A Snake Poisoned by Rabbit

A New Begining

"Mitsuki?" A voice broke her train of thought as the sound of the door softly hitting the wall. Orochimaru was no stranger to these situations, even the severely weakened state she was in. This was easy to play off, especially to a four-year-old child.

She gave a soft look towards Izuku. The boy was confused about why his friend would be in his mother's room. That is until he saw the shrine.

"Izuku, I kinda got lost in here..." Orochimaru didn't get to finish her sentence as Izuku walk next to her before kneeling down. His hands clasped together in a praying manner, eyes closed, and his breathing slowed.

Mitsuki sat the scroll down between her and Izuku. She too kneeled down next to the child but not praying, merely meditating.

After a couple of minutes of tranquil silence. Izuku awaken from his humbled position.

"This shrine, it's for my grandfather. Mom always spoke nicely about him. That scroll was left to me. When I am old enough to understand." Izuku spoke with such sadness but was quickly replaced by hoping relief.

"I never met him, but I wonder what would he be like?"

"If your mother spoke fondly of him then it shouldn't be too mysterious to guess who he was."

Izuku nodded, standing up from his position. "I guess your right. Say? Wanna go outside and play? I bet Kaachan and the others are out there too!"

Mitsuki nodded, she could get some fresh air herself. As the children went out the door, the pale-skin girl made sure to take the house keys and lock the apartment. The trip to the nearby part was rather pleasant. It wasn't exactly like strolling through the bright dirt roads of Konoha or the muddy grasses of Otogakure. She listened half-heartily to the boy next to her as he rambled on about hero this and hero that. Only taking in the sights, this place was unlike anything she had seen. The new transportation vehicles, known as cars and the cemented lanes known as sidewalks fascinated her to no end. She obviously needed to spend more time outdoors.

"Here we are! Oh hey, it's Kaachan!" Izuku beamed as he grasps Mitsuki's hand and led her to the playground.

The sounds of children playing and laughing with the occasional whining made Mitsuki feel...nostalgic. Or a form of longing. In her time she was forced to grow up rather quickly.

Her appreciation for innocence was what brought a smile to her face before turning into a melancholic frown. While she did believe her youth was granted, it didn't reclaim her innocence. Just the other day, she hinted a four-year child into a soliciting act. Granted, nothing came from it, so she spared Izuku's innocence but it did leave a hollow feeling in her heart.

She was hardened, by war, betrayal, loss, pleasure, and anything that came with conflict and violence. The life of a shinobi was never meant to be easy and peaceful. Eventually, at a certain point, you either become used to the treachery and shady killings for a foolish leader or succumb to the suffering of your own personality and morals.

Mitsuki knew for a fact she was not a saint-far from it. She lived as one of the three Sannin, a well-known and fear ninja. Not for the feats, she had down in the third ninja war, but for the monstrous acts, she committed in her past existence.

What right did she have to this new life of peace? One removed from the ninja system. Mitsuki would often wondered that maybe this would be her second chance. To finally find clarity in a life away from that disparity.

"Mitsuki-Chan!" Her company waved for her to come. She sighed before walking over to Izuku and three other boys.

"Yes, Izuku-Kun?" Mitsuki asks as a blonde boy rudely spoke up.