9 male

Female Seven – twenty-eight children, all deceased (she commit genocide)

Wife Two, Shoko (See Female One above) – he begins raping them at age ten

Female One (third wife at 40) – 39 children, all triplets, 20 female, 19 male

Female Two – 13 children, 3 female, 10 male

Female Three (deceased, childbirth) – 45 children – twenty female, fifteen male (triplets and quadruplets)

Female Four – barren, destroyed own womb in attempt to escape, but failed

Female Five – nine children, 1 female, eight male

Female Six – 18 children, 9 each

Female Seven – 14 children, 7 each

Female Eight – 24 children, 12 each

Female Nine – 3 children, all male, attempted murder when her father came in a fourth time

Female Ten – 20 children, ten each

Female Eleven – 22 children, eleven each

Female Twelve – 24 children, 12 each

Female Thirteen, Tsunami – 50 children, sets of quadruplets & triplets, 30 female, 20 male

Female Fourteen – 28 children, 14 each

"In short, Orochimaru-sama, he's got hundreds of descendants, literally. He raped the daughters of his wives continually, but only impregnated his granddaughters once one he hit his third wife. He's about to marry his great-granddaughter-daughter combination. Should I intervene?" I asked, and he stared at me.

"No – I shall intervene myself," he said quickly as he turned back to my notes. "Kabuto, how many children total does he have including any and all pregnancies that he's forced upon his…daughters?"

"Ah, an exact number? Ah, let me see here…this might take a bit…" I said hesitantly, pulling out a piece of paper to do the math. "Let's see, four hundred children through his wives, not including the twenty eight that are all dead. Then there's the one each from the daughters that are in the four hundred, and that is, 207 daughters that he raped, including the ones that I just mentioned before in the list. In short, that's about six hundred children, give or take a dozen. That is probably inaccurate, my lord, but that's the best hypothesis I can give you, rest assured."

"Damn," he gasped before shuddering. "I'd hate to one of them. Imagine, you mother being your sister and her mother also being your sister, and your father being everyone's father. I would hate that. I'm surprised he's not dead yet."

"He keeps his room locked at night in the basement and rapes the girls all night long. We only know because one of the small boys came crying to Tayuya that his mom was his sister," I reported heavily.

"I see," he murmured, actually feeling almost a smidge of sorrow for these fools. He laughed, forcing the emotion away. "Let's go see what this sick bastard is going to do, ne?"

"Yes, my lord!" I replied quickly. I could tell he was trying to destroy his emotions now more so than ever before now that he'd lost Sarah-sama. I wondered vaguely if she'd ever forgive him or if he would hunt her down and treat her like a prisoner and rape her into bearing more of his children.

"Kabuto," he said as we ran to the village. "She'll die."

"Sir?" I asked. "Who?"

"Sarah," he smiled, and turned to face me, a strange light dancing in his eyes that didn't look natural, even for him. Something wasn't right, not at all. That light wasn't the light that was there when he'd killed the Third Hokage. Perhaps it was just a misunderstanding blown out of control…ah, if only it were just that.

"Orochimaru-sama!" a twelve year old girl said, one of the 50 children from a single woman. "How may we serve you? Is something wrong?"

"Little one, what is your name?" Orochimaru asked kindly, and the girl furrowed her brow.

"T-Tanekechi Sukui, my lord," she stammered. Seed Selfish? How ironic for a last name, I'd thought.

"And your mother's?"

"Tanekechi Tsunami," she said in confusion. "My grandmother was Tanekechi Shoko." Tsunami as in giant wave, and Shoko as in evidence – these guys must have been obsessed with using irony for names.

"And your great-grandmother?" he asked, and she looked at him scared.

"I-Tanekechi Gishiki," she murmured. Gishiki meant ceremony, so what the hell was going on around here? People knew and let hundreds, maybe even thousands of people get sexually and mentally abused their whole lives? What kind of sick and twisted clan was this?

"I see. Let me in, Tanekechi Sukui," he ordered, and she flinched. "Let me in."

"I – I'm forbidden to, my lord. My father will kill me," she murmured.

"Your father is the father to everyone in your entire family except himself. You know that, right?" I asked her, and she stared at me for a few seconds before fainting. "Well, that did the trick."

