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      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
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  Fandom:
      Naruto
  Relationship:
      Orochimaru_(Naruto)/Original_Female_Character(s), Orochimaru/Uchiha
      Sasuke
  Character:
      Orochimaru_(Naruto), Yakushi_Kabuto, Uchiha_Sasuke, Original_Female
      Character(s)
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      Prostitution, Alternate_Universe, Edo_Period, (kinda), Predator/Prey,
      Dom/sub, Mild_Blood, Oral_Sex, Loss_of_Virginity, Implied/Referenced_Drug
      Use, sort_of, Creepy_Orochimaru, Sadism, Aftermath, Possessive_Behavior,
      Bruises, POV_Third_Person_Limited, Tags_Are_Hard
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      Published: 2016-10-28 Updated: 2016-11-20 Chapters: 2/? Words: 14950
****** His Choice ******
by Makou133
Summary
     She wasn't sure what to expect when she saw his piercing amber eyes
     survey her. The usual probably, most men were the same. He was not
     most men. Actually, was he even human?
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
She was back again at the hostess’s estate, who ran a shop out front selling
various garments of clothing of the scantily clad type. Makou hated being
there. Especially with her little sister Rei. As their “mother” browsed through
the clothes holding them up to Makou and shaking her head yes or no, Makou
stood huffily in front of a mirror. It wasn’t her first time being there,
mother owed the hostess, but because she lacked enough money to pay her debt,
Makou being the eldest, and a young woman, she was fronting the bill. She owed
what Makou figured would be at least one man every night, for at least a year
before mother’s debt was paid. However, if she had to, she would work longer
than that to ensure her little sister never had to put on one of the barely
there garments; to sit pretty in the hostess’s large hall amongst the other
young girls, as men looked them over like cattle, choosing who would be their
meal for the night.
As Makou was lost in thought as a particularly unique skirt caught the light in
the corner of her eye, it had bells along the waist, and the garment shined
with an iridescent color, like a motley reptile’s skin. “That one strike your
fancy little lady? It would look ravishing on you, maybe it would even make up
for your lack of “oomph”.” Makou followed the shopkeeper’s eyes to her chest.
It was true, compared to the other girls who come through here, she was often
overlooked, it was why it was taking so long to pay back the debt. Her mother
came rushing over with Rei in tow. “Makou wants this one, however it's a little
out of budget of what I normally allow you to borrow for the night, you see
this is a very fine garment, I can't just wash it after the men have had their
way. It's made of naga skin, very rare you see. I’m a bargaining woman though,
so how’s this, Makou gets the skirt for another, shall we say, half of what you
owe added on? I’m sure in such a lovely garment she’ll have no trouble making
it up.”
Makou looked desperately at her mother, pleading with her eyes. “I’ll get it.
You're fine with that right sweetie?” Makou’s eyes went wide for a moment in
disbelief, fine? Was this woman crazy, that puts her at almost two years of
this. “If we don’t do something we might have to try our luck with Rei here,
Makou.” Makou glanced at her sister, she had bright red hair, and though she
was younger by 2 and a half years, Rei had already been eyed by many for her
striking hair and much more pronounced breasts. Rei was also fairer than Makou,
another attractive feature about her. The hostess saw Makou's discontent, and
continued to elaborate.
“Oh yes, I’m sure Rei would fetch a pretty price, but at what real cost?” The
shop keep eyed Makou. “She just turned 14 a little while ago correct? Just
becoming a young woman I bet.” Makou looked to her little sister, she stood
there uncomfortably. By no means was she sheltered, actually quite the
contrary, Makou confided in Rei a lot, and she knew what had happened on some
of the worst nights. But Makou had specifically told Rei to play dumb, to act
like she didn't know what was going on. She had hoped it would be enough to
keep Rei away from all this.
“I’ll do it, it's not a problem. It's already almost sunset, I should get
dressed now. You can leave mother.” The hostess clasped her hands together.
“It’s settled, I’ll write it down in my books. Have a goodnight ladies. Makou
come along, you couldn’t be more right, I need to start lighting the lamps.”
Makou gave a little wave to Rei as they left, the red head mouthed “be safe” as
they left the shop through the fabric door.
----
Makou was pulling a comb through her long black tresses, as other young girls
around her did the same. There were assistants tending to some of the girls,
they were older, and most likely had been one of the escorts in their youths.
Some of the girls were putting on makeup, some were practicing proper
etiquette, or some were crying silently as they put on the tiny outfits. Makou
could remember a few horrible nights, drunk men that didn't seem to remember
that under the makeup and tight clothes they were still human and many didn’t
have a choice in the matter. They were lined up when they were all ready, a tag
placed around their necks, each had a brief description; name, age, price, and
a one word personality. Such as submissive, frisky, or wild. They had the girls
kneel on many ornate pillows, awaiting that night’s clients.
Makou had seen a few girls she knew by name, other poor girls like herself. A
blonde girl from the Yamanaka clan, her name was Ino, she looked to be about
Rei’s age. She was usually picked fairly early on in the night, there was also
another girl named Sakura. Her parents weren't from any clans, and she had
unique pink hair. As the early evening turned to night, the two girls had
already been carted off, Makou sat with a few other less popular girls, the
hostess was still eagerly trying to sell her “goods” to the men who remained.
It was at that moment a man walked into the room, Makou’s eyes were immediately
drawn to this new arrival, his skin was a color she had never seen before, it
was as pale as alabaster. His eyes were also intriguing, a bright amber with
slit pupils, he had long raven hair, similar to hers. Beside him walked another
younger man, he had silver hair and glasses, which gleamed in the lantern light
of the hall. They both wore westernized suits, and the younger one carried a
leather doctor’s handbag.
The hostess rushed over to the men, deeply bowing before speaking, “Gentlemen,
so glad you have come tonight, you are however a little late, and I’m afraid
the best girls have been taken, but I’m sure you will find our remaining ladies
are still quite exquisite. Please come.” She led them to one girl, who had
quite a hefty price, she was beautiful, no doubt, but that hadn't been why she
had yet to be chosen. The pale man looked bored and was glancing around the
room, not paying much attention to the girl or hostess. She was slightly older,
not quite the age most of the clients were looking for, add in the price and
most just skipped her over. “She is eager to please, and will gladly perform…”
The hostess’s words trailed, as the pale man’s eyes fell on Makou’s own bright
green eyes. Makou’s heart stopped as her eyes locked with his, but she didn’t
waver. She had been told on many occasions to soften her appearance, but her
fierce green eyes and wild bangs were near impossible to tame. The man staring
at her didn’t seem to mind, in fact, a part of Makou was indescribably
mystified by his stare. She saw a long tongue flick around the man’s mouth as
he tapped his companion’s shoulder. The hostess quickly changed course. “Ah
yes, she’s ah a unique one for sure, let me show you.” as the group approached
Makou, she resumed her staring ahead complacently as she had been before. The
hostess motioned for Makou to stand, and then quickly began describing her
“features”. The man didn't seem to care for an explanation, however, as a pale
hand cupped the side of Makou’s face.
He read her card aloud, “Makou, 16, feisty.” His voice was silky, and he
lingered on the “S”. “Makou, what an interesting name for a girl, my name is
Orochimaru, but you will call me Orochimaru-sama.” Makou realized his
mannerisms brought snakes to mind, she glanced down at her naga skirt. His eyes
followed hers, slowly, before resting upon the skirt. “That suits you quite
well my dear,” he paused for a moment, “Makou, do you like serpents?” Once
again she heard a hiss in his voice, it made the hair on the back of her neck
stand up.
The hostess waved her hands behind the man, urging the young girl to say
something clever, but Makou wasn’t new to this game. She knew how to reel them
in once they were interested. What she lacked in feminine charm, she made up
for with a quick mind. “I’m simply fascinated by them,” she mimicked his hiss,
and then added, “my lord.” She gave a seductive smile, or at least she hoped it
was. Orochimaru seemed to like her response though, he chuckled under his
breath as a toothy grin spread across his face, He had fangs. Makou wondered if
this was really a man, and also hoped he wouldn’t make her bleed tonight. He
whispered something into his companion’s ear then walked away.
The companion hitched his glasses, and spoke matter of factly. “My Lord wishes
to remove her from the premises, just for tonight, she will be returned in the
morning. He is willing to pay three times her price for this most appreciated
favor, of course.” The hostess’ eyes went wide, Makou could almost see the ryou
signs in her eyes. Money hungry woman, Makou thought, she’s going to let them
take me. While it wasn't typically allowed for the girls to be taken to private
properties, with enough money, a man could just about do anything to them.
Makou had heard of girls not returning from such deals, but the hostess didn't
seem to mind, as she lapped up the offer. “We thank you for your gracious
acceptance of our offer,” he reached into his leather bag and pulled out a
large sack of coins, “I’m sure this is enough correct?” As the hostess reached
out for the money, the silver haired man grabbed Makou by the arm, leading her
away.
