Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Naruto: The Musical Prequel ❯ Voodoo - Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )

 

“I QUIT!!!”

The snakey sannin had stormed out of the Akatsuki hideout fifteen minutes prior to his current education, eyes flaring up in a rage so strong that even the leaves strung about the ground were sent flying by the enormous amount of chakra. Every single living organism within a mile radius made sure that they were nowhere near the terrifying entity whose very blood bubbled and overflowed with anger.

“Stupid, damn Itachi!” Orochimaru was trying to remain as calm as possible while marching across the desert. “Ok… ok… It's going to be alright…. Just fiiii-ARG!”

“PIECE OF CRAP!!!” He turned around and lanced his halberd through a sun basking lizard, but it wasn't enough to quell his fury as he stomped his sandaled feet in a fit of rage, then continued on his way. “Stupid, piece of crap… stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stu-”

The man froze midstep, mouth open, expression as blank as a white page. All at the same time, several thoughts emerged from the depths of his mind and swept through like a surging tidal wave; said thoughts included…

`What the hell am I doing?'

`Where the hell am I going?'

“How the hell am I going to fix this?'

Only one word was able to make it past his lips.

Craaaaaap…

 

{Ten minutes later}

 

Craaaaaaaaaap…Orochimaru moaned. Craaaaaaaap…

A vulture screeched above him.

The buzzard soon burst into an explosion of feathers when Orochimaru snapped out of his daydream and blasted the creature clear into the next galaxy.

“Ok… what do I do now…?” he murmured, sliding down onto the sandy expansion beneath him. “Let's see… I need minions… the whole `equal peers' thing didn't work out…”

He cast a quick glance at the ring on his finger, the item he wore while in the Akatsuki. “So, I'll gather minions… but how? I'll need to house them all, and there's no way in hell they're all going to live under the same roof as me… well, I could… could… create a village! Yes, that's a brilliant idea! The thing now is to figure out what to call it… there's already a lot of villages… there's leaf, sand, mist… ah… cloud…. star… stone… waves… hell, there's even one for honey. Uh… grass… rain…. waterfalls… snow… gods damnit, what hasn't been taken? … Snakes! … No, because then they'd know it's me…”

Orochimaru tapped his chin idly before his serpentine orbs lit up. “That's it! Sound! I like sound! Ok, maybe not a whole lot… my village will crush that damned Konoha and help me learn every jutsu in the world! Hahaha! Ha… HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA—”

 

{Malevolent Creation}

 

Orochimaru: Awaken in sweat, my skin chilled and cold.
May have seen my own death, but can't see what I know.
Attempt to piece it together, illusions of the mind.
Dark starts to alter formations of my find.
Fulmination termination of your life to be.
Malignant euseration that the body cannot flee.
Lachessis upon you signing your epitaph.
Extinction of humanity is far too much to grasp.

Orochimaru: Malevolent hatred of life, seeing death fall from the sky.
Resisting the view from my eyes,
Receiving pleasure from watching you die.

Tortoise passing by: … o_O;;

Orochimaru: Martyrdomic terror flash through yellowed eyes,
Purgatoric laughter fills your hallowed cries.
We are all participants of this malevolent creation.

Orochimaru: Streaks of red flying through your tortured mind.
Crowds of undead trying to see unheard crimes.
Blasphemy achieving sadistic malicious intent.
Society is hanging on to greed and selfish threads.
Insidious demon debilitating all souls.
Warmongers infiltrating, blood heavily flows.
Ravenous leaders try to determine our fate.
To these gluttonous regimes we must assassinate.

Family of jack rabbits hopping across the trail: O__O

Baby rabbit: Twitch twitch sniff? (Mommy, who is that person?)

Mother rabbit: Sniff sniff, twitchy twitch sniffy sniffy! (Dearest, don't look at the evil man!)

Father rabbit: Sniff. (Indeed.)

Orochimaru: Malevolent hatred of life, seeing death fall from the sky.
Resisting the view from my eyes,
Receiving pleasure from watching you die.

Orochimaru: Martyrdomic terror flash through yellowed eyes,
Purgatoric laughter fills your hallowed cries.
No one can destroy this malevolent creation.

 

{End}

 

“MUAHAHAHA-”

 

{Two hours later}

 

“-HAHAHAHAHAHAHA- *cough hack wheeze* Ugh…”

 

{A while later}

 

Orochimaru nodded approvingly at the mansion he'd just bought- … well, he hadn't bought it, he'd tortured the landowner until the deed was in his hands…

“This is good. Nobody will find me here.”

“Oh! Hey, old bud!”

Orochimaru froze, eyes cast open wide in horror. The corners of his mouth soon dropped to either side of his chin, his sulfur-hued eyes narrowing into raging slits.

