In a world cloaked in shadows and secrets, [Y/N] Tsukigami, the last descendant of the Tsukigami Clan, embarks on a tumultuous journey filled with challenges and growth. After being entrusted to Orochimaru for her safety, [Y/N] navigates the complex...
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In the heart of a dense, shadowy forest, two couples raced along a narrow, winding path that led to a clandestine sanctuary-Orochimaru's Eastern Hideout. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and the distant rustle of leaves, a near-silent witness to their hurried footsteps.
Among them, a woman held a precious bundle close to her chest, the soft coos of an infant cutting through the eerie stillness. The baby, with [h/c] hair as dark as the night sky, nestled contentedly in her arms, oblivious to the gravity of their journey.
Leading the way was a man with striking red eyes, his expression a mix of determination and anxiety. He wrapped a protective arm around his wife, guiding her through the encroaching gloom.
As they approached their destination, the landscape shifted abruptly, revealing an entrance that yawned like the maw of a great serpent-a gaping mouth that seemed to beckon them into the depths of Orochimaru's lair.
Two figures loomed at the entrance, their presence both intimidating and oddly reassuring. The man, red-eyed and vigilant, stepped forward, his voice steady as he greeted them.
"Suigetsu, Orochimaru," he intoned, a hint of respect lacing his words. He tightened his hold around his wife, the protective gesture a silent promise of safety.
Orochimaru, ever the enigmatic figure, regarded them with his customary calm smile, his gaze shifting to the delicate bundle in the woman's arms.
"You're here. May I?" he asked, his voice smooth like silk.
The woman's heart raced, but she nodded, gently transferring her daughter into Orochimaru's waiting arms. She leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the infant's forehead, her love palpable in the cool air.
"Please take good care of her," she implored, her voice edged with worry. "She is the last member of the Tsukigami Clan." There was a tremor in her words, a silent plea for assurance, which both Orochimaru and Suigetsu acknowledged with solemn nods.
"We will," Suigetsu assured her, his tone firm yet kind, an anchor in the storm of uncertainty.
Curiosity flickered in Orochimaru's eyes as he cradled the fragile baby. "What's the name of your daughter, Mr. Tsukigami?" he inquired, his voice a blend of intrigue and gentleness.
"[Y/N], Tsukigami [Y/N]," the man replied, a stern look crossing his face. "But please, keep the Shimizu last name; it's only for her safety." The weight of his words hung heavy in the air, a reminder of the dangers that lurked beyond the safety of this hideout.
"Shimizu [Y/N], then," Orochimaru murmured thoughtfully, adjusting his grip on the infant, his expression one of both care and calculation.
Suigetsu's brow furrowed slightly. "But what about her eyes?" he asked, a hint of concern threading through his voice.