She was taken aback by the cool night air as it hit her exposed skin, the hall
they just left had been warm from the firelight, she tried not to show herself
shivering. It would certainly be considered unbecoming, as she also had a habit
of chattering her teeth. She looked around outside, spotting a grandly
decorated norimono. It stood in stark contrast to the men’s westernized suits.
The glasses wearing man ushered her inside, where Orochimaru waited for them.
As she entered, his eyes once again trained on her as they had in the hall, his
tongue circled around his lips in what seemed like anticipation. “Makou, why
don’t you come next to me.” It was worded like a favor, but she was smart
enough to know it was a command. She quickly made her way over to the man, who
slid an arm around her thin waist, pulling her close, as another hand pulled
her legs up over his own. She could see from beneath the cuff of his suit on
his left wrist, a tattoo peeked out, it looked like a winding design. He was
situated close to her neck, she could feel his breath against her ear, as fangs
brushed against her skin. “Are you still fascinated?” She drew a shaky breath,
trying to maintain her composure. She couldn’t place it but something about
this man was deeply unsettling. He had a strange charm to him though, but it
only served to make him seem more dangerous. To the side the younger man
scoffed. Orochimaru once again prodded for an answer, “I can hear your
heartbeat, erratic, like prey that's been driven into a corner by a predator.
Perhaps you are afraid?” He pulled her face close to his as his ophidian eyes
stared her down.
All she could hear in her ears was the hammering of blood in her head, but she
managed to squeak out a response. “I’m excited, that's all.” She attempted to
take control of the situation by pressing herself against the pale man, even
though every part of her wanted desperately to run. “I haven’t been around many
men with such lavish tastes.” It was a game. Right? He wanted her to play a
role, some weird sort of kink, she could handle it. She usually got the weird
ones anyways. Her answer elicited a cackle from Orochimaru. Before she could
even register what was happening she was pinned on the floor of the norimono,
his tongue wrapped around her neck, her hands pinned under his as he was
crouched over her, as she struggled to take a breath.
“Lord Orochimaru, you must at least try to contain yourself until we get to the
estate, you have Sasuke-kun waiting for you as well.” As quickly as Makou had
been thrown to the floor, he had picked up her light body and placed her
directly on his lap this time, her face in front of his, as he pulled her arms
down behind her. She felt exposed, and she could feel his swollen member
underneath her. His eyes were examining her in this vulnerable pose as his
tongue slid against her inner thigh.
“ Oh Kabuto, must you always ruin the fun? I was just,” he grinned as he looked
for the right word, “tasting.” His hiss once again sent a chill through her.
She wanted so bad to retaliate but it would only make it worse. And Sasuke-kun?
A boy? She tried to steady herself once again, as Orochimaru spoke to her, this
time softly as if to console her, the grip he had around her wrists loosened.
“Makou, my dear are you still excited? I’m sure you’re looking forward to
tonight I hope? I do apologize in advance if things get out of hand, as my dear
Kabuto stated I do have some difficulty in containing my own excitement.” Makou
tried her best to calm herself, though at the moment she realized she may not
see tomorrow morning. She dared to look into his eyes again, now realizing the
inquisitiveness she had first seen was him tearing her to pieces in his mind,
devouring her. She didn't know how to answer, all her wittiness left her.
“You said I’d be back in the morning.” She gritted her teeth as she bit back a
scream. She looked at Kabuto, who just shrugged. Orochimaru replied instead.
“And you will, though I make no guarantee of what condition you’ll be in.” His
words were smooth, as they had been in the hall. It was then that the norimono
came to a stop. “Ah, looks like we’re here, I won't have to wait much longer
will I Kabuto?” Despite how slender the pale man looked, he was alarmingly
strong, he agilely turned Makou around and guided her out of the deceptively
comfy norimono. In front of her in the moonlight was a beautiful building, it
had ornate designs carved out of the wood, and was lit by large lamps. To the
sides of the main entryway were two stone snakes, with fierce gaping mouths, as
Makou was guided through these doors, she had expected it was to an equally
lavish palace, instead a great stone stairway loomed ahead of her. It dove
deeply into the earth, where she could barely make out torch lights flickering
below. From it, cool, stale air blew past her.
“ Is your excitement building?” His fangs nipped at her ear as he continued to
lead her down into the corridors. Carved into the stone were detailed snakes,
each scale carefully etched into the stone, a brilliant amber jewel set into
each eye that menacingly caught the flame of the torch lights that hung along
the walls. It was like a labyrinth, with endless turns and stretching on
forever ahead of her. The men who led her knew where they were going though as
they wasted no time leading Makou deeper into the passages.
She could see in the distance they were approaching a clearing, and as she
walked through the archway at the end of the corridor, she could see great
stone pillars adorning what appeared to be a great hall. Serpents were winding
their way around the columns, their tongues flicking eagerly at the new meat.
The men stopped for a moment as Kabuto turned to Orochimaru, “Shall I fetch the
Uchiha, or would you like to become more acquainted with Makou first?” Uchiha?
What, she thought to herself, how is that possible. The Uchiha were a large,
powerful, and very rich clan. How in the world would they be sending one of
their own to such a man as this? Why would they have the need? Orochimaru
tilted his head to the side, Makou wasn't sure which sounded worse, one on one
time with Orochimaru, or having her and this Uchiha at his feet.
“I think I’d like to get to know Makou better, doesn’t that sound nice?” Makou
had never heard such a malicious use of the word nice before, but his eyes
beckoned her for an answer.
“ Very, very nice Orochimaru-sama.” She added the last part in hopes it would
lessen whatever was about to follow. Slim chance she thought. Orochimaru waved
Kabuto off as the pale man led Makou through another archway, however this
corridor was much shorter than the rest, as they came upon their destination
quickly. They entered a vast round room, along the walls were depressions where
many lit candles flickered, at each of the cardinal directions of the room were
snake statues, each one a different type of snake, in their mouths were torch
lights. At the center of the room was another depression in the stone, in it
lay various pillows and blankets. As Makou examined closer she could see
hanging along the walls were chains, ropes, leather straps, and other means of
forcing someone into submission. She could also see along the perimeter of the
depression in the ground were places to tie the ropes and straps. The room
smelled of heat and musk, as well as a sweet incense.
Orochimaru must have seen her eyeing the walls, “those my dear are for later,
providing that I find you as fascinating as you find me.” He said the last bit
mockingly. “Tonight, my dear, is just us two.” With that, the snake struck.
She was on her back amidst the pillows as clothes were ripped off her body and
tossed to the side, she tried to gain some semblance of what just happened, as
she suddenly found herself with his long tongue down her throat. Hands
continued to tear off any protection she might have had, as she felt him run
them down her exposed body. She felt herself needing air, she was choking from
his tongue being so far down her throat. Out of instinct her hands began to
claw whatever they could grasp, as she writhed to get free. He pulled away for
a moment, his legs straddling her body that was pinned underneath him. She lay
there slightly dazed as she gasped for air. She tried to focus on the dangerous
thing in front of her, but she soon realized, she was already completely naked
and on display for this demon. He glanced at his arms, which, he too was bare
from the torso up. On his bicep were three long claw marks, from her. “Oh
Kami.” She whispered quietly. His reaction surprised her however, but not quite
pleasantly.
“Feisty indeed.” He snickered. “I’ll break you though, hopefully you continue
to put up more of a fight than Sasuke-kun, Makou.” He grabbed her arms as he
brought her into a seated position, he threw her arms around his waist as he
grabbed her hips, she could feel his erection digging into her pubic bone as
his hands grabbed her thighs and he pressed himself against her. “Tell me,’ his
voice was husky, a low predatory growl, “where are you most sensitive? I’m sure
you’ve learned your body by now.” She let out a whimper as hands dug into her
flesh, she futilely tried to worm her way out of his tight grip. “Answer me, or
I’ll give you pain instead.” The very last thing she wanted was to admit to
this serpent, or any of the men she’d been at the hands of, that there was some
way they could bring her pleasure.
“You won’t.” She said it more ferociously than she felt.
“Oh I beg to differ darling, but if you want to make this more fun for me, I’ll
happily oblige.” He felt him flip her onto her stomach as one hand covered her
eyes and the other was at his belt, she heard the clanging of metal. His hand
was closed tight over her eyes as she tried to shake her head away from him.
Surprisingly, very rarely was she ever penetrated, and it had never been by an
actual member, only fingers. Groped sure, kissed, perhaps even made to touch
them. Occasionally she was made to suck them off, but that only happened once
in a blue moon. Most of the men who picked her weren’t planning such things,
they were also more often than not drunk, they’d cum from her hands and they’d
pass out. She would slink off to let the assistants know she had finished and
she would be returned home. Sometimes all they wanted was something to hit.
They would beat her mercilessly. Those were the worst nights. Or at least, they
had been.
