When Kagura woke up the next morning, she found herself in a completely different room and on a more comfortable bed… Next to Orochimaru.

She gasped and fell out of the bed in her shock. Orochimaru smirked down at her as he leaned on his elbow, his naked and toned chest sticking out of the covers as his long black hair draped around him.

She glanced down at herself, relieved that she was completely clothed, and looked back up at Orochimaru.

He chuckled darkly, pushing the covers off himself completely. Kagura stood up slowly as he got off the bed –thankfully wearing trousers- and backed her up against the wall. She blushed and glared at the same time.

"You killed my family. I won't forgive you," she muttered. Orochimaru smirked.

"Oh? But you have, my little dancer," he taunted. She looked up at him, still blushing heavily. It was true. Kagura did forgive him.

"Shut up," she muttered. Orochimaru frowned and roughly pinned her by the neck against the wall.

"Watch your tone with me," he hissed. Kagura smirked, glad that he wasn't acting all 'nice'.

"Oh? Whatcha gonna do, hmm, Snakey-poo?" she taunted, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

Orochimaru leaned down to her neck, biting it roughly.

Kagura gasped, grasping at his biceps to try not to fall. Orochimaru chuckled as he released her neck and grabbed her around the waist.

"Curse… Mark…?" enquired Kagura hoarsely, leaning on to him for support. He'd literally taken her breath away.

He chuckled darkly.

"No. Ownership Mark. Proof that you belong to me."

Kagura's eyes widened.

Is he… Serious…?

She found herself suddenly wrapping her arms around him, not knowing why.

"Orochimaru… Why are so different with me?"

He chuckled lowly.

"Because you're useless, yet you are mine. You're the only person in Otogakure that belongs to me without a use…" he said, his voice slightly dark. "Not to mention, I have watched you growing up. You are my woman."

He picked her up suddenly and pinned her against a wall again, his expression serious and threatening. She gasped again.

"What the-?!"

"… And in being my woman, no other man is allowed to touch you."

She would have laughed if he wasn't serious. This was his way of showing his possessiveness and jealousy at the thought of anyone else.

"Hmm…? You think I'd allow anyone to touch me?" she taunted.

Orochimaru smirked cruelly.

"If you do, you will regret it."

Kagura sighed.

"But you know I won't."

Orochimaru's smirk turned into a half-smile, half-smirk.

"I do know…"

He let her down and his tongue briefly grazed the crook of her neck.

"I… I have a request…" she said suddenly. Orochimaru looked at her, his eyebrow raised.

"Oh? What would that be?"

"Shopping for real clothes. I can't walk around looking like this."

Orochimaru frowned.

"That's true. Others would look at you… Kabuto will buy you clothes. For now, you won't leave this lair."

Kagura sighed. This was the best she was gonna get.

"Fine."

* * *

Kagura walked through the hallways absent-mindedly. Orochimaru was busy doing whatever, and she was bored.

She bumped into a man, and looked up.

"Ah, sorry."

He was with another.

"Ooh, look what we have here, Ichijiro!" he jeered. Kagura frowned.

"A hot babe, Kenjiro!" yelled the other one enthusiastically. Kagura rolled her eyes.

"Move or die."

They looked at her with smirks… And charged.

Kagura smirked and swirled on her right toes, two air-made fans in hand as she sliced their shoulders.

"That was my second warning."

The men whimpered and ran off.

"You made fans out of thin-air…"

Kagura turned to see Kabuto standing behind her, a bag in hand. She nodded.

"I did."

Kabuto handed over the bag.

"Clothes."

"Thanks."

He pushed his glasses up and looked at her.

"How did you make those fans?"

"Out of air. It's all about chakra control."

He smirked.

"I see. By the way, you now room with Orochimaru-sama."

He walked away before she could say anything. Her jaw dropped and then she frowned.

She walked to Orochimaru's room and unloaded the clothes into the wardrobe.

She picked out a pair of blue jeans and a black t-shirt and changed into those, feeling more comfortable. She slipped on a pair of black ankle socks and black converse.

She then left Orochimaru's (and now her) new room.

She walked through the halls until she reached a door.

She opened it and was pleasantly surprised to find that it led to a garden. With a smile, she walked out to that garden and sat on a bench enjoying the sun.

"Ah… Nice day!" she said, stretching.

I should want to escape, but I don't. I fell for Orochimaru so easily… He also fell unexpectedly easily for me, too… Could it be that I'm just his type? Or is he playing with me? How do I know he really likes me, anyhow?

Orochimaru: I feel totally Out-of-Character. =/

Me: ... Well, this is just how I imagined you if you ever fell in love. -.-

Orochimaru: I guess. But I cannot love.

Me: Then why'd you ask for a story?!

Orochimaru: ... Shut up.

Me: Besides, you have fan girls. Even if they'll slaughter me for the O-o-C-ness... v.v

Itachi: No, they won't. They understand that it's hard to write about Orochimaru in love. The fan girls are all nice.

Me: Still... I hope they don't hate me for slaughtering his personality. XP

Naruto: Enough whining. That's all for now, -ttebayo! =D