Poof Orochimaru appeared in his lab, the sa place he had been experinting before his clone decided to summon him in an ambush.
’Hah, such a perfect body. If I can get my hands on that boy...’ Orochimaru thought as he dissected the live ninja in front of him. The ninja was begging, pleading, not to live but for a quick death, but the Juinjutsu seal on his mouth was not allowing any sound to co out.
Orochimaru looked around his surroundings. Tens of his shadow clones were busy with similar things, so dissecting the ninjas, while others were recording the findings. So were using strange Juinjutsu seals to pick the souls of the persons, causing unbearable pain, which had mostly crushed the minds of their research subjects.
He chuckled, thinking about how he had to co back because of low amount of chakra. In reality, more than 60% of his total chakra reserves were here experinting. He just didn’t want to hinder his research for now.
’Not like the boy is running anywhere. Today or tomorrow I WILL get my hands on you,’ he thought, plunging the knife too deep in the person’s skull in his excitent, killing him by accident.
Tch
With that, he moved to the next test subject.
...
Puck, puck, puck
The bone bullets, which should have killed any chunin level ninja, were now resting in Kaida’s hands. With a speed difficult to follow, his hands moved with only fingers turning dark because of Iron Skin Jutsu. Kaida caught all of the bullets in the air.
His eyes no longer having the flower shape, but still even with 3 tomoe rotating in them, the world was too slow for him to miss those bone bullets.
Seeing his attack dealing no damage at all, Kimimaro beca increasingly tense. Even Jonin level ninja who ca after him occasionally took so damage from his attack, but this? It was completely new to him.
Since everyone he had t after his clan was purged had tried to kill him, there was no doubt in Kimimaro’s mind that the man standing in front of him also had similar intentions. Leaving the water, he also stood on the sea like Kaida, with his bones ready to enlarge to beco his weapon for the last fight of his life.
’If I have to die, I will die fighting,’ Kimimaro thought. As a child whose whole life revolved around this word till now, in what he believed were his last monts of life, that was the only thought that ca to his mind.
"I am not here to kill you."
"...?"
"I am not here to kill you," this ti Kaida said with a smile. Though his eyes still had 3 tomoe rotating in them, now his stance was clear—no sense of preparedness for offense or defense.
The fighting instinct in Kimimaro was screaming at him that he would not get a better chance than this for an attack, but sothing in the eyes of Kaida, which were both deadly and beautiful, was stopping Kimimaro from attacking him.
His heart stirred a little because of that gaze. The look he had not gotten from anyone in his life till now—it was not the anger and despair from his victims, or fear and loathing from his own clan, neither the anger and disgust of the people he had t till now.
No, there was sothing in that gaze saying that he was not the monster no one was going to like, he was not the demon to be hunted.
"Calm down. As I said, I’m not here to harm you." Seeing the tears forming in Kimimaro’s eyes, Kaida gently moved forward, slowly to not scare the boy in his sensitive state of mind. Gently, to show his intention, without a hint of attacking intent, he moved toward Kimimaro.
Gently embracing the boy in a tight hug, even though he couldn’t see it for himself, the boy—more slim than a skeleton wearing human skin—started trembling.
Kaida’s clothes started to get wet. The stench of the boy who was living in the forest, eating everything raw and sleeping in caves filled with decaying leaves to hide his sll from trackers, which even the water of the sea was not able to wash away, went into Kaida’s nose.
He grimaced, not because of the sll, but by thinking about the life this frail boy was living till now. True that he was physically more powerful than 98 percent of the world population, but ntally he was still a frail boy who was not given a shred of love by the world.
Kaida remained like that until Kimimaro stopped trembling, letting all of the emotions fall out of the boy—all of the emotions he had been holding onto till now. Kimimaro also kept on crying, feeling sothing he was never allowed before.
After quite a long ti standing in the center of the sea, the two separated. Kimimaro’s eyes were a little red from crying so much, but aside from that, there was sothing else on his face as well, sothing which was not present before—a semblance of peace, comfort.
"Are you alright now?" Kaida asked, smiling while wiping away the tears ford on Kimimaro’s face.
"Why?"
"Hmm?"
"Why are you being nice to , when the whole world hates ? Why are you trying to be nice to rather than trying to kill ?" Kimimaro asked, though Kaida noticed how he was not as defensive as before.
’Now how should I handle this?’ Kaida thought. If Kimimaro was Naruto or any other kid who had been bullied, the most optimal solution would have been presenting the truth in the wrap of a beautiful lie. But here, this boy had already seen the cruel side of life.
More likely lived on that side. There was no use trying to hide anything from him, not like it would be worse than what he had lived through till now.
"How about we go to that island first?" Kaida asked. At that, Kimimaro nodded his head and followed Kaida to a nearby island, where Kaida created two chairs with a simple Earth Jutsu.
"First of all, let make two things clear before I begin my discussion," Kaida said when both of them took their seats, looking directly into Kimimaro’s eyes.
"First, you are really special, which I think you already know, which is one of the major reasons for your misfortune. And second—the whole thing about the world hating you was a lie. Soone was manipulating things behind the scenes for you to feel like that," Kaida said, waiting for Kimimaro to process what he had said. He knew a big explanation was required.
Even though there was a golden opportunity present in front of him to beco the hope for Kimimaro which Orochimaru had so ticulously planned—getting a reliable ally who would be ready to die for him.
’But even thinking about that repulses every cell in my body. I will tell him everything straight, and he can then make the decision after that.’
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