“I’ll behave.” She said it desperately as she heard the last of his clothing
slide off his body. She stifled a sob, what was his damn question? She tried to
remember it; where was she sensitive? As she thought of her answer he uncovered
her eyes and flipped her onto her back once again. Oh kami, she thought, as her
eyes couldn’t help but travel down his well toned body. In the flame light his
skin was otherworldly, as it gleamed with sweat. His eyes pierced the dimness
and the tattoo wound its way up his forearm. His long raven hair fell across
his shoulders. For a moment she thought it was almost attractive, unlike any of
the other gross men who laid hands on her, but she quickly buried the thought.
She could see he too, was completely naked, but it didn't make him seem
vulnerable, it only made her feel even more unprotected, especially when
looking at his throbbing member. She did not want that thing inside her, she
doubted he would be gentle, but she knew it was inevitable.
She drew a nervous breath as he smirked down at her, his eyes had been watching
hers. “I’m sensitive uh…” she felt heat rush to her cheeks as she tried to form
the words, really Makou? She thought, you can’t just be blunt, you have to act
like a shy little house servant? She tried again to say it, “I like, um I’m
sensitive.” All she could manage was a gesture to her breasts, but he seemed to
understand immediately as he grabbed her body, bringing her to him. “Wait, I-”
she let out a gasp as his mouth closed around her tender nub, he was
surprisingly gentle as his teeth nipped at her. Her hands tangled into his
hair, as she almost let herself get caught up in the sensation. He pulled away
slightly, his sinful tongue teasing her as she shuddered, still trying to fight
back a moan. He moved to her other breast, his fingers teasing the one he had
let go of. She bit her lip as she tried to stifle the moan he brought out of
her. As she moaned he suddenly stopped, she let out a whimper as he reached his
hand between her thighs, she hadn’t realized it until she felt his fingers
glide against the skin, she was slick. Had she ever gotten wet before?
His lips pressed against her neck as she could feel him let out another low
growl. “ How exciting.” This time his hiss felt pleasurable against her skin,
“isn’t it fun to enjoy this alone time?” his fingers continued to tease her
between her thighs, gently tugging by far her most sensitive spot. It sent
shock waves through her body as his thumb and forefinger massaged it. She knew
he was expecting a response.
“Yes, Orochimaru-sama.”
She could feel part of herself slipping away as the smell of the musk and
incense in the room began to add to the heat she felt welling up inside her.
Her will to keep refusing his advances weakening. Orochimaru grabbed one of her
hands and placed it on his member, but Makou didn’t withdraw in disgust. She
felt the heat radiating from his blood-filled erection, “ You seem to be a bit
more relaxed my sweet,” his voice was thick with lust, “what do you want?” He
once again bit her ear, then moved lower down her neck as she tried to think
straight. The heat within her turned to yearning, something she had never felt
before, it was intoxicating. He pinned her unoccupied hand above her head as he
pushed her back into the pillows. “Well, Makou?” He was going to make her beg.
Go against everything she had been screaming in her head just moments before.
Is that what he meant by break? She didn't feel broken, quite the contrary,
despite the bruises on her skin, she felt alive. The walls she had put up in
the norimono were coming down as refusal turned to willingness, she wanted him
to keep going.
“More.” It was breathy, and every logical part of her told her not to say it,
but she couldn’t refrain. She could hear him chuckle under his breath as she
felt him part her legs. His tongue snaked down her throat once again, drawing a
moan out of her, but her moan was immediately replaced by a sharp gasp as she
felt him enter her, his large member felt like hot metal. It burned as skin
tore. His hands drew her hips towards him, pushing himself inside her. She
pulled away from his kiss as the pain sent her head swirling and her ears began
to ring. He pulled out, a slightly more pleasant sensation, but despite the
pain she could still feel the yearning sensation persist. Again he thrust
inside her, going deeper, she bit back a scream. He flicked his tongue around
her sensitive breasts, as his thrusts became more regular. She felt him
grinding inside her, the sensation building in her abdomen as the pain soon
turned to pleasure, sending dizzying waves through her whole body. She hadn’t
realized it but her nails were once again digging into his flesh as she clawed
into him, desperately trying to get him to go deeper.
Through pants he muttered to her, “hold on to it, or else I’ll stop.” Hold on
to what she thought at the back of her mind, but she quickly forgot as she felt
herself be rocked by another wave of pleasure, however it wasn’t followed by
another as he pulled away suddenly; she grabbed at air trying to keep him
inside of her. The pressure in her abdomen almost unbearable as she writhed and
whined for some sort of release from the torment. She couldn’t stop herself
from calling out his name as he kneeled above her.
“Orochimaru-sama,” her throat was dry from moaning, “more,” The pale man slowly
crawled over her as she eagerly tried to angle herself towards his still
swollen member, what she got was a hand around her throat.
“I said to hold on to it, you aren’t allowed to cum until I say so.” His words
were fierce. Cum, that was the pressure she felt, she had been about to cum? He
had he been able to bring her to such a point? Did girls even do that? The
pressure on her neck in addition to the dryness caused her to cough, he pulled
his hand away and stood up. “Well I think now would be a perfect time to return
you home, I’m sure you’ll be just as eager to see me next time won’t you?” His
grin was sarcastic as she lay there still trying to come to her senses.
“You didn't finish though.” she stared at his impressive erection, hoping that
maybe he’d continue with whatever amazing thing he was doing to her before.
“They should have put greedy on your card my dear, hard to believe you weren’t
a more popular pick, unless of course, you’re only this greedy for me?” At this
point Makou was on all fours, she could still use her quick mind, she could
reel him in again, she did it once.
“I only want you my lord.” He let out another manic cackle as his tongue lashed
out and wrapped around her wrists. He dragged her to his waist, where he
grabbed her roughly by the hair, pulling her head back.
“Let’s see if your mouth is as greedy as your body.” His voice was once again
thick with lust. This time it wasn’t his tongue that was shoved into her
throat, as his hands tugged her hair. She could feel the veins against her
tongue twitch as she began to bob her head up and down. His tongue loosened its
tight grip from around her wrists, as she steadied herself by grabbing onto his
legs. She could hear him let out a low grunt as she continued to take him in.
He tasted different from the other men, it actually made her want to continue
instead of fight back a gag. She could feel him begin to move his hips in time
with her head, as his hands gripped her tighter. She moaned into him as his
hips moved faster, her tongue working his shaft as she took him in deeper. He
let out a deep moan as he pulled her closer to him nails now digging into her
scalp, she felt him in her throat as his abdomen tightened. His erection
throbbed again but it was much stronger, followed by another. She felt the
warmth fill her mouth as his member twitched with its release, she swallowed it
immediately. She had been told it was rude to spit by the assistants who told
taught them etiquette. But it wasn’t the same foul stuff she was used to, he
let go of his forceful grab on her as he pulled out from her throat. Eagerly
she licked up what had dripped down his shaft.
She sat back on her ankles, and looked up at the pale man, “How exciting,” he
repeated again somewhat breathlessly. “If only Sasuke-kun was so accepting. I
didn’t even have to tell you to swallow.” He grabbed her face again, “Do you
enjoy it?” a toothy grin spread across his face. She didn’t get a chance to
answer as they both turned their heads towards a rapping sound that was being
made against the stone walls. It was the silver haired man again. “ Kabuto,
what wonderful timing, I think Makou is ready to return to the village now.”
Orochimaru motioned to her naked form, sitting submissively at his waist.
Makou’s eyes looked up pleadingly at his slender frame, begging for release.
She had hoped that he would reward her for her good behavior. His ophidian eyes
stared back with mocking cruelty. Orochimaru made his way to the doorway.
“I take it things went well?” Kabuto surveyed the room around him. “Better than
expected, even?” Orochimaru’s tongue once again traced along his lips as he
walked past Kabuto, not seeming to care about his lack of decency. Makou had
suddenly become aware of her own.
“I want this one on reserve, she will be mine, and only mine, is that
understood?” He stopped for a moment and faced Kabuto. The silver haired man
seemed to look fearful for a moment, then cast a pitiful glance to Makou. “Oh
and tell them to change her little card to greedy.” He snickered as he turned
and continued out of the room.
“Of course my lord.” With that the pale man walked away down the hall. Kabuto
approached Makou, looking her over. She realized the doctor’s bag was still in
one of his hands. As he examined he made various tsking sounds. “You don't even
feel the broken ribs do you? Or the blood dripping down your head? You also
have some bruising on your inner and outer thighs.” As soon as he mentioned it,
she felt like she was hit by a horse. Her legs gave out from underneath her as
her weakened body dropped like a stone. So that's why this man had a doctor’s
bag. “You must have really impressed Orochimaru-sama, but it's not a good
thing, Sasuke-kun has been close to death several times from Orochimaru-
sama’s…” He paused as he looked through his bag for something, “fun.”
