Oh I don’t think this one is relatively hard. It would have been of a life with all the same pieces but with a proper rearrangement. Much like Tsunade’s, Nawaki and Jiraya would be living, prospering through life with the ambitions and drive they’d always carried as well as Dan to make her happy. Orochimaru would have been passed the title of Hokage by his sensei and Anko would stand as a capable assistant.
Of course, his parents would also be very much alive.
He was a failure as a sensei, and as any bastion of knowledge for his team—but he would not falter now.
He could do this one thing right.
Orochimaru’s fingers were long and pale; sharpened and though gentle, wrought the promise of pain Kakashi could only bite back with another slow grind of his teeth. Of course he’d experienced worse, there was little in his life which brought him any joy, or any form of relief from the daily weights his title and obligations drug in the wake of each step he took. Hatake Kakashi, though he would have loved the encompassing numb with this knowledge he’d once known in his youth, lived the life of a killer draped in the robes of a hero.
The pain Orochimaru brought him was nothing new. It was trained, it was standard. Pain was still pain.
So he watched through the dampened shock of silver which threatened to obscure his sight, into the bright and unrelenting glow of the looming artificial light. How long would this go on? The question burned within him, thrumming in time with the harsh ache left by his tormentor’s cruel touch.
"You’re wasting your time," Kakashi’s grating, unused voice broke the quiet and garnered the unwanted focus of his captor’s strange golden eyes. "he will never be yours."
No, he would die before allowing that to happen.
He laughed. It was not a quiet snicker or gentle rythmic lull. It was the boisterous cackle of genuine hilarity. The silence trembled and shattered beneath its wake.
But it, as all things, came to its end and it was not slow and choked loose from reality. It was quick as a downthrust blade leaving an akward pregnant space between then and now.
Now, they were getting somewhere.
Pressure paused against the pulsing throat of Hatake Kakashi. Beneath that stark white hand, the quickened beat betrayed his cool facade even amidst the pain.
The body cannot not lie.
Those golden eyes curled upwards in gleeful expression.”How impressive. And here I’d thought you would resort to lying far later.” Your resolve will not carry you through this.
The aggressor’s thumb made slow circles upon the adam’s apple feeling translucent stubble of neglected days. Blood of wounds previous inflicted by these very hands dragged their filth with each movement. There was a threat here. A promise of what was to come.
You’d just as easily suffocate beneath my hand, boy.
"Are you getting desperate so soon?"
And the thumb pushed down with weight.
To trust the serpent with anything, be it simple conversation or otherwise, was laughably foolish. Though now his mood was amiable through the entertainment of it all, lies could trickle forth with fountainous current and dire circumstances could arise just as easily.
"Two people…three…The number is irrelevant as long as there is DNA available."
No questions were asked and the flow of conversation was left to the fellow perusing the scientific equipment. There was no curiosity on his end. He’d been quite sure of where this all would be heading upon first dilemma.
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