Disclaimer: In chapter one.
Lies: Chapter Two
"Dear, dear little Sakura… I have a gift for you."
I barely glance up from my emo slump. "I don't care." I manage to inject a sincere amount of mocking venom into my voice. I'm almost proud of how bitchy and sulky I sound.
He laughs. Ugh! How can he just find everything that I say, everything that I do, so damn amusing? "God, you're annoying. Is there anything you don't find funny?"
"Hmm… Jokes, usually. They're often so," he hesitates, searching for the right word. "Crude. There are very few clever jokes out there."
I can't believe he actually answers the totally rhetorical questions I throw at him. This isn't the first time he's given an apparently totally serious answer to a totally not serious question.
"So you just find my helplessness amusing, then. How is that intelligent?"
I can't help but glance up at him now, because for once I'm actually curious to hear his answer.
He shrugs elegantly and makes an indeterminate noise that tells me he isn't really sure. I can't quite believe that but, whatever. I shouldn't be making almost-civil with the bastard who's keeping me chained in his compound.
"Now, back to the present I have for you…" He stops before me and I refrain – barely – from recoiling from his closeness.
"You put any part of you anywhere near my mouth and I'm gonna bite it off, got it?"
He snorts and gives me a reproving look. Wow. I think I just managed to offend him. Amazing.
I shrug, almost embarrassed by my unnecessary outburst, but he's ignoring me now- making a series of complex hand signs.
I can't help the pang of envy that hits me as I watch his dextrous, elegant hands form whatever weird signs he's making so rapidly that I can scarcely follow them with my eyes.
"Jesus…" I breathe, staring with shameless awe.
His only reaction is to smirk slightly, but I get the feeling he would be preening insufferably if he weren't concentrating so hard.
Eventually he slows and then stops. I wonder if his fingers and wrists are sore and the procedure for easing muscle pain flashes through my head before I can stop it. It's become second nature now, healing. I can't see a limp without running through my mind the possible causes and cures- and flesh wounds? My fingers tingle with anticipation just at the thought of knitting skin and muscles and veins back together. I am a healer now, through and through. I'm almost addicted to the rush of holding lives in my hands, of bringing people back from the brink of death. It's like some insanely powerful drug and I don't ever want to give it up.
I come back to my current reality with a thud and Orochimaru is standing before me, smirking, eyes glowing with pride and anticipation and amusement. I think those emotions are, in fact, the only ones he is capable of feeling. Apart from, you know, power-lust, blood-lust and, no doubt, every other kind of lust there is. I have formed a strong opinion that he just wants. Anything and everything.
"What?" I snap, nearly squirming under his gaze. I don't want him this close to me. Nor do I want his eyes on me.
"You'll see," he says, voice lilting and full of repressed emotion.
Whatever.
AN: Two chapters in one night, albeit very short ones XD Lmk your thoughts/if you see any mistake, etc.