First off, no, this is not a new chapter. It's a prologue. That's why its so short. I got an overwhelming response asking for a sequel, so I've been spending my time getting it ready (and doing writing for my other stories). Most of the writing still needs to be done, but the plot has been figured out so it's pretty much ready to go. But, this bit here is to introduce it. Read up, then remember to look for the new story on my profile next week. Enjoy!
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Orochimaru hissed as he sat in his chair. It maddened him that he could not even grip the arms of the chair to vent his frustrations. If he could ever find a way to bring the Sandaime back to life, he would do it, just so he could kill him over and over again. To make matters worse, this body was soon to reach it's limit, and his chosen vessel was not ready.
"That girl ruined everything! Sasuke would have been mine, but her influence has taken over. Where has that drive for revenge gone? That was my control over him!"
"I know, sir, I know," Kabuto said, wrapping new bandages around his master's withered arms. It was interesting, seeing him like this, the man who promised to help him find himself. It was even more interesting to find that someone reported to be focused on revenge was completely different. They had managed to keep their relationship very quiet. He wondered when Naruto had begun to turn Sasuke away from his path of vengeance.
"I want her dead," his master hissed, interrupting Kabuto's thoughts. "I want her out of my way, permanently." Kabuto paused in his wrapping. Kill her? Wouldn't that set the Uchiha against them? Orochimaru seldom selected a course of action without a purpose in mind, but still...
"Sir, might it not be better to-"
"Not if I can help it," Orochimaru stated, stomping his foot, feeling a rush of pleasure at still having some method to show his emotions. "Sasuke will be mine…and Uzumaki Naruto, shall die."
"Yes, Orochimaru-sama, but first, I think we should work on fixing your arms," he said, raising his hands to try and work on his arms again.
"Phah, this is beyond your abilities," the sannin said, shrugging away from his subordinate, his arms still limp at his sides. For all his skills, Kabuto was still far from healing such a unique wound. The wounds he was used to healing were more...controlled. Despite what his life had been like he didn't have the chance to learn on the battle field, one of the reasons his old teammate became as good as she was. Speaking of which... "Only one person has the ability to bring back my arms," closing his eyes as he leaned back in his chair, thinking.
"…sir?" Kabuto stared up at his master as the sannin's eyes flashed open, determination and purpose showing as he stared at his subordinate.
"Find me…Tsunade."
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And there is it, folks, the prologue for Naruto of the Sand II! I wasn't sure how I was going to handle this bit, especially since I didn't want to jump into Shippuden next. There would just be too much different, I thought, with the changes that have already happened, especially with Naruto and Sasuke being in this relationship.
This story will have several cannon events, but FemNaru will put her own spin on things, and this time around Orochimaru is out for blood. Her blood. What will that change? Just wait and see as the next installment of Naruto of the Sand begins: Vengeance of the Snake!
ps- remember, the sequel will be written as a different set of chapters, not connected to these ones, so go to my profile next week for the first chapter. Take care all!