Rose Koneko
Author: Rose Koneko, Shadows Call
Title: Orochimaru Goes To The Beach
Category: Humor
Author's Notes: Oh noes, Orochimaru found Nemo!
Story Text:
It was hot, and Orochimaru was tired of having sex. Yes, that’s right. Orochimaru was bored with picking random people from his oto nins, and having sex with them. He knew this feeling was a lazy, summer feeling and that it would pass. Things he did day in and day out were all tiresome. The legendary sannin had experienced a long life, full of things normal people didn’t get to see. Now he wanted something new to do, to amuse himself with.
There had been a list going; harass Kabuto, have sex with Kabuto, use snakey bondage against Kabuto, harass Sasuke, have sex with Sasuke, use snakey bondage with... Well the list went on as such. Of course, there were the usual training moments to shut the Uchiha up. Or times where he buckled down and studied on such test subjects that Kabuto plucked from the mass of bodies stuck in the dungeon like caverns of his hideout
That was all not quite what he was in the mood for, but what he actually was, he couldn’t tell. Like a child told to clean his room when bored, Orochimaru wandered the halls and hoped to find a clue to appease the growing frustration without doing anything actually arduous. Plopping down in the chair in his study, he scanned the walls of books and scrolls. One that Kimimaro had liked as a child stood out, bringing a smile to the sannin’s lips. Standing, he caressed the spine, savoring the memories of the truly magnificent boy. He pulled it out and flipped through, pausing at the center where there were illustrations. A palm tree waved under the sea breeze, water sketched out in pencil and detailed so perfectly, that he could almost taste the salt in the air. Snapping the book close, he put it back, finally finding something that interested him.
Kabuto answered the summoning speedily, knowing his master’s mood. If he was tardy in any way, it would be his hide. The door was already open, welcoming him in to certain doom. “Ah, yes, Orochimaru?”
“Gather Sasuke and some supplies. We’re leaving.”
Pushing his glasses back up his nose, really it wouldn’t kill Orochimaru to provide him with some decent glasses that actually stayed in place, Kabuto quickly ran through a mentally saved list of supplies. “So I can prepare accordingly, where is it that we are going?”
“To the beach.”
“Ah... the beach?”
“Yes.” Orochimaru flicked his fingers in a sign of dismissal. “Go now. I’ll wait for you by the south exit. Do not be late, or I will be quite cross with you.”
“Right...” The medical ninja ducked out of the room, mumbling to himself the list of things they might need. While all three of them were fair skinned, he would only need a bottle of sun screen. Orochimaru didn’t tan nor burn, he himself usually became darker as a result of sun; the Uchiha would be the one with the problem. Nothing would please him more to see that cocky brat wandering the halls with a sun burn, but as he was Orochimaru’s new obsession, he didn’t want to risk the wrath of his master.
Towels, sun screen, some rice balls and fresh fruit, as well as many jugs of water were as long as he dared his list to get. Umbrellas just seemed... quite too out of place for them. Just then he imagined Sasuke struggling to carry then place the umbrella in the sand, and he had a change of heart. Umbrella it was, maybe a pink one if he could manage it.
By the time he had a pile of goods to bring, Kabuto knocked on Sasuke’s door. Waiting for the boy to reply, he tapped his foot nervously. Orochimaru would be waiting by now, and the longer the moody boy took to answer, was time he would probably pay for later. A bored answer to his knock beckoned him to open the door. The boy sat on his bed, glaring at him with blood red eyes. “Orochimaru wants us to travel with him. You are to help carry the supplies.”
“Where are we going this time?” He sighed, standing up.
“To the beach.”
Pausing, Sasuke narrowed his eyes. “You’re toying with me.”
“I’m not. And he’s waiting.”
Knowing what that meant, Sasuke pushed his shirt back up his shoulders and strode out. Kabuto wondered if Sasuke knew just what those robes made him look like. Though he half thought the boy didn’t care. “Carry the water and the umbrella.”
Sasuke raised an eyebrow, “an umbrella?”
“Shut up and carry it.”
Reaching a remote patch of beach, they finally stopped. There were closer beaches, but each met with Orochimaru’s disapproval. Too crowed, too rocky, too many shells, too many fish, too cloudy of water... At the tenth sign of sand, Kabuto was ready to do violent things to the wildlife in the surrounding area.
