Why?
Why do you leave me here?
Screaming and bleeding.
It's always cold.
Never warm.
You left as did the warmth.
I was screaming,
But you didn't look back.
I was bleeding but you didn't care.
Your always so cold...
(Orochi's pov)
I just sat there on the ground staring at this man, my to-san, Orochimaru. He was uqiue to look at I suppose. He long dark hair, like mine, he had golden eyes that seemed to be filled with greed and insanity. He was as pale as a ghost. "What are you looking at boy?" he asked annoyed. I lowered my head, "I'm sorry it's just, I finally get to see you." I smiled. He frowned, "Who are you?" "I'm Orochi, son of Yukiko. And your my father." his eyes widened. "Yukiko?" he looked to the ground. "Yes, don't you remember her?" I was not very happy. His golden orbs gazed back at mine, "Yes I remember her, it's been awhile since I used or much less heard her name." "Oh.." he got up and started to walk off. "Hey wait!!" I ran after him. A white haired kid stopped me, "Don't yell at lord Orochimaru!" he seemed angry. I backed off, "S-sorry..." to-san faced me. His eyes were filled with anger, "Why are so weak?" "Uh 'cus I'm just a hanyou..." he just stared. "Hanyou aren't very strong. Our blood is only half demon, we can't become as powerful as a true demon, we are not capable of being strong." his eyes grew even more angry, if that's even possible. "She can't do anything thing right..." he mumbled. My ears perked up, "Excuse me?" he looked back,
"I said, she can't do anything right. Meaning your mother, by my conditions, didn't raise you like I ordered."
'Like she ordered!? ka-san what is this man to you?' I thought it this guy was really strange.
"So me being a Hanyou is my mother's fault?! It's yours! Since your a human, your the reason I'm weak!!" I screamed.
I soon regretted what I said. The anger in his eyes wasn't any normal kind of anger, no, it was a like Hebi Oni's anger... Kimimaro glared daggers at me, making shivers go down my spine. I began to back away, like a scared animal into a conor. "I-I'm sorry..." I whispered still backing up, but to-san only advanced towards me, kunai in hand, he was going to kill me!!
(Orochimaru pov)
He was weak because of me? Ha! that's a good laugh! but also the wrong thing to say to me. Nobody called me weak and got away with it. He began stepping away from my person when Kimimaro glared at him. I was very upset with this child. Not only did Yukiko disobey me, she also didn't teach this boy any manners. I took out a kunai and continued to advance, but a howl caught my attention. There was a group of Wolf Demons on the hill above us, I could see them clearly now since the fog evaporated. I smirked and looked at Orochi. He was afraid out of his little mind. "My lord what do you wish to do?" Kimimaro asked, "Simple," I grinned, "Kill them.". Once I spoke those words he was off, taking down every one of those pathetic demons. I returned my attention to Orochi. I frowned, this is not what I expected from Yukiko. "Please don't..." he muttered, "Don't what?" I asked even though I knew the answer. "I don't wanna die..." I walked over and hit him in the vitle spot on his neck. "You come in for some use I suppose..." "Lord Orochimaru," "Hm?" I turned and there was Kimimaro, drenched in crimson, behind was the demons dead on the ground. I smirked, why couldn't he turned out like Kimimaro? owell, it doesn't matter. "Come Kimimaro, we have a new experiment."
(Demon world)
There she sat in the cold, haunting darkness awaiting some kinda of rescue. But it never seem to come. She watched the snow dance outside her window, it always seemed so beautiful to her. Remembering far back, when she was a small girl, she would always play in the snow. Hoshi hopping happily next to her. Her mother watching from among the trees. And father, always being a strange one, never was there. It was rare to see her father but now, he is always here. Soon her thoughts wandered over to her son, Orochi. Was he okay? had he found her Nii-chan? she couldn't help but laugh a bit. How foolish she was. She sent her own son off to his death.