Kabuto

((ooc: Have a mopey Kabuto hanging around his flat and emo-ing at livejournal.))

Oh gods. Did I really sing that? I did.

Who did I irritate so much that they though I should go through that hell? He even looked like Lord Orochimaru. I suppose I should be used to it by now.

'I like him'. That really does sum almost everything up, doesn't it? I like him, I'll follow him anywhere, and I believe in his dream, no matter how foolish it is. And no one in the rest of the world understands why.

Ugh.

Kabuto leaned against a rock outcropping, catching his breath. Though he would never admit it to Maraihi, he had pushed himself hard to get to the abandoned hideout in time. He only hoped he had concealed his movements, and motives, well enough to fool Lord Orochimaru from following him.

Masking a sudden cramp in his side he straightended, scanning the area for both potential attackers and the man he was here for. Only after he was completely certian no one was observing him did he touch the concealed touch pad. With a burst of chakra he opened the hidden door to the compound. Then he turned again to wait, face carefully hidden behind his hood.