This cove was particularly beautiful, and worth the wait in Orochimaru’s mind. The sun hit the water much like in the picture, and the water was so clear that he could see small fish darting from coral to coral. He sighed and knew the boy who’s body he had wanted before he knew of Sasuke, was some where watching him. “Well Kabuto, set up.”
“Yes, Orochimaru.” Kabuto put the items down in the sand, then began to lay out the towels. Sasuke joined him, scowling, shortly after. The medical nin couldn’t help but keep a tight smile. For the first few miles, Sasuke struggled with how best to carry his burden. Watching the proud Uchiha chase a pink umbrella made his day a good one. “Put the umbrella here, Sasuke.” He pointed to Orochimaru’s towel, then turned to place the basket of food under the shade and next to his master.
Sasuke struggled with the infernal umbrella, which he had decided was secretly sent by his brother to wreak havoc on an otherwise normal day. Finally he got the darn thing open, and stabbed at the sand, imagining it was his brother. With a few adjustments, it was firmly planted and tilted to provide the most shade to the snake.
Grinning at Sasuke’s show, Orochimaru removed the yukata he had worn out, and tossed the robe near the supplies Kabuto had put down. “I’ll be swimming.”
Kabuto couldn’t help but let his eyes wander, then froze. He noticed the Uchiha do the same, and they looked at each other, shook their heads, and quickly busied themselves with other things while Orochimaru walked down to the water. The only time either would agree on anything, most likely. Orochimaru in a speedo... he didn’t know quite how to react to that.
Easily pulling his arms from the top of his robe, Sasuke picked up the sun screen and lathered himself with it. The curse of the Uchiha clan; skin that easily burned. When on missions in his earlier days, he secretly put it on every day, on his morning ‘trip to the bathroom’. Otherwise, he could walk outside, and an hour later he would be lobster red. He was having problems reaching parts of his back, so rather than endure a spotty sun burn, he begrudgingly turned to Kabuto. “Oi, could you help me?”
“Of course, Sasuke.” Kabuto said sweetly, a plan forming. A little manipulation with his chakra and the sun screen felt as though it were spread every where. “There you go.” Of course it wasn’t, there would be a message on his back now. Better than taping one there.
“Thanks.” He muttered and flopped onto a towel on his stomach, turning his head. “Wake me when Orochimaru wishes us to go.”
Several hours later, after watching Orochimaru dive in and out of the water, Kabuto was restless. “Orochimaru!” He called out to his master, waving his hand. “Why don’t we have lunch now?” The sannin nodded and waded out of the water. Which was quite a show; his hair was slick against his head and clung to his neck and shoulders like inky octopus tentacles, water trickled down snow white skin and exaggerated his fine muscle tone. Unconsciously, Kabuto licked his lips.
“What’s for lunch?”
Kabuto blinked and shook his head, opening the picnic basket. “Rice balls, with pickled plum. Some fresh fruit and dried meat, as well. You’ll need your energy, after swimming for so long.”
“Mm, you’re very considerate, Kabuto.”
“Thank you.”
Ignoring the way the sand clung to his feet and lower legs, Orochimaru sat on his blanket, thankful for the shade. The water was warm, but much cooler than the air around them. After getting out of the water, the almost white sand reflected the light so much so that the heat radiated from it. “Should we wake Sasuke?”
“Nope.”
Orochimaru shrugged lightly and licked his fingers after finishing a rice ball, then reached for a container full of orange slices, taking one of them and sucking on it lightly. The juices dribbled down his chin and fingers, making him lick his salty fingers again. “They’re good.”
“Mm.”
Sasuke lazily opened one eye then winced. “Ah... are we going home soon?”
“Soon.”
Yawning, the Uchiha rose and stretched his arms over his head. “I’ll take a swim, then.” Pushing the robes off his slim body, he let them fall to the sand before stepping out of them. Good thing that today he had chosen to wear underwear. Turning, Sasuke jogged off to the water.
Orochimaru chuckled lowly, evil grin turned toward his subordinate. “You are quite cruel, Kabuto.”
“I would like to think that is why you enjoy my company.” As Sasuke dove into the water, he was oblivious to the word ‘Oto Whore’ that had been burned into his back by the lack of sun screen there. “Fitting, though.”
