In the back hills of Konoha Village, deep within the woods...
As Kabuto Yakushi and Haruto appeared, Orochimaru stepped elegantly from behind a tree, his golden, snake-like eyes gleaming with interest. With a greedy tongue licking his lips, he spoke in the same hoarse, sinister voice as always:
"Tsk tsk... Are you Uchiha Haruto? No wonder you have so many admirers. Your looks and physique are truly exceptional. They suit my taste perfectly..."
Faced with Orochimaru's intense gaze, Haruto froze momentarily, stunned.
This was his first encounter with Orochimaru since arriving in the ninja world.
The long, glossy black hair swayed slightly in the cold wind, framing pale, flawless skin. That ridiculously flexible tongue...
Don't say it, Haruto. He shook his head, trying to push away the absurd thoughts creeping into his mind. But he couldn't deny it—Orochimaru was surprisingly good-looking.
Most notably, he was white. Snow-white, with skin that appeared almost delicate, soft, and smooth. The oppressive aura seen in the anime was absent, replaced instead by an odd, fresh, almost seductive allure.
The charm and danger combined, making Orochimaru a truly magnetic presence.
Haruto forced himself to focus. "Let's cut to the chase, Orochimaru. How do you want to cooperate?"
Orochimaru's eyes narrowed with interest. "Oh? From that tone, I take it you're willing to collaborate? Heh... not bad."
He moved closer, the space between them narrowing as he peered intently into Haruto's crimson Sharingan. "The terms are simple: I'll transplant Hashirama's cells into your body. In exchange, you'll give me... your eyes."
Haruto's lip curled into a sneer. "You're as audacious as they say, Orochimaru. I'm afraid that's a deal I can't agree to. But your interest in Hashirama's cells does intrigue me. Find a quiet spot where we won't be disturbed, and we'll have a civilized discussion about it."
Orochimaru laughed coldly. "Heh, arrogant, aren't you? But you should know—no one who has dared to speak to me like this has lived to tell the tale."
Haruto rolled his eyes, unimpressed. "Oh, really? How about Uchiha Itachi? Last I checked, he's alive and well despite humiliating you repeatedly. Meanwhile, you're here, chasing scraps."
The sudden mention of Itachi made Orochimaru's expression darken. "How do you know that?" he asked through gritted teeth.
The venom in his voice was palpable. The humiliations at Itachi's hands were a deeply buried secret, shared only between him and Kabuto.
Haruto dismissed the question with a casual wave. "That's not important. What matters is this: your demands are excessive, and I can't agree to them. If you're serious about cooperation, we can negotiate something more... reasonable."
Orochimaru's expression twisted into a sly grin. "Tsk tsk... Sorry, Haruto. I'm afraid there's only one thing I desire from you—your eyes. Or..." His voice turned colder. "Your entire body would do just fine."
Without warning, Orochimaru's figure blurred as he lunged forward, his hand reaching for Haruto's eyes.
Haruto anticipated the move. "You don't waste time, do you? Impatient as ever, Orochimaru!"
His Mangekyō Sharingan activated in an instant, and with it, a skeletal frame of blue flames—the beginnings of Susanoo—manifested to block Orochimaru's advance.
Orochimaru froze, his predatory grin giving way to awe. "Susanoo... What a perfect power!"
"Perfect? Hardly. This is just the beginning." Haruto's gaze locked onto Orochimaru.
Channeling the full power of his Mangekyō Sharingan, he unleashed an ability that targeted Orochimaru directly. Within moments, Orochimaru staggered, his smirk replaced by a grimace of pain.
"Gah!" Orochimaru collapsed to his knees, clutching his stomach as beads of sweat dripped from his pale forehead.
"Lord Orochimaru!" Kabuto rushed to his master's side, panic in his voice.
"Ugh... My stomach..." Orochimaru groaned, his voice weaker than ever.
Kabuto quickly supported him, his hands glowing with healing chakra. "What happened? What did you do to him?"
Haruto leaned back nonchalantly, his crimson eyes fading to black as he deactivated the Mangekyō. "Nothing serious. I just gave him a little... internal discomfort. It's not life-threatening, don't worry."
Orochimaru's glare was filled with venom, though his current condition left him unable to act. "You... What did you do to me?"
Haruto smirked. "Relax, Orochimaru. It's just a stomachache. You'll be fine after Kabuto patches you up. Anyway, you've been through worse, haven't you? You can always switch to another body if it's too much for you."
Kabuto worked quickly, his hands moving methodically. But suddenly, his chakra flickered and disappeared. He froze, staring at Orochimaru in confusion.
"Lord Orochimaru... something's wrong."
"What now?" Orochimaru snapped, his voice hoarse with pain.
"You... You appear to be..." Kabuto hesitated, his face paling.
"Out with it!"
Kabuto gulped. "You appear to be... pregnant."
Both Orochimaru and Haruto stared at him in stunned silence.
"Excuse me?!" Orochimaru hissed, his voice breaking.
Haruto took a cautious step back, his hands raised defensively. "Wait a second... Orochimaru, are you... a woman?"
"I... I'm not sure," Orochimaru muttered, his expression bewildered. "After so many body swaps, even I've lost track."
The revelation left Haruto at a loss for words. This was the same Orochimaru who had terrified shinobi across the ninja world, now reduced to confusion over his own body.
"You've got to be kidding me," Haruto muttered under his breath.
Orochimaru shot him a withering glare. "Don't just stand there gawking! Kabuto, confirm this immediately!"
Kabuto hesitated, looking genuinely conflicted. "Lord Orochimaru, I... I think it's true. The body you're in—it's female."
Orochimaru's hands clenched into fists. "Damn it! Of all the bodies I could have chosen today..."
Haruto suppressed a laugh, though his amusement was evident. "Well, Orochimaru, I guess congratulations are in order?"
"Shut up!" Orochimaru snapped, though his pale face flushed with uncharacteristic embarrassment.
Despite the absurdity of the situation, Haruto decided to ease the tension. "Look, this doesn't change anything. Let's focus on the original plan. If you still want to cooperate, I'm willing to listen. But let's keep things... professional this time, alright?"
Orochimaru's glare lingered for a moment before he sighed heavily. "Fine. But this isn't over, Haruto. I will remember this humiliation."
"Yeah, yeah. Get in line," Haruto replied with a smirk, leaning casually against a nearby tree.
Kabuto continued his medical treatment while Orochimaru fumed silently. For all his schemes and ambitions, even he couldn't have predicted how this meeting would unfold.
As for Haruto, he couldn't shake the feeling that this bizarre encounter was only the beginning of an even stranger partnership.
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