He hastily perused through the bag until his hand pulled out a bottle full of a
shimmery glowing blue liquid. It reminded her of some of the potions the
hostess sold in her little shack, but this looked to be of incredibly high
quality, not some wannabe apothecary’s work. “Drink this, it will help speed
your healing, and you better get used to the taste.” He uncorked the little
bottle and held it up to her lips, she realized her jaw was stiff too, but she
managed to get it down. Despite its beauty it did not taste at all pleasant. It
had the texture of sand suspended in oil, and tasted like what she imagined
drinking liquefied wax candles would be like. Even though it was unpleasant,
she was too weak at the moment to do anything about it.
As the last drops disappeared from the bottle, she could feel a warmth spread
through her body and the pain fade. “I wouldn’t move yet, I still need to clean
and dress your other injuries. Oh, and you’ll be riding with Sasuke-kun
tonight, so I have a yukata prepared for you to wear.” As he quickly cleaned
her up, she thought of the name again. That was the Uchiha boy. Maybe she could
get some questions answered about why such a rich clan needed to sell off one
of their own. She was sitting up now, her hands held apart from her body as her
ribs were being bandaged. It stung as the bespectacled man dabbed a solution to
the back of her head where she had been slammed onto the floor and then clawed
into. She let her mind run through what had just happened, a feeling of disgust
and shame spreading through her body like weeds. The more she thought of it,
the more repulsed she became. As she remembered the way she had felt looking at
the demon in the candlelight, the tendrils seemed to have reached her stomach.
She lurched over as she heaved, the reality of what had happened hitting her
full force, and the implications of her foolish acts as well. He wanted her on
“reserve” meaning he planned to do it again, her eyes once again taking in the
chains and straps on the walls as she peered through her bangs from her bent
over position. She felt cornered and afraid, the amber eyes of the stone snakes
boring into her like his did.
“I wouldn’t do that.” Hands were grabbing her. She hadn’t realized it, but in
her fear she had been attempting to get up and run, Kabuto had a firm grasp on
her arm. “You need to take it easy, despite the medicine, your body is still
very much injured. Now let's walk calmly to the corridor, okay?” He helped her
put the yukata on and went to retrieve what she had been wearing. He held up
the skirt, inspecting it. Surprisingly it hadn’t been torn. He muttered “Naga
skin... it's very durable and resilient.” He said it mostly to himself she
assumed. Makou allowed him to lead her out, as she tried to calm herself down.
Where in this labyrinth was the snake hiding? She thought to herself, he
couldn’t possibly be human. She thought of old stories she had been told as a
child about demons hiding amongst humans, disguising themselves and luring
unsuspecting humans to their lairs. She could see her surroundings better now,
as her eyes had adjusted to the dimness; there were tons of turn offs,
passageways, and doors as they walked through the stone halls. Who knew how
many more were trapped within the catacombs. They made their way out to where
the norimono waited, passing the large wooden doors again. She was surprised to
find it still dark outside, the moon only just beginning to hover above the
horizon. It had felt like forever being trapped inside that room with
Orochimaru. The fresh air was welcomed after the heat and musk she had been
breathing in.
Kabuto helped her up into the norimono, he still had his leather bag firmly in
his grasp. “Stay in here, I’m going to fetch Sasuke-kun and then we will leave.
I must ask that you remain here and do not attempt to flee, it would not be a
wise decision in your state of being.” He acted as if all of this was so
normal, but for him Makou imagined, it probably was. She wondered how he had
come to be in the company of one such as Orochimaru. Another question she’d
like to ask. He turned away swiftly, leaving her alone with her thoughts.
She had only blinked she felt, but she realized now she must have dozed, as a
fair, sable eyed boy climbed into the norimono. He too looked quite beaten up.
There were bandages around his thighs and shoulder, he also seemed to have bite
marks on his hips and collarbone. On his neck she could see an odd black mark.
His eyes looked cold and distant, but they seemed caught off guard when they
looked up at her. Kabuto followed behind Sasuke, who remained staring at her as
he sat down. “Makou-chan this is Uchiha Sasuke, I’m sure you will be seeing
each other quite often.” Kabuto motioned to the boy who sat next to him.
“Sasuke-kun this Makou. Why don’t you say hello? I’m sure it would please
Orochimaru-sama very much if I could tell him you two get along well.” The
raven haired boy scoffed and turned his head.
“Like I aim to please that snake.” His voice was indifferent, but Makou knew
the weight it held. A lot of the girls had voices like that. Indifferent,
uncaring, broken. Makou tried her best to not talk like it, she pretended while
she was at home that what happened at night was simply a feverish dream, a far
away place. Until tonight it had been easy to think that way, but knowing that
she would be returning to this place would make it harder to shrug off. She
felt the fear rising up her throat again, her stomach turning in knots. She
quickly spoke up to keep it at bay.
“You’re an Uchiha, that's a pretty hotshot clan, right up there with Hyuuga and
Uzumaki. What are you doing sitting in a peasant’s position?” Sasuke’s eyes
flashed at the word Uzumaki, but then settled, he once again cast her a stoney
glance. He didn’t seem to have an inclination to respond, he folded his arms
over his chest and looked away. She tried again, going about a different way to
get an answer, “So what does the demon do to you? You look younger than me, he
must have some pretty sick preferences. Unless you’re here willingly?” He sat
in silence, but she could see him purse his lips tightly and his eyebrows
furrow in anger. She could keep chipping at him, he’d blow up eventually.
Kabuto stepped in before she could ask Sasuke another question.
“Very observative Makou-chan, Sasuke-kun is indeed younger than you, he’s about
14. Sasuke-kun is certainly not here willingly, the Uchiha clan sends him as
payment for protection. Before him it was his older brother Itachi-san. That
was also before I came to assist Orochimaru-sama. As for what happens, I
honestly am not eager to find out, I’m simply here to provide my services to my
Lord, and he pays well.” Sasuke glowered at Kabuto, clearly he did not like the
information being granted to Makou.
“Like she said, she’s a peasant who works as a whore, and I don’t speak to
filth. Tell Orochimaru to fuck off.” Oh, so despite his position, he still felt
high and mighty Makou thought to herself. Kabuto shook his head and tsked.
“It would greatly benefit you to behave Sasuke-kun. However, I don’t believe
your assessment of Makou-chan here is quite correct. You know Lord Orochimaru
is very particular, he wouldn’t just choose some common escort to serve him.”
The way he said it made Makou uneasy, like he knew something she didn’t. She
glanced at him, her curiosity now piqued. His glasses caught the light as he
went on “I’d change your tone Sasuke-kun.”
They sat in silence for a while longer when she felt the norimono come to a
stop, the familiar smell of the shop wafting through the air. Kabuto rose to
his feet as he motioned to Makou, he shook his head “I had really hoped to tell
Orochimaru-sama you two had gotten along well, it would have been best for both
of you, now I have to report that things were tense. It's too bad, next time
I’ll have more work to do.”
They walked across the dirt to the dark estate, a few women waited to receive
the few incoming girls from the night; several of them stood with weapons. They
had lists to check off who had returned of those who had been allowed to be
taken away from the premises. The first threads of sunlight crept from the
horizon as Makou appreciated being away from the stone corridors. It must be
almost dawn. They walked up wooden steps to the entry way. A woman approached
them, “Do you have her card?” Sometimes men would drop girls off to the wrong
place, the cards also served the purpose of identifying where they were from.
Kabuto swiftly pulled the card from his bag, handing it to the woman, she
looked it over and looked at her scroll, she nodded as the she found Makou’s
name. The woman did a quick glance over Makou and sent her towards one of the
women with weapons. “Thank you for your business.” The one with the scroll
bowed deeply.
“There is one thing.” Kabuto stated as she stood up, “Is the hostess here to
speak to? I need to make a request for my Lord.” The woman with the scroll
turned to another woman, as she scratched a quick note into a piece of
parchment. She quickly took it and headed through the doors.
Soon, the hostess appeared looking somewhat disheveled. “Yes, yes what's the
matter deary? Did my girl do something stupid?” The hostess eyed Makou in her
bandages. “It said feisty for a reason you know.” She waved her hand
dismissively as if to say they should have known what they had purchased. If
she only knew Makou thought.
“Not at all madam, actually my Lord would like to have her on a reserve if that
could be arranged. We would compensate of course for the lack of business this
may cause you, as well as pay for any missed opportunities should my Lord not
decide to pick her up that night. You would simply have to keep track of such
nights in your record books and at the end of the month I’d arrange payment.”
The hostess’ eyes went wide, she now glanced at Makou again, a smirk on her
wrinkled face.
She contained her excitement though, eager to squeeze every ryou she could from
what she probably assumed was a sucker. “Perhaps that can be arranged,” she
said clasping her hands together “but she is a very special girl, the
compensation would have to be sufficient to risk losing business.” Makou
scoffed, as she had remembered the many times the hostess had made off handed
comments about the lack of business Makou pulled in and that interest was
gathering on the debt that was owed to her. Kabuto nodded understandingly as
she led him inside as Makou was led in too. “Come we will discuss specifics in
my tea room.” They walked off but Makou could hear the hostess laugh in the
distance “greedy? That one?” It stung.
