There are friends who come along with certain decisions, mostly not made by oneself. And then there are friends you make by your own decisions.
Orochimaru was like the winter. Cold, icy, harshly, and quiet, too. There was no warmth to expect, everything hidden beneath the cover of immaculate snow, serene, deadly, but tempting in its beauty. Incalculable in its stormy nature, the chilly, grey sky possibly metamorphosing in harsh snowstorms. And so, Sen was summer. Hot-blooded, fiery, sometimes hazy, sometimes dizzy and lethargic, but always clear to words, clear as the summer sky, only darkened by heavy summer storms, clearing her from her furious wrath trapped inside her. Together, they could be the best of them: Mellow autumn days, rustling leaves, in red and gold burning trees, the air clear, fresh, the daylight a golden, honey shade, unique for the whole year, the last kiss of summer warmth, already in anticipation for the longer nights: remembering the best what lays behind, preparing for the worst to come, carrying the strength of yesteryears, without fear for the dark and cold before them.
- Part 1 of Ravenous
“You have made t h i s out of him.”, she hissed and lifted her chin, didn’t even struggle against his hold, stared challenging in Danzo's eye and pressed the blade just so much against his neck to let him feel the tension of his skin right before it was about to break. “You will pay for it.”
“I’m curious how you want to prove your accusations, obviously born from the guilty conscience of a whore, unable to hold back her toy boy.”
Continues exactly where "us and them" ends. I recommend to read at least the last chapter to catch up.
- Part 2 of Ravenous