“It is indeed.”
Title: Orochimaru Goes To The Beach
Category: Humor
Author's Notes: Oh noes, Orochimaru found Nemo!
Story Text:
It was hot, and Orochimaru was tired of having sex. Yes, that’s right. Orochimaru was bored with picking random people from his oto nins, and having sex with them. He knew this feeling was a lazy, summer feeling and that it would pass. Things he did day in and day out were all tiresome. The legendary sannin had experienced a long life, full of things normal people didn’t get to see. Now he wanted something new to do, to amuse himself with.
There had been a list going; harass Kabuto, have sex with Kabuto, use snakey bondage against Kabuto, harass Sasuke, have sex with Sasuke, use snakey bondage with... Well the list went on as such. Of course, there were the usual training moments to shut the Uchiha up. Or times where he buckled down and studied on such test subjects that Kabuto plucked from the mass of bodies stuck in the dungeon like caverns of his hideout
That was all not quite what he was in the mood for, but what he actually was, he couldn’t tell. Like a child told to clean his room when bored, Orochimaru wandered the halls and hoped to find a clue to appease the growing frustration without doing anything actually arduous. Plopping down in the chair in his study, he scanned the walls of books and scrolls. One that Kimimaro had liked as a child stood out, bringing a smile to the sannin’s lips. Standing, he caressed the spine, savoring the memories of the truly magnificent boy. He pulled it out and flipped through, pausing at the center where there were illustrations. A palm tree waved under the sea breeze, water sketched out in pencil and detailed so perfectly, that he could almost taste the salt in the air. Snapping the book close, he put it back, finally finding something that interested him.
Kabuto answered the summoning speedily, knowing his master’s mood. If he was tardy in any way, it would be his hide. The door was already open, welcoming him in to certain doom. “Ah, yes, Orochimaru?”
“Gather Sasuke and some supplies. We’re leaving.”
Pushing his glasses back up his nose, really it wouldn’t kill Orochimaru to provide him with some decent glasses that actually stayed in place, Kabuto quickly ran through a mentally saved list of supplies. “So I can prepare accordingly, where is it that we are going?”
“To the beach.”
“Ah... the beach?”
“Yes.” Orochimaru flicked his fingers in a sign of dismissal. “Go now. I’ll wait for you by the south exit. Do not be late, or I will be quite cross with you.”
“Right...” The medical ninja ducked out of the room, mumbling to himself the list of things they might need. While all three of them were fair skinned, he would only need a bottle of sun screen. Orochimaru didn’t tan nor burn, he himself usually became darker as a result of sun; the Uchiha would be the one with the problem. Nothing would please him more to see that cocky brat wandering the halls with a sun burn, but as he was Orochimaru’s new obsession, he didn’t want to risk the wrath of his master.
Towels, sun screen, some rice balls and fresh fruit, as well as many jugs of water were as long as he dared his list to get. Umbrellas just seemed... quite too out of place for them. Just then he imagined Sasuke struggling to carry then place the umbrella in the sand, and he had a change of heart. Umbrella it was, maybe a pink one if he could manage it.
By the time he had a pile of goods to bring, Kabuto knocked on Sasuke’s door. Waiting for the boy to reply, he tapped his foot nervously. Orochimaru would be waiting by now, and the longer the moody boy took to answer, was time he would probably pay for later. A bored answer to his knock beckoned him to open the door. The boy sat on his bed, glaring at him with blood red eyes. “Orochimaru wants us to travel with him. You are to help carry the supplies.”
“Where are we going this time?” He sighed, standing up.
“To the beach.”
Pausing, Sasuke narrowed his eyes. “You’re toying with me.”
“I’m not. And he’s waiting.”
Knowing what that meant, Sasuke pushed his shirt back up his shoulders and strode out. Kabuto wondered if Sasuke knew just what those robes made him look like. Though he half thought the boy didn’t care. “Carry the water and the umbrella.”
Sasuke raised an eyebrow, “an umbrella?”
“Shut up and carry it.”
Reaching a remote patch of beach, they finally stopped. There were closer beaches, but each met with Orochimaru’s disapproval. Too crowed, too rocky, too many shells, too many fish, too cloudy of water... At the tenth sign of sand, Kabuto was ready to do violent things to the wildlife in the surrounding area.
