#shadowpossessed

It was a straight-forward mission. Track the rogue, interrogate him on the information he held about Konoha, and eliminate him if he was a threat. Hopefully it would go as smoothly as it sounded. She was told that she would also have a partner for this mission, though she wasn’t told who it would be and would only find out once she got to the village gates.

Tazz hoped that it was someone that she got along with. Well, she got along with pretty much everybody, but she wanted to be partnered with someone she particularly liked. She was pleasantly surprised to see Shikamaru standing at the gates, presumably waiting for her to arrive. She gave him a wave and a smile as she approached, “Hey. I take it you’re my partner for this mission?”

The serpent is not a welcome presence in the Hidden Leaf village, but after their aid in the fourth war, fire nation had turned a somewhat blind eye to past transgressions. If only because the leaders still wished to benefit from the elusive serpent. When they are permitted entry, it is strictly for assignment purposes. Something akin to community service, where the viper is to aid the Hokage when needed, when called upon. On this rain soaked evening, the Sannin resides in a small and well guarded inn. Cleared out so only they and their parole take residence there. Located away from general public. Many Konoha shinobi were assigned a post as watchman. To ensure no one came to the serpent, but more importantly, to ensure the serpent didn’t stir trouble within their old home.

One particular shinobi on guard duty catches Orochimaru’s attention. Shikamaru. Son of Shikaku, hailing from the Nara clan. They knew the mans father. They also knew what fate that man met. But it is not prior knowledge which catches their interest, but instead the young Nara’s rather daredevil like behaviour. They have too much time on their hands, and observing people had always been something that intrigued them. Knowingly or not, Shikamaru’s behaviours became their source of current entertainment.  The Sannin had not been present when the accident took place, whether there had been an attack on the inn, or whether something had transpired within the group of Konoha nin. What they do walk in to see however, is the captain of the parole team chastising the young Nara, criticizing him for doing something ‘reckless’. Orochimaru tries to determine what that careless (or purposefully risk taking) action was, but lose their train of thought when it is clear the male needs medical attention. Something the serpent, with all their qualifications, could provide. They are alone with the younger shinobi, while they detail his injury and begin preparing to treat it, having dismissed the rest of parole after labeling the group a ‘distraction’.  Golden eyes reflect intrigue, as they request he sit down so they can address the wound, “it sounds as if you are testing your dear captains patience today,” they say, donning medical gloves after drawing their hair away from their eyes, “are you always this clumsy?”

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it  wasn’t  like  lee  to         space    out         ,  hiding  near  the  training  grounds  .          he  didn’t  want  to  be  looked  at  ,  their        distasteful    gazes        never  missed  him  .         he  was  no  stranger  to  being  an  outcast  ,  but  this  was  so  vastly  different  .                         (         just    how    did    naruto    cope    with    this         )                                it  wasn’t  like  lee  to  avoid  his  friends  either  .     but  to  imagine  them  looking  at  lee  like   .   .   .         THAT         would  break  the  last  bit  of  lee’s  perserverance  .                    he  could  no  longer  walk  ,  pain  tormented  him  every  wake  moment  .         and  now  he  had  a  so  dubbed         monster         sealed  betwixt  his  soul  .                rock  lee  was  not  one  for  self  pity  .     but  it  was  so  hard  these  days   .   .   .         so    hard          .          boy  didn’t  even  notice  shikamaru  watching  him  .

the  boy  was  simply  too  considerate               ;    being  alone  with  shikamaru  was         rare         .                     and  lee  did  not  wish  to         ANNOY    HIM         ,  though  it  seemed  like  near  everything  was           a    drag           to  the  stragetic  genius  .           open  minded  as  the  shinobi  was  ,  this  ,  lee  was  positive  on  ,  was  something  he’d  NEVER  understand  .          though  different  as  they  were  ,  lee  still  offers  the  utmost  respect  .   offering  a  polite  bow  to  his  peer  .                                                             ❛            up    so    early    ,    shikamaru    ??            good  morning  .              ❜                                     (         lee    ,    of    course    ,    had    been    awake    for    hours    ,   TRAINING         )

“Does Konoha take pride in rearing idiots? Idiot boy.”

With a Susano’o’s fist shielding them from the worst of Momoshiki’s onslaught, the brat Otsutsuki seemed to think of nothing better than using a torrent of absorbed and rebounded attacks that Madara’s own Rinnegan were absorbing with almost pathetic ease. The battlefield were the combined forces of his own village--chiefly himself and but a handful of trusted village dwellers--and a smattering of Konoha’s in cooperation even he didn’t think would be possible. Creating a wood clone did he force the lad down while the others had already begun to withdraw before the cavalry--namely Sasuke and Naruto--finally arrived, pointless as it was with his presence there. 

With the Mystic Palms Technique--one no one in their right mind would think he’d know--did Madara find the location of the ghastly wound and carefully poured his chakra into it, radiant jade chakra stitching closed the worst of the liaison before closing the seam of the shredded folds of flesh. Aside from dried blood, the Nara heir would otherwise be fine.