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Oh, wow. ^^ I like that one. We get to see what could have been 'possib;e' in the two boys past. Neato!

I recently wrote this. Actually, it was just now that I finished. It's just a little one-shot drabble of Orochimaru and Sune-Kudansu Koryu (KT's character). Orochi's about 18 years old here.

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"I mean it, boy. How are you expected to take my head with so much defense in your strategy? Is this how you act on your missions?" She tucked some hair that loosened from her oriental hair clasp behind her ear. "I certainly hope not." With one hand, Sune leveled her blade to the offensive once more. She squeezed the hilt, soothingly of course. "Try again."

She's right. Orochimaru thought. His hands constricted the katana's neck after flexing his fingers. He had to observe his plans yet again, and weed out of the flaws. His mind was already calculating at head-pounding speeds, remembering his last assault to her left side. Before striking, Sune swung her blade to his face. The metal clapped against each other as Orochimaru intersected her attack. The blades recoiled from the force after impact, pushing both sword-players to bow backwards.

Orochimaru recovered first. He attacked her waist with a stinging thrust.

While arched back, she struck with an upper-cut. Orochimaru stopped his previous attack and intersected it. The block hindered him from making a hit, when she was so vulnerable. She continued to bend backwards; her palms hit the floor. Sune managed to propel her weight over her head to gain a small distance from her opponent. During the middle of her somersault, she pitched in. Sune batted her blade into his stomach.

Too much defense diluting my strategy. He winced a little from the injury. By measuring the pain, he felt the gash to be a half a foot in length and traveled over his abdomen. No muscles were damaged, it seemed. I understand.

His eyes tapered more than they already were, and locked on her own. Orochimaru slid his foot over the waxed wood planks. He parted his legs for an offensive posture, then leaned in. The katana was planted at his side and pointed to his wake. Ready to swing.

As if the wind had swept them from the ground, both sword-wielders bounded from their places, keeping very close to the ground as they treaded. Both slithered to the middle of the arena. Another clash of metal. The hum ringed throughout the dojo. Their was another clang that quickly followed. Orochimaru had tried to swipe at the woman's spleen, and she, in an instant, analyzed his offense. By turning her katana over to point at the floor, Sune weaved into his strike before it landed. The duo struggled with the crash, trying to throw one another off with pure strength. From their hands to their shoulders they quivered in stress.

The blades slipped. Sune broke the clash, shoving Orochimaru's blade to the side. She brought her blade back around in an effort to cut her opponent's head from his shoulders. Orochimaru whirled around and did the same.

Their weapons stopped at one another's throats. The back of his arm met hers.

In that moment they studied the fiery glint in one another's eyes. Hers shined a reddening ginger that stood out from her pasty visage; her face was a perfect oval, like a doll's, and as smooth and delicate looking as a piece of china. Her bottom lip was painted a dark red and shaped like the bloom of a violet. She was extraordinary, but it failed to faze Orochimaru. All he shot back to her was a solid, golden stare and a glower.

Sune shouted a ki-ai, to build force into her attack. In a split-second she freed a hand from her sword and bear-clawed her opponent in the stomach.

He felt the woman's palm and fingernails burrow into his former wound. Before having a chance to react accordingly, he felt his body continue backwards. On his spine, he skidded over the floor and to the edge of the arena, spooling right before coming to a halt.

Orochimaru kept the sword close to his chest. He never let go.

The pale nin hissed a little from the ache as he twisted onto his front, then propped himself onto his knees. One arm slapped against the floor. The other clutched his stomach.

A satisfied grin split Sune-Kudansu Koryu's face, yet she retained a mature display of emotions. Although it was hard to point out, Koryu was an aged woman, and with age comes discipline and intelligence, yet, even with such a striking appearance, anyone could feel these senior vibes radiating from her.

"That was better than before, but I still don't know how you come from your missions with minimal injuries." She scoffed.

"Sune-Kudansu-sama," Orochimaru managed to say between his gnashed teeth. "You're being a little rough today. Could it be that---" he stumbled to his feet before finishing, "you're getting stubborn on losing?" From the sudden movement, he gasped at the soreness of his incision. Why is the pain stronger than usual?

"My very young trainee, it's hard to say you've improved so much over a course of two weeks." She tucked her katana into a sheathe tied to her obi. "I am hardly struggling."

There were occasions where he couldn't read her emotions, and times where he could. Her previous spar had unraveled her feelings, so it was noted she was hiding something.

"Nonetheless, a balanced competition. Get into town before they have to fetch you." She replied coarsely. Kudansu quietly headed for a breezeway at her right. Even her stride was charming to see.

Orochimaru carefully stepped down from the stadium. Another wave of pain flushed over the rest of his senses. He seized is injury even tighter and pinched an eye shut. What on earth…?

"Oh, I forgot to mention it." Sune stopped before entering the corridor; her hand rested against the wall post whilst she turned an eye to the Shinobi. "I happened to have my snake venom extract painted on my nails today. It brings out a stunning shade of red, in my opinion. I suggest tending to that gash appropriately." And with that, the trenchant lady slipped into the passageway, grinning gently.

Still is awesome, the author updates about once every two weeks or so. ^^

What It Takes
This is one of those fanfictions that deal with, "What happened if Team 7 went back in time?" But it gets better, Kakashi and Jiraiya are along for the ride as the team gets transported back 14 years, to when Yondaime wasn't even a Hokage yet...

Ok, yesterday, I went to the store, and on my walk back, I saw a sign. It read "Proud to be an American" but the "be an" was smushed together, and read as "bean." So this phrase was stuck in my head, and eventually worked into a song, which is based off the song "Proud to be an American"

So, here's my crappy song, of which I ripped off of an existing song. It should, of course, be sung to the tune of "Proud to be an American"


Personally, I like the original better, but my version gave me a few laughs.