“What are you doing here in Grass Country, bud?” Jiraiya ginned winningly at him as he tilted his head to the side, and the snake commander could only shudder.

“…” The pale man's face nearly looked like it was melting off his head. Jiraiya peered into his face, tongue flickering out across his own lips before he leaned back and signaled a wave.

“Well, guess I'll see you around then!” And with that, the snow-haired sage vanished from the spot in a flurry of leaves.

Orochimaru's face drooped a little more…

“'Scuse me, but are you Orochimaru?” A suspicious looking character with shoulder-length silver hair emerged from the nearby woods and advanced towards the sannin. His pale blues etched a devious glimmer, only suggesting that he was not a very good man.

“…… Nnnnnnnnyesss….” The snake master groaned.

“Um… ok…” Blinking, the other continued, “I believe you wanted to interview me to see if I could get the Nine-Tailed to attack the leaf village? Not a problem. I teach the jinchuuriki that bears it.”

“Ah!” Orochimaru's face immediately brightened and he reached over to shake the man's hand, “Mizuki, welcome!”

He then turned around and headed towards the mansion, still a bit frazzled, but none the less, Mizuki confusingly raised and brow and followed suit.

 

{Inside the mansion}

 

“PIECE OF CRAP!!”

The mansion was a complete and total wreck. Books lay scattered across the floors, dribbling down he grand central staircase and spewing onto the floor below it. Shelves lay toppled over one another, resulting in their contents' spilling all about; glass shards sprinkled the cobblestone bottom and gave the areas it covered a gentle, yet destructive, sparkle. A couple unknown liquids had been spilled from when their crystal containers had come in contact with the floor, some of them hissing and producing a foul-smelling stench. Amongst the horrid rubble was a man shifting through everything, occasionally gasping in delight and holding up a broken doorknob or some other old piece of junk.

“This place in an absolute wreck! A pig-sty! It's disgraceful and completely demoralizing! Clean it up!” Orochimaru spat and turned to Mizuki, who stared back.

“..What?”

“I said to clean it UP!!”

“Why don't you just get that guy over there to clean it up?” Mizuki rolled his eyes and motioned to the previously mentioned young adult who, instead of looking through the clutter, was busy drooling over some open books. Orochimaru glanced at the said individual.

“… Wait a minute.” The sannin stormed over and picked the male up by his collar, hoisting the other up so they met eye to eye. “Who the hell are you and how in the hell did you get in here?”

“Doi…” The man had long silver hair that was pulled back into a sloppy ponytail, lopsided glasses that certainly could use some adjustment, and a gray, lavender, blue, and black outfit. Branded on his headband was the Konohagure leaf symbol. “I… doi… came here beca-aah… hehe, beauthe… I'm thuppothed to… hahahehe, thpy on you. Man, I'm getting anotha urge to… play with puppeths… yeth, my friend puppeths.”

The snake commander found it hard to keep a straight face, as something about the way the adult spoke in was a bit familiar… “… What's your name?”

“Doi… I think it'ths… Kabutoooo…. Yeah…”

“… And you said you were here… why?”

“To thpy on you, thir…”

“What was the… the thing about playing with…”

“Puppeths.”

“Right, the puppets.”

“Thee, I like to…. Doi… to play with them, and I have thith thronge urge to worthip a thlaughtering god.”

A long pause ensued as Orochimaru tapped his chin and let Kabuto slide back to the ground, causing the younger male to groan and raise a hand to his forehead. The snake commander caught the small motion out of the corner of his eyes and blinked.

This man was wearing purple… nail polish.

Alright… something is definitely wrong here… With another grumble, Orochimaru took a few steps back and observed the other carefully, not letting a single detail escape his serpentine gaze. If he looked closely enough, he could see that the skin on the other's arms were slightly tinted blue, fingers webbed together by a thin slab of skin.

“Ok, Kabuto… I'm going to give you a series of small tests, alright?” Orochimaru rolled up his sleeves and exhaled gently. Kabuto merely nodded as if his head were about to fall off, causing a few silver strands to fall out of the messy ponytail.

“I'm going to say something, and I want you to tell me the first thing that comes to your mind.”

“Doi…”

“Right… so… religion.”

“AGH! IT'S SO F'ING POINTLESS!!”

“Slaughtering.”

“… I worthip a god of thlaughter. No, I don't… Yes, yes I do! I lie in a circle of blood and thab mythelf with a thpear! No, it's a lance… What the hell, no, it'ths a thpear! THPEAR!!!”

“Uh… right, so the next one is… beer.”

“BEER!! OMGWTFBBQ, BEER!!!!”

“Ramen.”

“RAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEENNNNNNN!!!”

“… Humans.”

“Tathty!”

“Water.”