This cove was particularly beautiful, and worth the wait in Orochimaru’s mind. The sun hit the water much like in the picture, and the water was so clear that he could see small fish darting from coral to coral. He sighed and knew the boy who’s body he had wanted before he knew of Sasuke, was some where watching him. “Well Kabuto, set up.”
“Yes, Orochimaru.” Kabuto put the items down in the sand, then began to lay out the towels. Sasuke joined him, scowling, shortly after. The medical nin couldn’t help but keep a tight smile. For the first few miles, Sasuke struggled with how best to carry his burden. Watching the proud Uchiha chase a pink umbrella made his day a good one. “Put the umbrella here, Sasuke.” He pointed to Orochimaru’s towel, then turned to place the basket of food under the shade and next to his master.
Sasuke struggled with the infernal umbrella, which he had decided was secretly sent by his brother to wreak havoc on an otherwise normal day. Finally he got the darn thing open, and stabbed at the sand, imagining it was his brother. With a few adjustments, it was firmly planted and tilted to provide the most shade to the snake.
Grinning at Sasuke’s show, Orochimaru removed the yukata he had worn out, and tossed the robe near the supplies Kabuto had put down. “I’ll be swimming.”
Kabuto couldn’t help but let his eyes wander, then froze. He noticed the Uchiha do the same, and they looked at each other, shook their heads, and quickly busied themselves with other things while Orochimaru walked down to the water. The only time either would agree on anything, most likely. Orochimaru in a speedo... he didn’t know quite how to react to that.
Easily pulling his arms from the top of his robe, Sasuke picked up the sun screen and lathered himself with it. The curse of the Uchiha clan; skin that easily burned. When on missions in his earlier days, he secretly put it on every day, on his morning ‘trip to the bathroom’. Otherwise, he could walk outside, and an hour later he would be lobster red. He was having problems reaching parts of his back, so rather than endure a spotty sun burn, he begrudgingly turned to Kabuto. “Oi, could you help me?”
“Of course, Sasuke.” Kabuto said sweetly, a plan forming. A little manipulation with his chakra and the sun screen felt as though it were spread every where. “There you go.” Of course it wasn’t, there would be a message on his back now. Better than taping one there.
“Thanks.” He muttered and flopped onto a towel on his stomach, turning his head. “Wake me when Orochimaru wishes us to go.”
Several hours later, after watching Orochimaru dive in and out of the water, Kabuto was restless. “Orochimaru!” He called out to his master, waving his hand. “Why don’t we have lunch now?” The sannin nodded and waded out of the water. Which was quite a show; his hair was slick against his head and clung to his neck and shoulders like inky octopus tentacles, water trickled down snow white skin and exaggerated his fine muscle tone. Unconsciously, Kabuto licked his lips.
“What’s for lunch?”
Kabuto blinked and shook his head, opening the picnic basket. “Rice balls, with pickled plum. Some fresh fruit and dried meat, as well. You’ll need your energy, after swimming for so long.”
“Mm, you’re very considerate, Kabuto.”
“Thank you.”
Ignoring the way the sand clung to his feet and lower legs, Orochimaru sat on his blanket, thankful for the shade. The water was warm, but much cooler than the air around them. After getting out of the water, the almost white sand reflected the light so much so that the heat radiated from it. “Should we wake Sasuke?”
“Nope.”
Orochimaru shrugged lightly and licked his fingers after finishing a rice ball, then reached for a container full of orange slices, taking one of them and sucking on it lightly. The juices dribbled down his chin and fingers, making him lick his salty fingers again. “They’re good.”
“Mm.”
Sasuke lazily opened one eye then winced. “Ah... are we going home soon?”
“Soon.”
Yawning, the Uchiha rose and stretched his arms over his head. “I’ll take a swim, then.” Pushing the robes off his slim body, he let them fall to the sand before stepping out of them. Good thing that today he had chosen to wear underwear. Turning, Sasuke jogged off to the water.
Orochimaru chuckled lowly, evil grin turned toward his subordinate. “You are quite cruel, Kabuto.”
“I would like to think that is why you enjoy my company.” As Sasuke dove into the water, he was oblivious to the word ‘Oto Whore’ that had been burned into his back by the lack of sun screen there. “Fitting, though.”
“It is indeed.”
