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Baik

by Novocaine 11 reviews

[Pretty words don’t mean a thing. Keep your eyes on him.] Orochimaru twists into you so naturally. Your castle will melt. Your bridge will wilt. You. Won't. Care.

Category: Naruto - Rating: R - Genres: Angst,Horror - Characters: Orochimaru - Published: 2007-09-27 - Updated: 2007-09-28 - 771 words - Complete

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Pretty words don't mean a thing.



Keep your eyes on him. Keep your eyes on him.



And the beautiful man lines his eyes with purple kohl - he is nothing near a clown, but he is just as tricky as one. He is there for no ones amusement, but they whisper that Death is macabre.



Keep your eyes on them, and remember: PRETTY WORDS DON'T MEAN A THING.



The words twist and turn sinuously, and Orochimaru slithers so prettily with them/as them/using them - LIKE HE USES (friendship) AND (love) AND (brotherhood) AND (obsession), DISTORTING THEM LAZILY INTO terrible death appeal.



Into the macabre. Into him.



And his pretty (not pretty like little girl smiles and sparkling eyes and life, but pretty-like-death) lips quirk as he molds and manipulates - he is nothing near a clown, but he is just as tricky as one. He is there for no ones amusement, but they whisper that Death is macabre.



Orochimaru twists and turns, and he isn't their entertainment - they are his, and their insignificant little minds don't even register it. Death is macabre, and no, he doesn't expect you to understand.



--pretty words don't mean a thing, and they never understand it anyway--

Keep your eyes on him. He will flicker (there then not, and where the god-fuck did he go) and quirk his lips, and you won't understand until all your strings are pulled and you are staring into cruel, kohl-lined eyes - and you will realize that you never even saw Death coming.



They whisper Death is macabre like it is a riddle, and it is but no one knows the answer.



--no one alive--



DeATh_iS_mACAbrE_IS_oRochImaRU_Is_beAUtIFuL, and if he whispered the answer into his pot of kohl one morning, no one heard it.



Pretty words don't mean a thing.



--pretty words mean everything, and they never understand it anyway--



So the lovely, obsessed children make the pretty, pretty words mean everything, and that's it, isn't it? Orochimaru can build a castle made of spun sugar (SO EASILY DESTROYED, AND HE HAS ALWAYS HAD A BIT OF A SWEET TOOTH - DREAMS ARE HIS FAVORITE so it all turns out exquisitely) and a bridge made of lilac (like his kohl) flower petals - and the petals wilt and die, so how will you reach your castle, lovely? How will you reach your dreams?



Pretty words mean everything - can mean everything - can twist anything and be nothing at all at the exact same soul tearing time.



Spend your entire worthless (like Jiraiya - means nothing is nothing is insignificant) life poring over the fancies of a madman, searching desperately for the inner meaning the UNDERNEATH THE UNDERNEATH the fucking enlightenment the death-pretty solution to all your problems



and



it



is



not



there.

(But Orochimaru will have a solution. Of course he will. The flower-petal bridge to your sugar-spun castle - beautiful, and you will want it so badly, will do anything - is dead, but that is not the only way. Of course not. Just listen to the death-pretty solution to all your problems. Just listen to Orochimaru-sama - because he isn't mad/mad/mad in a detrimental way.)

--you won't understand until all your strings are pulled and you are staring into cruel, kohl-lined eyes - and you will realize that you never even saw Death coming--



DeATh_iS_mACAbrE_IS_oRochImaRU, and you'll not notice your sugar-spun castle dissolving around you.



Your master is so death-pretty, after all - FASCINATING and INTRIGUING and TERRIFYING and THE ONLY TRUE, REAL THING - THE ONLY thing WORTH (anything).



Pretty words don't mean a thing.



--unless they belong to the Macabre, the Death, the Snake Lord-- who would never deter (you), who has everything figured out. Of course. The Death-Pretty Master with lilac-rimmed, golden eyes [that are so very cruel, but you won't notice] will be gODgODgOD (to you), and your sugar-spun castle of dreams will become nothing but a ruin (how long ago did the lilac petal bridge die?) and You Will Notice But Won't Care.



Keep your eyes on him. Keep your eyes on him.





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A/N: This was totally random. ChildOfDarkness15 was all like, "Hey, write a Kabuto or Orochimaru piece," and I was like, "Ooooooh, Oro-chan! I mustmustmust!"



Thusly, Baik was born. I had no control.



The first person to correctly guess what language and meaning Baik is from/has gets a one-shot of choice (if I know the fandom at all- otherwise, you're going to have to pick again).
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