She was led to her usual room in the estate, it was simple, but tonight it
looked like the most comfortable mat in the world. Normally before retiring for
the night she would once again bathe, but Kabuto had done a fairly good job of
cleaning her up and she was exhausted. She pondered the words Kabuto had spoke
on the ride to the estate and the tone he had used. She was sure now that
Orochimaru’s eyes meeting her own had been no happenstance. It was calculated.
The whole night from the beginning had been somehow planned, and Makou had
played her part wonderfully, foolishly. She didn’t think on it too long though
as she soon fell asleep from exhaustion.
***** In His Chambers *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Sun streamed through the panels, and Makou could hear the bustling of servants
in the estate. She hadn’t been sure what time she had gotten back here, nor was
she sure what time it was now. Gingerly, she pushed herself up onto her arms
and knees. She braced for pain as she got to her feet, but to her surprise, she
was only mildly sore. She looked down at her arms and ribs. Peaking from
beneath the bandages were bluish green bruises, the edges of which were
yellowed. Not the vivid violet and pink she expected to see. Whatever potion
she had drank last night had sped her healing by at least a few weeks. She
tentatively raised her arms above her head, taking a deep breath to gauge if
her ribs had also healed at an accelerated pace. She winced slightly at the end
of the breath, but just the fact that her arms could be raised all the way up
was a testament to the potency of Kabuto’s medicine. The hostess was going to
be thrilled she would be able to work tonight.
In the past, when men had decided to be rough they usually didn’t have a in
house doctor or apothecary. Nor would Makou be working for another week, at
least. Paying off her mother’s debt had taken much longer because of this.
Normally the raven haired girl would be strangely relieved that she had healed
so well and so quickly. In light of the previous night, however, it only
frightened her more. Orochimaru knew exactly what he was doing. The thought
made her shiver. She saw the yukata Kabuto had given her tossed to the side of
the futon. It was the last thing she wanted touching her skin, but her only
other choices to walk out in was whatever skimpy clothing was stored inside the
trunk that Makou kept in the room. She reluctantly picked up the yukata and
threw it over her shoulders, tying the obi around her waist hurriedly.
She picked up the futon and gave it a good shake before folding it and the rest
of the bedding, then placed it on the shelf. Simple house shoes sat by the
sliding doors of the room, suggesting the servant had been by, but had decided
not to wake her. That or she couldn’t be woken. She stepped into the hallway,
the other rooms were open, most likely that meant that almost all of the other
girls were up. Makou made her way to the entrance hall, passing by girls even
younger than herself cleaning floors and, just outside, beating out futons hung
over the wooden rails lining the courtyard. She silently made her way outside,
slipping on geta that were arranged neatly in the genkan. It wasn’t a long walk
towards the innermost parts of the village where she lived, and judging by how
high the sun was, it was probably late morning.
As Makou entered through the doorway to her house, a flash of bright red came
sprinting up to her. Rei looked excited to see her home. The young girl had
looked ready to tackle her elder sister in a hug, but stopped. “Thats a lot of
bandages Makou…” Rei’s tone was concerned, her smile turning to a look of
worry. Red eyebrows furrowed. “Are you ok? How did you walk all the way here?”
Her younger sister eyed her somewhat muddied geta near the door. Makou smiled
softly, though not out of content. How the hell do I explain to her what
happened? Is there even a way of describing it? Instead of tell the truth, the
elder sister provided an easier and far more typical explanation for her
current state.
“It wasn’t so bad, just another drunken asshole. Honestly, I probably could
have thrown a punch better than him. Because here I am barely bruised!” She
grinned widely. Rei didn’t share her grin, but nodded solemnly. That was her
usual reaction, but usual was far better than trying to explain what had taken
place the night prior. For a moment her mind flooded with the images of his too
pale skin in the firelight. Her sister’s voice pulled her out of her thoughts.
“Well I’m glad you’re home.” Rei smiled again.
Makou decided she would spend the rest of her day outside, enjoying the
sunlight and taking in nature. Even though it was just a night, the staleness
of being underground in stone corridors was tough to shake.
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The sun began to dip below the horizon, as the sinking sun cast long shadows.
Makou took a deep breath, preparing for the night ahead of her. There was a
part of her that wanted to perhaps think, maybe he wouldn’t come for her
tonight. That would be foolish; she quickly chided herself, not daring to
entertain the thought, instead, she told herself, I should prepare to survive.
Begrudgingly, she made her way to the hostess’ estate. She could feel her
abdomen knot up with each step, apprehension and fear gripping her tighter as
she got closer. A few girls were also arriving as she made her way up wooden
steps to the doors. While most of the girls lived within the estate itself,
some, like herself, were not formal escorts, but were here to pay debts. They
did not get to keep a portion of the money they made, nor did they get to
indulge in the niceties of the manor in their leisure time.
Makou made her way to the living quarters of the estate. As she entered into
her usual room, she could see the other girls preparing for the night ahead.
She looked to her trunk, hoping she could find something not nearly as bold as
last night’s outfit choice. She also would not be going to the hostess’ shop
anytime soon to add to her collection. No need to impress, she thought to
herself, when her fate was sealed. As she rummaged through the trunk, at the
bottom, neatly folded was a simple, yet nice kimono. She had forgotten it was
even in there. It wasn’t exactly an eye grabbing outfit; it would be perfect.
As she pulled it out, she could tell it had been a while since she wore it. She
was 16 now and was tall and long limbed. The kimono would be a bit short on
her, it would fall probably just past her knees. However, it was the least
revealing thing she had.
She placed the kimono off to the side. Makou carefully removed the bandages
from around her arms and ribs. Rubbing the skin beneath,she could see now all
that showed was very minor greenish yellow spots on her ribs; her arms were
completely healed. In another smaller box stored inside the trunk was an
assortment of hair combs and ribbons. She carefully brushed out her long, raven
hair; little flakes of dried blood falling here and there. Makou ran her
slender fingers against the back of her head. The flakes of blood the only
remnant of the laceration that had been there.
As she finished getting dressed she grabbed several of the ribbons, first tying
her hair close the scalp, then moving down along its length. Orochimaru wasn’t
the only one who could be methodical. He wouldn’t be able to knot his fingers
into her hair like he had. And the drum tie on her obi would make pulling her
clothes off more of a challenge. Satisfied with herself, she made her way to
the main hall to await the inevitable. Just before exiting her quarters,
something caught her attention. In the corner of the room was the damned naga
skirt. She looked at it bitterly. Maybe if I hadn’t been wearing that stupid
thing I wouldn’t be where I’m at now, she thought in contempt. Why had she even
wanted the thing? Not only did it catch his eyes, it was incredibly expensive
and had added years to her servitude. She exhaled sharply, nostrils flaring as
fury rose in her chest, before being replaced with a deep seated dread. Kami,
why?
The warm light of the hall starkly contrasted her inner feelings as she knelt
on one of the cushions set out for the girls. She sat stiff, trying to calm
herself and focus on her survival through the night. She stared at the entrance
door, watching as the sun disappeared behind the horizon completely. The
previous night , Kabuto and Orochimaru had not arrived until much later into
the night. She wondered if tonight would be the same.
It dawned on her, as she thought about it, that if she saw even a glimpse of
the demon’s alabaster white hand on the doorframe, it was going to take every
shred of her being to stay still -knelt on the cushion. She didn’t dwell on it
though, as panic began to creep in. Drawing upon shinto monks for inspiration,
she instead tried to meditate while she waited. She would try to still her
mind, and strengthen her resolve.
Servant women began handing the girls their cards to hang around their necks,
as Makou was handed hers, she could see it looked new. The rope used to hang it
was not frayed in the slightest, and the wood was freshly painted. She looked
at it, the familiar kanji for feisty having been replaced by iyashii. Greedy.
That’s what he had called her and now her card said the same. She wanted to
throw it across the room and scream. She wanted to burn it. She grit her teeth
as she hung it around her neck.
Makou listened as footsteps made their way up wooden stairs. The girls fell
hushed, sitting pretty as they always did. The night began. The hostess bounced
back and forth between the incoming clients, greeting them and offering them
her goods, based on her judgements of them. She would word it mystically, as if
she had a sense about such things. Truth be told, as Makou had learned, you
could read men based on what they were wearing, how they held themselves, what
caught their eye first. That was human men, the thought occurred to Makou. If
they were supernatural beings or monsters, they wouldn’t follow those same
rules, would they? Her eyes were still trained on the doorway. As if on cue,
she saw glasses catch the light.
The silver haired man entered the hall, leather bag at his side. Makou bit the
inside of her cheek, waiting to see the pale man’s slender frame walk in behind
him. Anticipation built, but as the hostess pointed towards Makou, no such man
entered. Perhaps he was waiting outside? Makou asked herself. Kabuto approached
the raven haired girl, motioning her to stand up.
