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By Sakura (aka L-sama no miko)

Disclaimer: Naruto is owned by an utter genius. I do not. If I did, Sasuke-teme would NEVER even exist and Naruto'd be Hokage by now.

Author's Warning: This is extremely AU so almost everyone is going to be OOC at some time or another. Don't come crying to me about how I wrote some of the characters wrong. Also this is my first Naruto ficcie so please be kind.

"Won't you reconsider?" the old man asked his former student.

The black haired man scowled at his sensei. "It was your precious people who did it!" he spat back, "They murdered the only thing that mattered to me in this pathetic world and you just sat by and let them do it!"

Sarutobi sighed, "I had no choice," he said defeatedly, "Not even I cannot go against the council. You know that. Besides there would always have been the chance that that demon could have attacked us."

"So you decided to murder him! Minato was more than willing to leave you all alone! Yet you killed him just because he wasn't one of us!"

"Orochimaru…" the village leader began.

"I'm not listening to any of your lame excuses any more, sensei," the ninja spat venomously. He knew the real reason why they murdered his only true friend. It was to punish him for even daring to associate with a demon, let alone have a relationship with one.

"I'm leaving this disgusting pack of animals and mark my words, you'll live to regret killing him!" With that, the greatest ninja Fire Country had ever seen vanished in flurry of dead leaves.

"May the gods have mercy on us all," Sarutobi said forlornly before heading back to his tower.

The long haired ninja glanced at the torii adorned with ornate snake statues wrapping around its sides. It was surprising to see a shrine dedicated to the now almost forgotten snake goddess in such good condition.

Deciding he had nothing better to do, and the teeniest bit curious, Orochimaru began the steep climb up the stairs. About fifteen minutes later, he reached the shrine itself and cautiously stepped through the doors. He wasn't surprised to see no one there since worship of this particular deity died out long before he was born. He was however, surprised to see a well polished altar and practically brand new incense burner upon it. Upon closer inspection, he saw a beautifully carved alabaster bowl next to the incense burner.

He didn't know what possessed him, but he called upon a tiny bit of his chakra and ignited the incense. The smell of heady perfume soon floated on the air. Seeing that he had nothing else to offer, he took out a kunai and dragged it against his wrist and let the crimson liquid flow from it into the alabaster bowl.

He wasn't a religious person, in fact he found it to be rather pointless and useless. But still, he felt compelled to pray for his friend's soul for some reason. He prayed for Minato and his clan to find peace, but he also prayed for a chance at revenge. He knew he wouldn't want that of him, but he felt the people of that disgusting village deserved to be punished for what they had done.

"It's been a while since anyone dared to enter here, let alone pray," a feminine voice said from behind him.

Cursing for letting his guard down, Orochimaru grabbed the sword at his side and whirled around, only to stop in mid strike. Before him stood the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. Her golden eyes had him entranced the moment he made contact with them. Her long dark hair had been done up in an elaborate style several centuries old and the two toned green kimono made her pale skin glow even more brightly.

"It is revenge you wish for is it not?" she asked smiling, a snake's smile.

"Y-Yes," he said, finally able to find his voice. "They murdered – "

"Yes I know," the goddess said in sympathy, "Then you shall have it." Orochimaru looked at her stunned, not fully understanding what it was she had said. "Yours is the first offering I've had in these many long years," she went on. "I am pleased. Very pleased. As a reward, I shall give you the power you desire."

The man's eyes narrowed, "What's the catch?" he asked.

The goddess laughed wholeheartedly. The sound was just as musical as she was lovely to look at. "None at all. As I had said, it has been so long since a mortal has come to pray for my help. Besides, I'm in generous mood."

He regarded her for a few moments, trying to ascertain her true intentions. After being unable to find any deceit or ulterior motives, the normally proud and haughty ninja bowed. "Thank you, my lady," he said genuinely humbled and grateful.

"You shall have what you desire in the morning," she said still smiling that snake's smile, "Why not rest here until then. I am sure you are tired and hungry as well."

He was about to decline, but Orochimaru suddenly found that he was indeed tired. "You are too kind, my lady," he said again only to find that the goddess had vanished, leaving not a single trace of her ever being there. Shrugging the strange occurrence off, Orochimaru went off in search of a place to rest and food to eat for the night.

