Death's Angel {Naruto FanFic}

Chapter Five

Orochimaru stands before me. I don't know how he is in the hideout, but I'm feeling furious. He had defected, but somehow he's back, alive, and kicking. My face is blank and emotionless, and I sit casually on the couch as he stands before me. Itachi is next to me, his arm brushing mine as if to comfort me. I shake my head mentally and tilt my head to one side. "Can I help you?" I ask Orochimaru, my red eyes narrowing with hidden fury. "You left this organization, didn't you? Why would you come back?"

Orochimaru holds out something to me. It's a feather. A reddish-black feather. My eyes widen slightly and I take it from his cold fingers, inspecting it. It smells of Haru, of home. "You've wasted your time here." I say, holding the feather lightly, as if it is as fragile as glass.

"Your brother says hello." My head is bowed as I inspect the feather, but my face has contorted with fury. The demon is threatening to take over, because Haru is as dear to her as he is to me. The angel isn't quite so volatile, but she's furious as well.

"Does he?" I say, my teeth sharpening. I struggle to control the two powers that rage inside me. The angel backs down as I violently shove her away, but my demon is much harder to control because her power appeals to me. She's not as strong as my angel, but she loves Haru. She loves Haru as if he were her own brother.

I look up at Orochimaru with the mask of a face I call my own. Malevolent delight rampages through my body, but I have yet to show it. "He's full of potential. He responds well to the experiments." A grin cracks the my mask-like face and my teeth are sharp and fang-like.

"Haru responds well to many things." I say, standing up to my full height. "It's one of his best qualities." My fingers splay slightly behind my back and demonic chakra coils to the floor before snaking up Orochimaru's limbs. My grin widens as one of his eyes darkens. "Unfortunately, I'm not nearly as blessed with such qualities as he is. Don't forgive me for whatever happens next."

My eyes close before my demon slips into my skin and takes over. "Ne, Chishi, you're always hard to convince, aren't you?" the demon purrs, adjusting to my body. She looks Orochimaru over. "Why are the bad ones the ones who always had good intentions?"

I don't say anything, but Orochimaru pales. "Don't you love the way he reacts to my chakra, Chishi? It's a shame I can't toy with him." The demon's lips are twisted into a smile, and therefore my face is evil and happy. I want to smile with her, but I'm too focussed on my hatred.

"Oh, I can?" She asks, still testing out her body. Orochimaru seems horrifed, and she gets to work. She proceeds to start with stretching out my -our- wings. She grins, twisting my face into a terrifying expression as she abuses the snake-man. Her lips are beside his ear the whole time, whispering to him all the things he'll never be able to do. "Haru doesn't have what we have. Haru cannot be used as a mindless tool. You'll never get your way with him~"

Orochimaru resembles a large bruise as my demon licks her lips. Her teeth have opened cuts on my lips, and she enjoys the taste of blood. She shivers with delight. "You aren't nearly angry enough, Chishi. Why don't you have a go at him?" She makes my hands fly in handsigns.

"Fallen Transformation: Avenging Angel!" She purrs, dragging me back into control. I shudder and adjust to my body. My wings are tight against my back and I solidify my coils of demonic chakra that have looped about Orochimaru.

"You are mine." I say, malicious intent evident in my voice. I giggle darkly. My chakra tightens and cuts into his skin. I drag him outside and grin. The chakra binds him to a tree, and I practice my aim by outlining his figure with my kunai. Occasionally I miss intentionally before I flashstep before him and tauntingly press my kunai into his skin as I slide it out of the bark. Orochimaru's face is unusually pale, and his eyes wide. My red eyes are glinting like the blood that my demon has drawn, and the blood from my lips trickles down my chin and neck.