“You seem to have healed well Makou-chan. You must be a strong girl.” The
bespectacled man commented as he looked at her. She didn’t respond, she was too
focused on trying to calm herself down. Kabuto tsked, noting her silence. “I
suppose physical wounds heal much quicker, come on then.” Her fierce green eyes
trained on him, her lips pursed in determination. She stood mechanically,
bowing to him before following him outside. The night air was warmer, though it
could have been for multiple reasons. She was wearing more, and it was only a
little while past sunset, the moon only just beginning its ascent. She saw the
norimono waiting on the dirt road, each step towards it made through sheer
willpower. Kabuto allowed her to get in first, before climbing in after her. As
she entered it, her eyes quickly darted around its interior, however she did
not see anyone, or anything. She sat somewhat confused. Kabuto must have
noticed her puzzled expression because he answered her unasked question. “Our
Lord’s waiting at his estate for us. We have one stop before we go there. A
certain someone to pick up.” The Uchiha, Makou assumed. Unless Orochimaru had
more concubines elsewhere.
She stared out the window, watching as the country side went by. She was
savoring the feel of the fresh air before she was plunged into the dark lair of
her client. She briefly thought of the comment Kabuto had made to her,
considering what he had meant by saying Orochimaru would not choose a common
escort. Her pondering came to a halt as the norimono did too. She could see
outside her window was a large gate, on it was a painting of a fan. Waiting
outside the gate were two guards, as well as Sasuke. WIthout Kabuto even
needing to leave the norimono, she watched as the Uchiha walked towards them.
As he took a seat inside the norimono, his brooding coal eyes rested on Makou.
A look of disdain on his face. “Now Sasuke-kun,” Kabuto began “This is a chance
to try to be civil with Makou. I have not yet told Lord Orochimaru how you to
got on last night, and I’m hoping I will be able to give him good news.” Sasuke
made a scoffing noise as he sneered at Makou,
Makou could have been just as rude back, but she really did NOT want to find
out what would happened if Kabuto did have to report to Orochimaru that they
didn’t seem to like each other. At the very least, Kabuto may say that she had
tried to make an effort. Though, she wasn’t sure if that would be good or bad
either. Whatever game he liked to play, she had no idea what the rules were.
She did know one thing, Orochimaru wasn’t the type for losing. She wanted to
ask Kabuto what he had meant last night by his comment. However, she didn’t
want to dig into something that might get her killed, or worse. Makou looked to
her arm, noting the nearly healed bruising. “Hey, Kabuto,” She asked it
pleasantly, ignoring Sasuke’s audible sigh, “Where did you buy that potion?
It’s truly remarkable. The hostess at the estate has a small selection of
apothecaries, but not of that quality or potency.” Kabuto grinned, glancing at
the dark haired boy next to him.
“You have an interest in such things Makou?” She nodded, she genuinely did. On
other occasions of being taken to different client’s personal homes she would
read whatever books they had after they had fell asleep. She hadn’t ever gotten
a formal education, but she had a love of learning new things. “Well, I didn’t
have to buy it; it’s of my own design. Part of my skill that I offer to our
Lord.” Impressive, Makou thought to herself, he had made it? How had he been
trained? What ingredients did he use? How expensive was it to make? More and
more questions bubbled up in her mind, but she didn’t get a chance to ask them.
“Why would a peasant be interested in potions? How would you even know how to
measure the ingredients, or read what they were?” Sasuke's arms were folded
across his chest as he spoke indignantly.
“Oh dear.” Kabuto muttered, shaking his head.
Makou was really trying not to be rude, but she couldn’t help herself as she
responded to the Uchiha. “My what a dull boy, drinking it all the time but
never wondering what goes into it. How long have you been drinking it anyway
Uchiha?” Her fierce green eyes stared him down. She was somewhat let down when
he didn’t respond, choosing to ignore her instead. Kabuto inhaled deeply,
before exhaling in a sigh.
“I suppose I was being too hopeful for you Sasuke-kun.” He hitched his glasses,
then continued, “No response, eh Sasuke-kun?” The boy furrowed his brows in
anger but stayed silent. “I suppose not.” What was that kids problem? Makou
thought to herself. Then again, she considered, he had been at the hands of
Orochimaru far more times than she, that wouldn’t put anyone in a pleasant
mood. She wasn’t the enemy though, so why did he want to act all high and
mighty and insult her constantly? Kabuto spoke up again, “Makou,” She perked
her head up, “you seemed curious of why Sasuke-kun was here last night, isn’t
that right?” She nodded noting Sasuke shift around in his seat. “Well how much
do you know of the great clans in the Land of Fire?” She tilted her head to the
side.
“Well I know that there is the Uzumaki clan, The Hyuuga clan, and then last
would be the Uchiha clan. I know that they’re very wealthy. But past that, I
don’t know much else.” She shrugged her shoulders. When it came to the clans,
amongst peasants there were a lot of crazy rumors. SOme people said that each
clan head was a dragon in disguise. Some people said that they had magic in
their blood. Others still thought they were just really wealthy families that
lied to get to where they are. Kabuto looked at her his glasses catching the
light.
“There was a fourth clan.” He said matter of factly, but it caught Makou off
guard. No one ever talked about a fourth clan. “They were called the Senju,
most believe they had been wiped out, and of the clan, there is only one who
claims to have been a part of it. A slug princess. But no one knows where she
is. But there are others, or so our Lord believes.” Makou was leaning in now,
listening to Kabuto’s story. He continued. “They say each clan has a special
power they hold within their blood, ranging from the ability to tame wild foxes
and wind, knowing a man’s action before he even knows it himself, to seeing
through the souls of people. The Senju were rumored to have power over demons
and the earth. Well, Lord Orochimaru thinks he may have found another
descendant to this almost extinct clan.” At this point Sasuke had begun
listening as well. So much so, that he asked the question Makou was just about
to.
“Who?” Sasuke’s voice was tinged with minor annoyance. Kami he was irritating
as all hell. Kabuto snickered, he seemed amused that his story had gotten the
Uchiha to break his silence. Makou felt the norimono once again come to a stop.
They never got an answer to the question. Though it wasn’t likely they ever
would have. Kabuto’s story had distracted her enough that she almost had
forgotten why she was sitting with these two. It suddenly felt like she had
swallowed heavy stones. The silver haired man ushered the other two outside. As
Makou climbed out, she could see Kabuto giving her that same strange look as
the previous night. The one that said he knew something she didn’t. She
couldn’t dwell on it very long though, as she looked at the great wooden doors
ahead of her. As they passed through the doors, the stone steps ahead of her,
she noticed that Orochimaru was not waiting for them. Makou wasn’t eager to see
him, but the dread of seeing him was torturous, she would rather just be faced
with it now than to keep having an adrenaline rush each time she thought he was
going to be there. Sasuke walked calmly in front of her, descending down into
the stone labyrinth. Kabuto lead the way, and they came upon a room that split
in several directions. They stopped, and as they did, pale skin seemed to drip
out of one of the dark corridors. Like a snake slithering out from its hole. He
wasn’t wearing the same westernized suit, instead he wore an elegant kimono,
its pale yellow color contrasting with his lilac lined eyes. From his ears hung
very expensive looking jade magatama earrings. They shone in the firelight.
Despite the dim corridors, the pale man’s amber eyes seemed to glow.
She found herself drawn to him, like he had placed some sort of spell on her.
Their eyes met for an instant before she hurriedly averted her gaze, her lungs
filled with terror as she swallowed a scream. The look in his eyes reminded her
of a bloodthirsty serpent, mercilessly stalking its next kill. She tried to
steady her breath before she passed out from lack of air, as she heard Kabuto
speak. “Orochimaru-sama what are your wishes tonight?” Orochimaru approached
them, his stride was smooth and poised. Makou glanced to Sasuke, wondering if
he was overcome with the same fear she was. But his relaxed position and look
of indifference on his face suggested otherwise. Orochimaru passed by Makou,
sliding a pale hand beneath Sasuke’s face. The Uchiha didn’t even flinch. A
long tongue brushed against Sasuke as Orochimaru pressed up against him. Still
no reaction from the Uchiha, he just let it happen. Makou could tell the dark
haired boy wasn’t welcoming the touch either, but all the invasion of space
elicited was a glare. The pale man chuckled softly before letting go of Sasuke.
He turned to Makou, eyeing her in the Kimono.
“I can’t quite make up my mind Kabuto, both are so delightful, plus I wouldn’t
want either of them to feel left out” Orochimaru reached out for Makou,
grabbing her by the edge of her kimono and pulling her towards him. She
shuddered as a cool finger traced itself lightly down her now exposed sternum.
Once again his tongue flicked around his mouth, reminding her of how a snake
tastes its prey. His hand stopped once it reached the card that had been hung
around her neck. He let go of her kimono as he grabbed the card with the other.