He woke the next morning feeling well rested, yet he couldn't shake the odd sensations he was currently feeling. His entire body was tingling. The long haired ninja rolled over to push himself up off the futon he'd find laid out for him only to find that his legs wouldn't move. Alarmed, he glanced around and saw no signs of anyone having entered the shrine while he slept. He then glanced down to set what had gotten tangled on his legs. He let out a gasp when he saw that instead of legs, he now had an enormous snake's tail for his lower half, the amethyst, ebony and silver scales glittering in the pale light seeping through the shuttered windows.

"I should have known," he muttered to himself, "Generous mood indeed."

It had taken him almost half an hour to get used to his new form. Instead of cursing the mischievous goddess for his current fate, Orochimaru decided that being a snake demon now could very well work to his advantage. With a smug and satisfied smirk plastered on his face, the naga slithered from the shrine.

Had he had stopped to look behind, he'd see nothing, for the shrine and torii had completely vanished by the time he crawled through the gate.

The old tired eyes of the current Hokage widened at shock upon recognizing the face of the demon that had been attacking the village. "What have you done, Orochimaru?" he asked.

The naga smirked, enjoying the screams from the villager currently trapped in his coils as well as the pain in his former teacher's eyes. "Do you like it, sensei?" he asked as if he were asking about the weather. "The perfect form for me to have my revenge."

"I pity you," Sarutobi said, grimly. "Let the girl go. Stop this meaningless violence," he pleaded.

"Oh I'll stop, as soon as all of you disgusting ningen are dead!" With that he squeezed his coils, popping the girl like one would a pimple. He was about to lash at the Hokage with his tail when one of the Anbu dropped down in between them.

"I have a message from the council," he announced, unafraid in spite of his chest was now trapped in Orochimaru's coils.

"I'm listening," the naga said with a bored tone.

"We are prepared to offer you a-a sacrifice," the ninja stammered, he didn't like what the council was planning, not one bit.

"Oh?" Orochimaru said, genuinely curious at this new turn of events.

"W-We will give you the one w-who struck the f-final blow on t-the kitsune demon, if you accept, you must cease y-your attack on Konohagakure."

"Well that most certainly is an intriguing offer," the naga said, smirking evilly.

"I won't allow it!" protested the old man.

"Ah, but sensei, you said it yourself, 'even I cannot go against the council'," Orochimaru said, throwing his earlier words back at him. "I accept," he said, "However, I'm the one making deals here. Tell your masters that if I do not receive a sacrifice – let's say a nice young, juicy child – every six months, I will continue attacking their precious Konoha until every last man, woman, and child has ceased breathing."

He then released the Anbu warrior who immediately vanished to deliver the reply.

"They'll never agree," Sarutobi said, glaring at the monster his student had become.

"We shall see, we shall see," he said in his now hissing voice. About an hour later, the same Anbu officer had returned. "Well?" the naga prodded.

"W-We accept," he stammered. The Hokage stared at him utterly stunned but not that much surprised, the council always did care more about the village itself than the people living in it. "Y-You'll get your first sacrifice by the summer solstice."

"Make sure you aren't late," spat the naga as he turned and began to slither away.

"They've gone too far this time," Sarutobi said in disgust as he too left, heartbroken for his village, and the once brilliant man that had been his student.

Fire Country, 20 years later…

The blond hanyou cursed his fate yet again for the umpteenth time that day. 'I can't believe I let this happen! What'd I ever do to them!' He groaned and winced as the thick coarse ropes chafed and dug into his lightly tanned skin. 'Did they have to take my clothes too!' he whined, blushing profusely once again as he found the ropes held him tight to the thick poles and thus effectively restraining any movement of any sort. He really needed to cover himself before he died of embarrassment if anyone saw him.

"And they called me 'monster,'" he spat bitterly, refusing to let the tears welling up in his sapphire eyes to fall. "Damned ningen." He closed his eyes, his mind going over the past few hours for the hundredth time, trying to figure out what he did wrong or which god he'd managed to p.o. to deserve such harsh treatment.

Flashback

The kitsune hanyou had been sitting in his favorite tree overlooking the village of Konohagakure. He knew they'd never accept him and let him in, but he couldn't help watch the humans mill about as they went on their daily business. He found them fascinating. Especially those who walked about as a couple or family.