"Kabuto, take her back to the hideout. I want a private word with the head of this household," he said, and I picked the small twelve year old up. The poor girl had no idea that so much of her father's genetics ran through her entire clan's veins up until I told her.

"Yes, my lord," I said before leaving with the precious destroyed damsel in my arms.

Orochi PoV

I walked into the compound, wanting the girl away from her father as much as possible. If what he said was true, he really would kill her. his sons were probably brainwashed into hating and raping their sisters and mothers and who knew what else in between. I knew the man well – or, I had once. He had been one of the first ninja I'd recruited for the Sound, and I'd told him that his assignment was to father as many children as he could and to have his children become parents as quickly as legally possible within the limits of love and puberty. I hadn't expected him to take it this far into insanity.

"Tanekechi Okonai!" I yelled out, and his descendants all froze in fear of me. they knew who I was, they knew to fear me. they knew that since Sarah wasn't nearby, they were screwed if they uncovered my full wrath.

"Orochimaru-sama! To what do I owe this honor?" he asked, covered in sweat. He was so revolting, it disgusted even me. That was something that was almost impossible to do since I was used to seeing everything in the wars and in Kabuto and my labs.

"Your being a monster," I retorted. "What's all this I hear about your children?"

"Ah, so you like the one thousand and twenty seven descendants I have given Otogakure? I must say, I never thought it possible to bring about this much seed with my own loins, but I've done it!" he said as he led me into his bedroom. "It's quite a disappointment when my little girls decide that they don't want their daddy to make it easier for them to take their future husband's pains. Only one has commit suicide to keep from losing her virginity."

"That suicide isn't what I'm here about. It's about your attacking your own daughters and forcing them to give birth to their own half-siblings. Hundreds of women have given birth to their own siblings, and you have no shame to stop this madness? Your own children are the ones you attack to satisfy your disgusting bodily lusts?" I ranted loudly.

"I – I apologize if it is becoming too much of a problem for the other Otonin," he said, bowing even deeper.

"It's not just a problem, Okonai. You give only your sons, and keep your daughters all to yourself for sex, then throw them away when the next generation comes along, but forbid them to marry. I will be taking over this family compound, and reorganizing the family structure here. You are to gather your things and to leave this compound, never to return. You may take the fourth daughter of your second wife with you, but none other," I ordered angrily. She was the barren one, I knew, and she would be in a world of pain, but it was worth the pain she had to bear if her clan was freed.

"My lord, my only wishes were to please you and give you more Sound shinobi as quickly as I possibly could. I shall change my ways permanently, if you'll just allow me to take a different wife," he began, and I slashed his chest with the Kusanagi.

"No. I have chosen her because she is barren, not in spite of being barren," I hissed. "Gather your clan here now. I shall make the announcement of your banishment myself. Should you refuse, you shall die."

"Yes, my lord," he said bowing to the floor before gathering everyone up. When I walked out in front of his descendants, I could tell who the child of which woman was. It was disgusting, but very disappointing. I knew they were confused, but you could see the fear and worry in every female's eyes. I could see the silent question inside every female's eyes that was twelve years of age and older: Will I be the one he rapes tonight?

"People of the Tanekechi clan!" I shouted, and all eyes switched from their father to me. "I am Orochimaru, head of the Shinobi Village Hiding of the Sound where your father is a former Shinobi. I am here because of the crimes your father has committed against my village, and against you all. He has killed your first mother, Tanekechi Eba, one of my Sound Jonin, of whom thirteen of your eldest clan members called mother! That self-same day, he took his eldest daughter to wife, and began forcing her to bear his children, her half-siblings. He raped all of his new wife's sisters, and impregnated them all several times. These women aren't the only one who has paid the price for his twisted love – all of your women have. Man, woman, or children, you all have to call this man your father through genetics and are all, literally, the fruit of his loins. He is the one who forced all of your mothers to conceive you in their wombs through cruel and inhuman means of torture. He has impregnated your mothers, in some cases, even your grandmothers and great-grandmother. He is the man who has sired every single soul in this clan, sparing nobody, even the ones who are dead aside from his first wife. There are two punishments that can be given – one is banishment from Otogakure forever, never to return to look at and harm you – and the other is for him to be tortured to death. Now, I ask for your choice by a show of hands. All those who wish for your father to be banished for what he has done, raise your left hand!"