“Iyashii…” He hissed, a twisted grin spread across his face. All her meditation
earlier felt like it was in vain; she was absolutely positive that every person
standing with her in the corridor could hear her heart hammering. She didn’t
even have time to react when an icey hand was clasped around her neck. She was
slammed into the stone wall behind her causing her to cry out, but with the
tight hand around her neck, it came out as more of a whimper. His body pressed
against hers as he continued to squeeze. Instinctively her hands came up to
claw at his. In a low predatory growl he spoke “I think I’ll play with Makou
first.” As quickly as he had grabbed her she was dropped to the ground. Any
longer and he would have crushed her trachea. She fell gasping and coughing.
“But first Kabuto, she needs to eat. I don’t want her passing out from hunger.
That wouldn’t be any fun.” Kabuto nodded, Makou however, was confused. Food?
Orochimaru must’ve been incredibly perceptive though, because she hadn’t eaten
all day, maybe he had been tasting her? From under his breath Sasuke muttered.
She hadn’t quite caught it but she thought she could make out something about
dirty urchin begging for scraps. Though she hadn’t heard all of it, Orochimaru
must have. Makou watched as his hands grabbed Sasuke roughly by the hair,
pushing him down to his knees and jerking his head back, exposing his thin
neck. “Don’t test me boy,” The serpent seethed, “you will not insult my
possessions, nor will you insult me.” He moved closer to Sasuke’s neck,
continuing ferociously. Sasuke’s normally indifferent expression was now one of
fear and anger. “Or I will make you beg for death.” Makou watched in
fascination as she stood up. In a very strange way, she actually felt better
having Orochimaru more or less defend her. No man ever really had. And to see
the offender on their knees before her also brought her a sort of enjoyment.
That little asshole deserved it. She hadn’t realized how intently she was
staring, until Orochimaru chuckled. He let go of the boy, tossing him to the
side. Sasuke fell on his hands and knees, his nails digging into the floor in
anger she assumed.
Orochimaru came close to her again, she did not enjoy having him so dangerously
near. She stood frozen as he murmured into her ear, using that same silky
voice, “would you like to see more of that, my dear?” She ran through a list of
responses in her head. She didn’t want to end up with hands around her neck
again. Her focus was to survive. Play his game.
“That could be fun Orochimaru-sama.” She had even remembered to call him by his
preferred title. She attempted a coy smile as he pulled away. Keep playing she
thought to herself. He grinned back, but it was not coy, it malicious. His
fangs gleaming in the torch light. Kami, he was terrifying, but she kept
feeling herself drawn to him. He was also mesmerizing.
He turned, “Makou, come with me.” She felt it was in her best interest to obey.
They turned down one of the many corridors. As she followed him, she saw Kabuto
pass by. When had he left? She wasn’t surprised she hadn’t noticed him leave
though. She had been much more focused on the deadly man that was now leading
her down a dark hall. She looked behind her, curious; she could see Kabuto lead
Sasuke down the pathway she had been lead down the previous night. She
continued following Orochimaru silently. They approached a large room, along
its edge was a staircase that spiraled downward. Their footsteps echoed on the
stone as they walked along it; she peered over the ledge, as lights flickered
below. They continued their descent, but didn’t follow the stairs all the way
to the bottom, as it split off into more halls.
She followed as he turned into a much more brightly lit hall, and as they
continued the solid stone walls turned to pillars, and the hall widened.
Between the pillars she could see a large kitchen. The sound and smells of
cooking filled the corridor. It reminded her of the large kitchens at the
hostess’ estate. The smells of grilling vegetables made her hunger painfully
clear. She could hear the sound of knives chopping and meat sizzling. Despite
being underground, it almost looked like any other great manor’s kitchen. He
slid open a door at the end of the corridor, revealing a lavish dining
arrangement. On the tatami mats were two very ornately embroidered cushions.
Upon the walls were magnificent paintings. Though the paintings were beautiful,
upon closer examination she could see they were of demons. She observed on one
wall a painting of oni terrorizing a village, the other was simple, bamboo and
a view of Mount Fuji, but the village below was on fire. The last one, the one
that was on the wall opposite of the entryway, was an incredibly detailed
painting of a great eight headed serpent. The Yamata no Orochi. She could see
the care that each scale had been painted with. Despite being ink and paper,
its fangs looked sharp enough that if she reached out, it would cut her. Arms
wrapped around her waist, breaking her from her trance while she analyzed the
artwork. She felt teeth against her skin. She had been so entrenched in the
painting that she had almost forgotten about the very real fangs behind her.
“Power is quite alluring, isn’t it?” He hissed into her ear, she was rigid, but
she nodded stiffly. Hoping that was the reaction he wanted from her. In a way,
she wasn’t lying though. Where she was at in life, if she had more power, maybe
she wouldn’t be here now. He laughed as he let go of her, motioning for her to
sit. As she did, he took a seat opposite of her. It was moments later when two
servants came in. It occurred to her that perhaps this is where Kabuto had
gone. It wasn’t a feast, but the food they placed on the table was obviously of
very, very high quality.
She hesitated, not sure if she should eat. “Now don’t be that way my dear.”
Orochimaru spoke from where he sat across from her. “I had this prepared just
for you. Or are you going to pretend that you weren’t sitting on your knees
before me last night, begging for more?” Her breath caught in her throat, as
much as she wanted to pretend last night hadn’t happened, and that she hadn’t
done exactly what he described, she wasn’t the only one who had been there in
that room. She glanced down at the stupid card around her neck. More and more
memories flooding her mind of the previous night. “Eat.” It was an order. She
filled a bowl with rice and picked up her chopsticks.
Makou quickly dug in. She was incredibly hungry, but she didn’t scarf it down.
A few bites in though, she noticed that the man sitting across from her hadn’t
taken a single bite. Her eyes met with his, the same bloodthirsty look. What
need did he have to eat, when his prey was in front of him,the thought intruded
into her mind. Chopsticks and her bowl clattered to the floor. Something was
wrong. How foolish she was to eat of the demon’s table. “Don’t stop on my
account darling, you look famished.” His voice was smooth, but it sounded
strange. She couldn’t tell what, but she felt off. Just ever so slightly.
“What did I eat?” Though she had felt panicked a moment ago, she could feel it
fading. He laughed, it was chilling.
“Inhibitions are such an annoyance, don’t you agree my dear?” He gracefully
poured himself a cup of sake. Grabbing the cup with his pale hand, he grinned
from behind it. She nodded but she wasn’t sure why. His voice dropped to a low
murmur, “Yes, I thought you would.” he hissed before drinking the sake.
“I challenged Kabuto to make something that would do away with such unnecessary
things. Much like,” He poured another glass of sake, “liquor.” He didn’t drink
this glass, instead he passed it to her. Makou reached out for it, but she felt
like a puppet on a string; like something was controlling her. Orochimaru
continued, “it was meant for Sasuke-kun, he could be quite guarded” A look of
anger flashed dangerously in his ophidian eyes, but passed just as quickly.
“But I didn’t want him to actually be inebriated. Then my Sasuke-kun wouldn’t
be able to really relish in our fun. Now, on someone who had been so obedient
last night, I wonder how it would work?” Makou found herself leaning into his
words, hanging on to each syllable as he he spoke. “Won’t you continue to eat?
I’m sure half a bowl of rice and few bites of meat aren’t going to nourish you
very well” He motioned to the food in front of him, as he sat back, leaning on
his hands. His own kimono falling slightly over his shoulder, revealing well
toned, alabaster skin.
Though she had comprehended what had just been told to her, she grabbed her
chopsticks and reached for another bite. I’m being drugged, she told herself,
but I’m eating more of it. What use is there in fighting him? Last night wasn’t
so bad, was it?
The meat was seasoned perfectly, it had been cooked rare. There was a small
plate of grilled vegetables, as well a couple soft boiled eggs. She could feel
his eyes on her as she ate, heat rising to her cheeks. Her heart was still
rapidly beating against her chest, but it didn’t feel like panic. It felt like
excitement. She once again let herself glance at Orochimaru, his languid form
drawing her in. She wasn’t sure if his expression had changed, or if the drug
working its way through her system had disarmed her ability to identify danger.
His deep amber eyes didn’t look like a predator ready to go in for the kill,
but he did look at her hungrily. The serpent must have sensed that she had
consumed an adequate amount of the poison; he snapped his fingers. Two servants
came in, wordlessly removing the plates in front of them. He stood to his feet,
approaching her slowly.
Despite the drug, she had rational thought, she knew that all signs pointed to
this night not ending well if she didn’t do something. She shifted
uncomfortably; the obi around her waist feeling much too tight. Why had she
tied it like that anyways? So he couldn’t get your kimono off. She answered
herself. All goals to survive had shifted, she knew that’s what she had
originally wanted. Now, however, with holding herself back and doing the
logical thing to stay alive completely being thrown out the window as she
swallowed her last bite, she wanted something else.