He was alone you see. His parents, who he never knew, had died when he was born. He'd never known what it was like to have someone to care for him. True there were the wild kitsune who liked to frolic with him and the old vixen who had taken him in and raised him even though he was neither animal, human, or demon. He had loved that old kitsune, but it wasn't the same. He needed someone who was like him. He had hoped to find that someone in the nearby ningen settlement, but they had squashed that hope real quick the first time he tried entering through the gates. Once the ninja on guard had seen his kitsune ears, they immediately chased him away.

He soon realized that he'd never be able to walk among them. So, like any kitsune would, he began sneaking into the village at night. At first he'd search for someone to be friends with but not a single human would let him near. Finding that these humans were nothing but fools, he began stealing various things, hence the orange and blue jumpsuit he was currently wearing, or playing various pranks, again just like any other kitsune would, demon or otherwise.

"There's the monster!" a voice called, dragging the hanyou out of his reverie. He glanced down to see a mob of ningen glaring up at him, most of which were fully armed and ready to kill ninja.

"Damn!" he swore and started dashing through the treetops, not wanting to be caught by the angry mob.

"Don't let him get away!" yelled a ninja with a scar across the bridge of his nose.

The other ninja ran after the kitsune hanyou, some leaping onto the trees while the rest ran alongside them below.

The blond panted, every breath hurt as he leant against the tree. The Konoha ninja had run him ragged and he was desperate to get back to his den, which was a few mere feet away. He decided to catch his breath since he was practically home free.

How wrong he was. There was a brief blinding flash followed by a quick whoosh and the poor tired kitsune boy found himself pinned to the tree. Glancing around he saw that several kunai had pierced through the fabric of the jumpsuit, making any escape impossible since he never learned to use his kitsune demon powers for his entire clan had been wiped out since before he was born.

The kitsune hanyou tried glaring and snarling at the grinning and smug ninja as they advanced on him. "You're not so fierce now are you kitsune?" spat one with shoulder length white hair.

"Are you sure this is the right thing to do?" asked a pink haired kunoichi about thirteen. "I mean he's never really done anything that bad."

"He's still part demon," said another white haired ninja coldly, his face hidden behind a mask and his forehead protector so that only one eye showed. "Besides if we don't do it, 'he'll' attack the village or we'd be forced to give up one of our own. Do you really want that Sakura-chan?"

The pink haired girl glanced between her sensei and the still snarling struggling blond boy, obviously torn between doing what she felt was right – letting the boy go – and what was necessary for the safety of her home.

"Enough stalling!" yelled the first white haired ninja. "Let's get him down from there and get this over with."

"But…" Sakura started again, earning a glare from the man.

"'He' won't mind anyway," he sneered, "They'd get along fine since they're both monsters!" The white haired ninja began laughing gleefully.

The poor blond whimpered, his reddish gold kitsune ears laying back against the sun silk hair, seeing that his snarls and growls were not intimidating them. 'I'm in serious crap,' he thought as the ninja began to advance on him again, kunai and various weapons drawn in case he'd try to fight again.

It was a half hour later when the ninja dragged the blond kicking and screaming into the village center. The ningen would jeer and sneer at the poor hanyou as they chucked various bits of rubbish and rotten food at him while he was lead on a chakra enhanced lease like someone's dog.

At the center there was a makeshift square platform, raised high enough so that all who gathered around it could have a clear view. The platform was bare except for a table with a black urn in the middle. Standing in a line behind the table were seven children between the ages of 12-15. Most of them were nervously shifting on their feet. This was the day one of them would have to leave Konohagakure – for good. None of them knew why every six months they were forced to watch a friend leave, but what they did know was that whoever had been chosen by this sick lottery was never seen again.

They looked up at the still protesting kitsune boy as he was forced to stand by the urn. Some of them – most of the boys – just sneered at him, hoping he'd be the one to be picked. Two girls, a pink haired on and a fearful brunette with pupilless lavender eyes looked at the hanyou in pity. They didn't want this sick farce forced on anyone.

One of the villages Anbu officers grabbed the blond's arm and forced his hand into the urn, an evil, sadistic smirk on his face. After he made sure the hanyou had grabbed hold of one of the stones hidden inside, he roughly yanked it back out. The blond yelped in pain, too tired to fight back. Taking the stone from the kitsune boy, the Anbu officer held it up for the village to see. It was jet black – the hanyou had been chosen for the next sacrifice.