Every single male raised their hand. Not a single female raised her hand.

"All in favor for your father's death?" I asked, and every female hand shot in the air. This was going to be much harder than I thought. "Very well, since there are too many of you to count – I want you to go into groups of fifty with the same opinion. Women, take your daughters with you as best you can if that is what they wish."

The males were on one side, in a few dozen separate groups. Females were all on the other side of the compound. So much for making my job easier.

"Okonai, how many of each gender are there?" I asked, and he swallowed nervously.

"Uh, well, there're five hundred and sixty-seven daughters, and four hundred sixty sons. Why?"

"That makes it so much easier since their opinions are based on their gender," I chuckled darkly, and turned to face the confused clan. "Tanekechi clan! I have decided! Your father will perform one last service to Otogakure by retrieving something that was stolen from me, as a last chance to redeem a small part of his honor in front of all the other shinobi nations, and he shall die if the mission does not kill him!"

The clan exploded with excited cheers and shouts for joy. Not what I'd expected, yet at the same time it was. I led Okonoi away, and a female of about twenty-five dashed up to me with the attitude of a five-year old.

"I-Orochimaru-sama…" she began, and swallowed, kneeling deeply on the ground. "We, as the females of the Tanekechi clan, are forever in your debt. If there is any kind of working service we can perform such as nanny duties, cleaning, cooking, adopting, and the likewise, we will happily accept the requests as our way of saying thank you for freeing us from this monster who has imprisoned us for more years than most of us have been alive."

"What is your name?" I asked, and she seemed to be a small bit confused.

"It's Kitsui, my lord," she said as she bowed her head so low that her nose almost touched the ground.

"Kitsui, I am in need of women who are willing to bear an Uchiha clan member's child. This is on a volunteer basis only; I do not want women getting hurt that are not ready. This is forbidden to any virgin or any woman older than twenty five, do you understand?" I asked, and she nodded.

"Yes, my lord. I completely understand. I will see what my sisters and I can do. How many do you need, my lord?" she asked, and I thought about it for a few seconds. If one in four got pregnant, that was about twenty-five percent. One in five made it to adulthood. Twenty at least.

"Twenty at the least, forty at the most," I told her, and she nodded.

"We will be more than happy to serve you, our lord," she said before racing back to the other females and telling them of the need for mothers that I needed.

Some of them looked shocked, until she emphasized 'Volunteer basis only'. That calmed them down. One of her sisters dashed back up to me, in her mid-twenties.

"My lord, is there a time limit for when you need them?" she asked, and I nodded.

"A year from now he will be going home. I want at least twenty of you pregnant with his child before he goes home," I ordered, and she nodded.

"It would be an honor, my lord," she said once more. "My lord," she said hesitantly. "If it pleases him, I would like to have the honor of bearing your children. I have given all of the children I have given birth to away to my twin brother, who was born half-female, and he has willingly agreed to care for them."

"Yes, an heir would be nice," I murmured. "However, I am already married. Would you be satisfied with the position of concubine?"

"Yes, my lord! Anything to please my lord!" she said, the phrase somehow turning me on slightly.

"Very well. Follow me," I said before racing off to my hideout with Okonoi in tow.

"My lord," she gasped, and I stopped to let her catch up and to catch her breath. "I'm sorry…we aren't used to being active aside from being pregnant and caring for our children. It's all we've known."

"Which is why I have freed you," I replied steadily, and began walking away. "What is your name?"

"Tanaka, my lord," she replied. Rapture – ugh. "My father named me."

"Well, Tanaka, why don't we see how your daddy likes it when another man messes with his little girls, ne?" I teased, sauntering forwards as I led her into my room. I would have to give Tanaka Sarah's old room from when Sarah was a new Otonin that I was trying to place.

*Andrew Lloyd Webber's Phantom of the Opera. I do not own it or anything affiliated with it at all. I just used it as a metaphor/simile.

Okonai means deed. Hint hint.

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