“Can't swim…”

“Clay.”

“Bombths!”

“eBay.”

“WOAHMG, EBAY!!”

“… Dawn.”

“You knew…?”

“Of course. I was part of the Akatsuki. Watch… snakes.”

“EEEE!!”

“Jutsu.”

“Muthst learn them all!”

“Immortality.”

“MUWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

“Ok… I think I understand the problem. If you'd be so kind as to hold still for just one moment, then I'll remove the mind control on you.” Spitting on his hands, the snake sannin enlaced his fingers together and began to chat, ending it with a softly cried, “KAI, RELEASE!!!”

Kabuto instantly began to stumble around and nearly had to place his hands on a nearby wall so he wouldn't fall over. Pupils dilated for only a mere second, and with a sharp intake of oxygen, he looked up into the captivating eyes of the great sannin shinobi. “… W-where am I?”

“Hmm,” the other replied and gave of a small grin, stooping down to fix the man's lopsided glasses. “Good to see hat it worked. You were under a mind control jutsu placed by the Akatsuki. Sasori must have brain-washed you.”

“… Oh,” Kabuto let his head drop as he hastily began to pull out the hair band holding the silver mass back, gathering the strands up more neatly before his hand was caught. Orochimaru's digits gently began to redo the hairstyle for him.

It was as he was putting the small hair tie back in that a thought occurred to the snakey individual. “Say, Kabuto…” he began slowly, “if you were mind washed by the Akatsuki freaks, then why is it that you have a hitei-ate branded with Konoha's symbol?”

The other blinked. “Uh… my adopted father was a doctor in Konoha.”

“You're an adopted child?”

“Yes, uh… sir.”

“What's your last name?”

“Yakushi.”

“Yakushi Kabuto…” the man rolled the name around on his tongue for a moment, liking the sounds. “Well then, I assume you want to go back to Konoha now?”

“… No, sir.”

Orochimaru frowned darkly. “Why not?”

“I have no desire to return to my family.”

“…” With a small smile, the snake commander turned on his heels and began to kick aside the junk cluttering the stairs. “Well, I guess you can just do whatever you want then.”

Feet began to ascend the steps up the central staircase, leading him towards what was to become his bedchamber, but another pause followed by a rush of footsteps caused him to stop, turn around… and meet Kabuto face to face. “…?”

“Ah… sir, what was your name?” Kabuto poked his fingers together.

“.. My name is Billy Bob.”

“Really? That was my pet rat's na-“

“No, you idiot. I wasn't being serious.”

“… Oh.”

Sighing, Orochimaru finally whispered, “Orochimaru.”

“O-orochimaru? That was my snake's name!”

“…”

“I mean, as in one of the three legendary sannin, right?”

“Noooo, ya think?” Orochimaru placed his hands on his hips. Kabuto stared at him, blank-faced, before he clapped his hands together and got down on his knees, head bent downwards.

The sannin stared at him, dumbfounded.

“… What are you doing?”

“L-lord Orochimaru… sir… as an act of thanking you for freeing me from the Akatsuki, I would ask to follow you and serve you.”

 

{God Follower}

 

Kabuto: My heart is restless as I wander through this jungle.
The trees above refuse to let the sunlight through.
And somewhere deep inside I hear the whispered longings-
That tell me I was made for more than this.

Kabuto: A blinding flash of light falls down into the darkness.
Slowly I notice strange new markings on the trail.
The crimson drops are calling out to me come and follow,
"I am the one who saved you, let me show you how to live"
And I cry...

Kabuto: I want to be a God follower.
I want to go wherever he leads.
I want to be a God follower.
I want to walk the trail he's marked for me,
And be a God follower-
More than anything…

Kabuto: And now I journey on with purpose and with passion,
Just like a dead man who's been given breath again.
And though this path can still grow dark with tears and sorrow,
I know he will never leave me.
So with everything I am, I will say...

Kabuto: And when I reach his place,
I will look into his face,
And then I'll look for you.
Will I find you there?
Can you say with me...
I want to be a God follower.
I want to be a God follower.
I want to be a God follower.
I want to be a God follower.

 

{End}

 

“…”

“Please?”

“…”

“… Uh, Lord Orochimaru?”

“…”

“Helloooo…”

“I hear you; I was just thinking.”

`Oh.”

“I'll have to think about it… perhaps I'll interview you along with some of the others that are going to be inhabiting my Otogakure.” Orochimaru began to continue moving up the stairs and to the second floor. “I would appreciate it if you'd start cleaning up this messy mansion. I'm going to trip over something if it stays like this.”

“Yes, sir.” Kabuto bent down and started taking several of the items into his arms, but only then did he notice something strange on his hands.

The medic blinked and wondered out loud, “… Why am I wearing purple nail polish?”