There was an enormous cheer as many of the villagers felt relief at the fact that their children had been saved. At least for another six months. The ninja guarding the platform smirked smugly to themselves. No one would ever realize that the lottery had been fixed this time. All the stones in the urn were black.

End Flashback

"Why do they have to hate me so much?" the blond wailed again, the tears falling freely having finally won the battle.

"Because they're ignorant fools," hissed a voice from behind.

The kitsune hanyou jerked in his bounds and yelped in pain as the ropes dug deeper into his skin, causing his blood to flow down his arms and ankles.

"They really outdid themselves this time," the voice said again, closer this time. "You're quite the delicious looking morsel."

The boy stiffened as he felt arms wrap around his waist and warm breath ghost along his neck. "You're gonna kill me aren't you?" he asked.

There was a brief chuckle from the person behind him. "Whatever gave you that idea?" he asked with that hissing voice of his. "I intend on having some fun with you for quite the while yet." That caused the boy to go stiff again as well as blush as red as the setting sun. He may not be the smartest kitsune in fire country, but he wasn't that naïve. "I won't hurt you," his assailant hissed again. "I'd much rather have you willing anyway."

"Ain't gonna happen!" the blond spat defiantly.

There was another chuckle. "We'll see, little kitsune," the man said, an obvious smirk in his voice. He spat onto the ropes restraining the boy's arms and quickly caught him as he fell backwards.

"What the!" the hanyou sputtered as he watched the acidic spittle eat at the ropes binding his ankles.

There was a brief intake of breath as his captor got a good look at the boy's face. "Minato!" he asked, surprised to see his long dead friend looking back at him with wide, fear filled eyes.

"Hey!" the hanyou said using his captor's shock to attempt to escape. "I don't know who you think I am, but the name's Naruto. Na-ru-to. Thanks for getting me down from there by the way, see ya!" He managed to drop out of the pale arms and started running from the clearing.

Snapping back to reality, the man cursed himself for letting his prey escape. There was a swishing sound as something purple, black, and silver flew toward the fleeing boy. Naruto let out a surprised yelp as he found himself falling face down onto the forest ground. He struggled to fight against whatever it was pulling him back to the poles only to scrape his bare chest and legs against several twigs lying on the ground. Knowing he was beat, he relaxed and let himself be dragged and lifted back into the pale arms of his captor.

"Nice try little one, but you're coming with me," his captor said, holding him firmly in his arms, but not too hard as to bruise.

Now that he was free to look around without much pain, the blond glanced at this strange man. He was mesmerized by the golden snake like eyes set in his pale face as well as the long silky looking black hair draping his shoulders. But what held his attention the most was the amethyst, ebony and silver scales of the man's lower half. 'So that's what got me,' Naruto mused, 'This guy's part snake!'

"Y-You're a demon too!"

The naga laughed. "Many have called me that, but then again, it's pretty obvious isn't it?"

The blond blushed and laughed sheepishly, "Yeah it is," he said. "Um… what's your name?"

Taken aback by the blond's sudden lack of fear, it was several moments before the naga replied. "Orochimaru."

"Nice to meet ya Orochimaru. So, um…"

Chuckling at the kitsune boy's shyness, Orochimaru began slithering back to his current home. "Naruto was it?" he asked, pausing to stroke one whiskered cheek with the tip of his tail. The blond nodded, shivering slightly at the sudden and oddly affectionate touch. "I meant what I said before, I will not harm you. That is as long as you behave yourself and do as I say." 'He looks so much like my Minato. Just who is this boy?'

The blond looked as if he were considering the naga's demand. "You're not gonna let me go if I say no are you?" he said forlornly, looking away from those golden eyes.

"'Fraid not," Orochimaru replied smirking amusedly. "Those fools gave you to me so you're mine now."

"You… you promise not to hurt me? You're not gonna kill me, right?"

The naga smiled warmly at the blond bundle in his arms. "As long as you're a good boy."

Naruto sighed, it seemed that he really did have no choice in this matter. "I guess it coulda been worse," he said, resigning himself to being the captive of a snake demon, albeit a rather good looking one at that.

Orochimaru let out another laugh as he started back to his base.

"Welcome back, Orochimaru-sama," a pale haired boy about nineteen or twenty greeted, bowing slightly. "It would seem they still fear you after all these years," he said, noticing blond bundle sleeping in the naga's arms.

