3. Fucking. Days.
I dropped the kunai I was carrying, staggering forward slightly. I was exhausted, to put it lightly. I’ve been screwing with my sleeping patterns too much, which is now having an effect on both of my bodies.
Luckily, I was at Orochimaru’s hideout already. As the wind blew, my hair whipped around my face, especially the hair that had come out during the trip. But, I didn’t bother to brush them back into place, I was far too tired. Halfway through my travels, I had tried to put my hair up, but it’s been stubborn recently, so I obviously failed.
My eyes roamed the lonely entrance, and I knew it was guarded. By what, I wasn’t certain. Oddly enough, I didn’t even have a plan. I’ve been winging it so far, and I assumed my luck would help me through this.
I was aware of my aching muscles, and I considered taking a rest, putting off the infiltration until tomorrow. I mean, it’s not like they were expecting me, then again, this is Orochimaru we’re talking about. Also, standing behind a tree in plain sight may not be the appropriate place to be thinking of this, Jess.
“Who have we here?” My heart collapsed in on itself, and a sharp pain set itself in my stomach. I identified it as extreme distress, along with anxiety. I didn’t even breath as I heard the crunching of leaves behind me get louder, signalling the man was approaching me.
I started doubting myself, about my abilities, and decisions.
Maybe I should’ve brought Joseph, he’s a good chap, and I’m fairly certain he’d be making the appropriate decision to run for the hills right about now. Wait, are there even hills around here? And if there are, am I even fast enough? Hell, for all I know, he’d be able to catch up to me as easily as he would a running rock! And rocks don’t even fucking run! Well, at least, all the rocks I’ve seen don’t.. See! This is why I should’ve brought Joseph! He wouldn’t be having inner monologue about rocks and shit! Fuck, even Naruto would cope better in this type of situation! We all know that!
Who the fuck am I even talking to?
“Such a pretty flower, yet, you are here, in this ghastly area. Why is that, young lady?” The male came up close behind me, pressing his chest to my back and breathing down my neck. He was at least a foot taller than I was, after all, I’ve stopped growing recently. I’ve even thought of going to see a doctor, since I refuse to be short. My neck can’t handle the constant tilt backwards to be able to look people in the eye, it gives me headaches. So, I just stare at their necks, or chests.
And I repeat, who the fuck am I even talking to?
“I’m here because I want to join Orochimaru.” As I said earlier, I’m winging it.
“Oh, really?” I could feel the doubt radiating off the unknown man. My head reeled as I tried to place a face to the voice, but I came up blank. This guy must be a filler who hadn’t appeared in the series enough to be memorized, or at all.
“Yea.” Yea? That’s all I could come up with!? Quick! Think of fanfictions! Make a lie sappy enough he’ll take sympathy on you! “My whole clan is dead, and everyone hates me.” God, I’m such a bad liar. “And, after my sensei admitted to being doubtful about my abilities, I left.” Wow, I sound like a spoiled brat who’d gotten scolded and ran away because of it. Oh well, whatever it takes to get in.
A hand was placed on my shoulder, and even through the fabric of the Uchiha snow cloak, I could feel the warms of his hand. Oddly enough, his breath was ice cold.