A cool hand cupped her face as Orochimaru knelt beside her. “How are you
feeling my dear?” she didn’t pull away from his touch. His tongue licked the
perimeter of his lips, as he eyed her.
“I feel like I did last night. I want to feel more of what I did last night,
Orochimaru-sama. ” She blurted it out suddenly. Her hands shot up to her mouth
to cover it, as she blushed furiously.The pale man beside her laughed as he
grabbed her hands away from her mouth. He pinned them underneath his own.
“Isn’t feeling inhibition flee you quite freeing Makou? I must admit you are
taking to this much better than Sasuke-kun, he had just gotten much more…” His
words trailed off as he thought of a word.
“Annoying” Once again, the words fell out of her mouth. She tried to move her
hands out from underneath his, but he didn’t budge. Orochimaru moved in closer
to her. “Please don’t kill me.” She closed her eyes, scrunching up her face.
In one quick movement he laced his fingers between hers and forcefully pushed
her back against the floor. “I was going to say indignant, but I suppose
annoying could work as well.” She could tell the drug was only getting
stronger, instead of trying to squirm away, she laid there placidly. He let go
of one of her hands, tracing his finger down her body. “You, however,” She
arched into his touch, eager for more “seem quite obedient.”
He pulled away suddenly, letting go of her other hand. Makou sat up, as he
stood. He chuckled as she made a grab for his hand. “Now, now, Iyashii,” he
chided her, as he held up a finger a waved it at her, “You’re going to do as I
say if you want to get a reward.” Makou sat there a moment, as briefly a
feeling of disgust washed over her. There it was again, greedy. Something
inside her told her to fight the drug. It was a fleeting emotion, as it was
quickly buried when Orochimaru continued to speak. “Get up.”
She stood to her feet, eager to obey.
“Follow me.”
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She had been lead through the winding corridors of the labyrinth to a room, in
the center was a very large bed, underneath it was a beautiful rug, intricate
designs of snakes along its border. There was incense burning, but this room
held a different atmosphere than the night previously. Most notably, the scent
that lingered in the air. There were in his room. She stood for a moment, at
the foot of the bed, wondering why they were here. It felt too personal. Most
men wouldn’t lay with a concubine in their own chambers, they’d go to an inn,
or stay at the estate. Perhaps, as with the previous night, they might have a
room specifically set aside for such activities instead.
He had moved ahead of where she stood, and was now resting against a large
pillow that was at the head of the bed, he had one knee up, his fingers laced
together in front of him. His kimono was open, she could see his muscled
abdomen, and very prominent erection. Orochimaru spoke softly, a low hiss
“Strip.”
She wondered if there really were strings controlling her, as her hands reached
behind her to untie the drum bow she had so carefully knotted earlier. She let
it drop to the floor below her. She paused, as she grabbed the free edge of the
kimono. Somewhat embarrassed she wasn’t more to look at. She pulled one edge
across her body, revealing bare skin underneath. She slid one arm out of the
silk, very aware of the amber eyes surveying her. She felt heat rush to her
face as the kimono dropped when she slipped her other arm out. It fell into a
heap on the floor next to the obi. She went to wrap her arms around herself,
before his voice cut through the room. “Don’t,” He was crawling across the bed
towards her, his voice thick with lust, “bother.” The way he moved reminded her
of a predator stalking its query. His wickedly long tongue lashed out, wrapping
around her wrists and pulling her onto the bed with a jerk. She let out a small
yelp. He was standing on his knees as he brought her eye level to his
impressive member. His kimono fell the rest of the way off his body. He wrapped
his hand around her hair, tugging her head back. She was positioned on all
fours. “Go on.” He said it tauntingly.
She slowly took him into her mouth, letting the length of it slide down her
tongue. He still had one hand gripped tightly around her tied up hair. He
placed the other behind her head, pushing her down further onto him. She
grabbed at the bedsheets as he let out a low moan. Makou whimpered and her eyes
began to well up, as he penetrated her throat deeper. He tugged her hair,
pulling her away from him. She gasped for air. She could see him twitch, as
precum dripped from his tip. She placed her mouth around him again, swirling
her tongue around his head. This time he didn’t have to push her down as she
swallowed his length. Orochimaru chuckled, his voice low and husky. “Good
girl.” She bobbed her head up and down, adding pressure to the underside of his
cock with her tongue.
His throaty groan told her he was enjoying it. She pulled away to catch her
breath, glancing up at the pale man. As she looked up his body, she could see
beads of sweat on his well defined muscles, his amber eyes piercing her own
green. Orochimaru’s hands were no longer icey, as she felt his palm against her
throat. He was incredibly strong, as he threw her onto her back. He was over
her in seconds, his hair falling forward. “Since you’re being such an obedient
pet,” Orochimaru murmured into her ear, “Let me reward you. Now stay put.” He
sat up, placing a hand on her chest. He grabbed her hips, his tongue licking
along the inside of her thigh. Wait was he going to?
Her question was soon answered as she thought she saw stars. She let out a
gasp, followed by his name. The tip of his tongue flicking against her clit.
His hands move to her thighs, holding her legs apart. She felt herself shiver
as his tongue continued. She shook her head from side to side, eyes squeezed
shut. She wasn’t moaning, she was screaming. He changed his rhythm, going
faster. Occasionally his tongue plunged inside of her. She could feel heat
building in her abdomen, her body shuddering. “Wait, wait,” Makou panted, she
could hardly see straight. He only gripped her thighs tighter. She felt the
heat in her abdomen release in a burst, her back arching as his tongue slowed
its feverish rhythm. Her hips continued to undulate as she felt the orgasm
spread through her. She could feel his tongue lap at whatever had just come out
of her. The pale man’s tight grip on her legs releasing as he pulled back.
“What just happened?” She sat up suddenly, she hadn’t realized she was dripping
with sweat. Orochimaru grinned, his palm resting against her cheek.
“How adorable, you’ve never came before? Then again, I guess most of those men
weren’t aiming to please you, were they?” He was panting as well, her eyes
drifted to his member which was gleaming with precum. His eyes followed hers,
before looking straight at her. The serpent chuckled, “You sound so cute when
you cum too, screaming like that. I wonder if you sound the same when someone
cums inside you.”
Dextrous hands grabbed her wrists, holding her down against the bed. He moaned
as he pushed inside her. She could feel how slick she was as he slid into her.
Makou winced, his member filling her up, it still hurt a bit. Orochimaru kissed
her roughly, his tongue tangling with hers, as he began to thrust. He let go of
her hands, grabbing her by the waist as he quickened his pace. She could feel
him draw a moan out of her, as he pulled away from the kiss. It didn’t take him
long to find her spot. When he hit it she threw her head back, her arms
wrapping around his broad shoulders, nails digging into his flesh.
The serpent shifted positions, moving to a seated one against the pillows,
pulling her on top of him. She was straddling his waist, strong arms pulling
her down into each thrust. She rocked her hips in time to his pace. His teeth
were bared as he his breathing quickened. He let out a low growl, as he clawed
into her hips.
“Orochimaru-sama!” Once again, she could feel warmth pooling in her abdomen.
The pressure of his cock against her g-spot. Each stroke pushing deeper inside
of her. She felt his mouth around her breast, his tongue swirling around her
very sensitive, erect nubs. It sent her over the edge, as she felt her body
spasm and she shrieked with her release.
He must have felt her orgasm too, because he let out a deep groan. His muscles
contracting, she felt him twitch inside her. He moaned again this time lower
and longer, she felt heat fill her up. He pulled her down into another dizzying
kiss, before breaking away. She fell onto the bed next him, nearly passing out.
She could feel his seed dripping out from between her thighs.
His hand grabbed her jaw turning her head towards him, sweat dripping across
her forehead. “Iyashii.” his voice was low, almost like a purr. It was the last
thing she heard before darkness crept into her vision, his amber eyes fading to
black.
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She wasn’t sure how late it was when she opened her eyes next. She heard the
sound of a door shutting, she looked around blearily. Orochimaru stood with
Sasuke cradled in his arms, his small form looked as if he was out cold. He was
placed on the large bed next to her.
She was too weak to move, she watched as Orochimaru reached to grab something
in his yukata. It was a small bottle of the same blue potion. He lay next to
her, propping himself on one arm the other tilting her head towards him.
“Drink.” She obeyed him, consuming the waxy liquid. He dragged a pale finger
across her lip.
“I’ve already sent Kabuto to inform your keeper that you won’t be coming back
tonight, so don’t fret.” A tingly warmth spread through her, as the medicine
began to take effect, numbing bruises and soreness. She could hear Orochimaru
softly chuckle, “Oh, and before you drift off again Makou-chan,” He got close,
his lips brushing against hers. Sleep was already starting to overtake her; a
heaviness pulling down her eyelids. “There was no drug.” He kissed her again,
though it wasn’t rough, it was cold. Taunting. His words sank in as she
succumbed to sleep once more.
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