"As much as that council disgusts me," hissed the long haired naga, "I must admit they do have some taste."

"Indeed Orochimaru-sama," the boy said carefully taking the sleeping Naruto from his master. "I'm sure it'll be quite the while before I'd be able to have a taste, ne?" he said, his dark eyes taking on a reddish glow as twin fangs peeked between the pale lips.

There was a dangerous glint in the naga's golden eyes and the kyuuketsuki froze, knowing full well never to cross an angry snake. "Lay a finger on him Kabuto-kun and you'll be begging for death by the time I'm through with you," Orochimaru hissed in warning.

The kyuuketsuki gulped before bowing his head. "Understood, Orochimaru-sama," he said, turning to take the boy to his infirmary for a thorough check up.

The naga just smirked and slithered from the cave system that was currently his home in search of something to eat.

Once Orochimaru was out of sight, a boy with raven black hair and equally black feathered wings stepped from the shadows he'd been hiding in. His normally black eyes were currently glowing an eerie blood red as he fumed at this new turn of events.

It had never bothered the tengu boy before when his 'sensei' brought back a sacrifice from Konohagakure. After all, the snake demon would just have his fun with the ningen then dump it on his pet kyuuketsuki to do as he pleased with when he had finally grown tired of it. But this time, he could see it was going to be different.

For one, Orochimaru had been carrying the boy like he was a fine porcelain doll, liable to break at the slightest jolt. He'd never done that before, he always had his victims slung over one shoulder like a sack of potatoes. And two, he'd practically denied the kyuuketsuki any future fun with him. Why! That was the one question that continued to run over and over in his mind.

'What's so special about that thing, anyway?' he wondered jealously, 'That snake never showed any care toward anyone except me. And that was only when he's teaching me. So why now? Why him! Why this human!'

"Hn!" he muttered, choosing to stretch his wings as well as in search of some fool human to blow some steam with.

"Good, Naruto-kun," the naga said proudly, when the kitsune hanyou had finally mastered the sen'ei jashu.

"Alright! I did it!" the blond crowed, pumping a fist in his air as dozens of snakes struck the tree, instantly killing the young sapling. "So what's next 'rochi-sama?"

Orochimaru chuckled at the boy's eagerness to learn. "Let's rest first for a bit," he said, earning a pout from the blond, but Naruto complied letting the naga lead them over to the other edge of the clearing.

"My, getting jealous are we?" came a voice from the cave's entrance.

"Hn," was the young tengu's response, choosing to ignore the kyuuketsuki hiding inside. He had been watching the training, leaning against the cave wall. Actually it was more glaring at the blond then watching. It had been two weeks now, and his sensei had yet to continue his training. It was always that kitsune! Ever since Orochimaru had brought him to the base, he hardly ever saw the naga anymore. What even made him angrier was that it was always 'Naruto this, Naruto that.' As far as the tengu could tell, the hanyou was a complete idiot. What had taken him only a few days took the kitsune boy two weeks to finally master.

'What makes him so damned special!' he fumed, 'That snake bastard had better remember it's me he's supposed to be training not that dobe!' He slammed a fist against the cave wall, making a slight dent in the rock at what he saw next. The naga had the blond in his lap – that wasn't what had bothered him for Orochimaru often played with the other Konoha sacrifices like that. What did tick him off was that the kitsune boy was not only enjoying it, but was actually kissing the naga back!

The tengu flew off in a rage, his normally jet black eyes now a bright blood red.

Hidden in the cave shadows, the pale haired kyuuketsuki smirked to himself. If he played his cards right, not only would he be rid of that overbearing snake, but would also have a nice delicious looking new pet to play with. Yes, things were going well indeed, he thought as he returned to the depths of the cave to where he kept his secret stash.

"'Rochi-sama?" the blond hanyou asked after letting the naga settle him in his lap after comfortably leaning against a tree.

"Hmm?"

"Who's Minato? You keep callin' me that in your sleep sometimes."

A sad smile came on the naga's pale face as he sighed. "He was someone precious to me," he replied stroking the sun silk hair. "You could say he was my best friend."

"Oh." There were a few moments of silence before the kitsune boy spoke again. "What happened to him?"

"'Rochi-sama?" he asked again when he got no reply from his master turned sensei.

"Those same bastards that gave you to me murdered him," he hissed venomously, making the blond stiffen against him.

