INCARNATE OF OBITO UCHIHA

Chapter 20: Never Again

Her lips quivered as she placed her hand over Naruto's forehead, and pursued her lips. He is still burning with fever. She tore off a -questionably clean- strip of her jacket and drenched it in cold water. She then placed it over his forehead.

Her eyes then fell on Sasuke, who lay next to Naruto. His eyes were squeezed shut -unconscious- but his face was twisted in a pained grimace. He whimpered and flinched every once in a while, his body drenched in cold sweat. She quickly placed her glowing green hands over his chest, and a moment later, his expressions schooled into that of relief.

She dipped her hands in a container of medicinal salve she had salvaged with some herbs she found around this clearing in the Forest of death, and rubbed it over Sasuke's bruises. These medicinal salves will not only help in healing the bruises, but the herbs used in them have properties of maintaining the body temperature to a normal level. At least she wouldn't have to worry about Sasuke's body temperature drastically changing in a moment's notice, like it had been doing for the past few hours.

She rubbed her bloodshot eyes, the dark bags under them quite visible. She was tired... so, so tired... But she dared not to get even a wink of sleep for the fear that that monster will return as soon as she closes her eyes-

Nonononononono- she can't let that happen. Not again. She can't close her eyes, only to open them and find herself the only one conscious, staring at her teammates battered form. The first time that had happened, she felt as if her heart will pierce itself out from her chest with the way it was thudding so hard against her chest. She remembering screaming, she remembering crying, she remembered quivering in terror, wondering if they would make it out alive. It was hell.

She didn't want to experience it ever again...

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Ten minutes. It took only ten. freaking. minutes. for Orochimaru to thoroughly beat her up in such a way that her body was painted with black and blue bruises. Actually, it's really amazing that she -a mere genin- managed to hold this long against one of the legendary Sannin -no matter how utterly insane, creepy, and terrifying he was. She had managed to evade most of his hits thanks to kamui. If she didn't have her mangekyo speciality, she'd have been a thousand times dead by now.

But still, it is damn impressive how quickly the Snake Sannin had managed to adapt to her kamui, and even observed it's weakness and exploited it to the greatest extent. The four seconds lag every time after the kamui is activated may not seem much to anyone, but to a Sannin, defeating an opponent in four seconds is mere piece of cake.

And that is why when she saw Orochimaru grin that creepy grin of his as soon as she used Kamui to evade a Wind Style Jutsu, she knew she was fucked. The bastard will definitely knock her out this time -or maybe kill her, who knows?

She moved back to dodge his grip, but he was faster. She spun around to evade his fist and- oh fuck, are those snakes slithering from his sleeves? What the hell-

SLAM!

The snakes slammed into her, knocking her out of breath as she was careened backwards by the force of the hit. She tried to slam her feet on the ground as a brake, but the damn reptiles seem to want to something more than acting like a paperweight as they bit their poisonous fangs into her arms and neck, making her scream out in pain.