"W-Why!" he squeaked.

"To punish me, and because he was like you… a kitsune demon."

The blond gasped, surprised to learn that there had been at least one other of his kind. He'd been told that all of the kitsune demons in the forests of Fire Country had been wiped out. "I-I'm sorry," he sniffled. "But why did you say they wanted to punish you?"

Sighing again, he pulled the boy closer, afraid he'd disappear like Minato. "I wasn't always like this," he said with a hint of sadness.

Curious sapphire eyes looked back up at him, glistening with unshed tears. The naga gave a small smile before launching into the tale of how he'd come across the Snake Goddess' shrine, meeting with the goddess herself, and then waking up to find that he was now no longer human.

"So this snake lady made you like this?" the blond asked.

"Yes. And I would have her do it again."

"But why? It'd just get more people hurt!" the kitsune protested. The way he saw it, revenge was nothing but trouble.

"Even so," the naga said turning the blond around so that they were face to face. "I'd do it all over, if it meant I'd have you." Naruto's eyes widened as he began blushing. Orochimaru titled the hanyou's face up towards his. "You look like him," he said running a thumb along one whiskered cheek, "my Minato." In an instant, the naga's lips were pressed against the kitsune boy's.

Naruto was frozen with shock, his eyes wider than they've ever been as the naga continued to kiss him. He felt the forked tongue of the snake demon run lightly along his bottom lip and he shivered. It was then that he realized he had begun to have feelings for Orochimaru that had been slowly growing over these past two weeks.

Not one being able to remain still for long, the blond hanyou wrapped his arms around the naga's neck and began to return the kiss.

The tengu smirked triumphantly. It had been a maddening month, at least for him anyway. The naga had all but ignored him choosing instead to spend all his time with that idiot kitsune. He was supposed to be learning how to become stronger so he could kill his traitorous half brother brother, not being forced to sit and watch some old pervert get it on with someone twenty years his junior!

Seeing that his 'sensei' had obviously lost it and was no longer going to train him, he had decided to just get rid of the naga. But of course he could do nothing, not until 'it' was ready. It had indeed been maddening, especially having to watch the snake freak dote over a hanyou no less, but well worth the wait.

Orochimaru was now lying on his pile of furs, dead. His little blond pet lying peacefully beside him, completely unaware of what had transpired.

Kabuto had been a great help in getting rid of the snake demon. It was his idea to use an antidote made from the naga's own combination of toxins that had been running around in his veins. It was a gamble really since no one had ever tried to kill a snake in such a way. He was just glad that it had worked.

Having decided that the kyuuketsuki had outlived his usefulness, the raven haired tengu promptly lopped off his head with his 'sensei's' own sword. He was about to plunge the blood soaked Kusanagi into the sleeping blond's body when he felt a familiar presence, one he hadn't expected so soon.

"What's that you've got there, otouto?" the much taller raven haired tengu/weasel halfbreed asked, looking at the sleeping blond with great interest, his weasel's tail swishing lazily behind him.

TBC

Sakura: oooo cliffy!

Kyuubi: You've got some explaining to do ningen.

Sakura: I can't explain something I don't understand myself, Kyuu-san. I have noooooooooo idea how this thing got in my head in the first place. But don't worry I wouldn't let poor Naru-chan suffer for long.

Kyuubi: You had better not. If I were you, I'd start praying that I don't get loose.

Sakura: Would it make you feel better if I got rid of Konoha for you?

Naruto: Y-You're not gonna attack us are you, crazy old kitsune hag?

Sakura: Old. Hag! Watch it gaki! I'm not that old. Tsunade's waaaaaaaaaaaay old than me!

Sasuke: Come to think of it so is Orochimaru.

Naruto: Don't remind me, teme! Ew!

Sakura: Oh? Would you prefer Ero-sennin then?

Naruto: No way! I'd rather take my chances with snake bastard.

Orochimaru: Why Naruto-kun I didn't know you felt that way about me.

Naruto: Kyyyaaa! Snake! Get it off! Get it off!

Sakura: Um… Orochi-sama, as amusing as that is, could you please not tease poor Naru-chan. I still need him for the next part.

Orochimaru: Very well then. But you owe me woman.

Sakura: Not to worry Orochi-sama. Well, you should know what to do by now minna. Gimme feedback!