Just an idea that's been bouncing around in my head, not fully fleshed out but sometimes you just need to write something down to get it out of you and so here we are. Enjoy it if you'd like but if you don't that's cool.

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It was not easy living on your own.

This was a truth Natsumi had discovered very early on in life, having to raise herself she had no options but to take on the role of an adult while she should have been enjoying her life as a child. There was no time for running through the grass when she would have to buy extra soap to wash her clothes. There was no space for her to gorge on sweets when she needed to make sure she could still afford to buy groceries.

If she was hungry there would be no one there to feed her.

If she got hurt there would be no one to comfort her.

If she felt lonely then she would have to talk to herself or suffer in silence….

So no, it was no easy living on your own but it was the only life she knew. She had quickly come to learn that she was not well-liked by...well, anyone. Some were kinder than others certainly, choosing to ignore her presence rather than outright glare or shout at her, but those people were few and far between.

She didn't know what she had done to earn their ire, perhaps she wasn't pretty enough? Maybe her hair wasn't in the right style to be seen as appealing? She had worked with her blond locks to try and create something more appealing but that had only resulted in her making a mess of her hair.

She tried to be friendly, smiling at everyone no matter how much they frowned at her but that only seemed to make them more upset. Some of the villagers said she was mocking them, making fun of what they'd lost and now she was rubbing it in their faces. She didn't understand what they'd meant but she'd quickly stopped smiling if only to avoid making her situation worse. Apathy was a preferable alternative to anger.

At some point, she had just decided that maybe it was best that she just didn't interact with people more than she had to. It hurt not being wanted for sure but she'd never had anyone to rely on before anyway so what difference did it make? So the hurt of loneliness over time devolved into a dull numbness, a pain she had become so accustomed to that it barely registered to her senses.

Numb became the default, a pointless buzzing in the back of her brain that she would learn to ignore.

…

Small hands slid smoothly across the gnarled and worn husks of dead trees, little reaching fingertips touching and feeling as they made their way through the thicket. Dull blue eyes turned and swiveled lazily taking in the picture of death but she did not find it unnerving.

If anything she found it pitiful, this broken husk left forgotten yet still surrounded by life that seemed to shun it. It was fitting that she'd be drawn to it, the only difference was that she still lived and walked while this poor tree did not, it did not have to suffer the same understanding of loneliness that she felt.

For that she envied it.

In her efforts to avoid people she'd taken to exploring the expansive forest around her village, The Hidden Leaf Village was a fitting name given the circumstances and there was plenty for her to explore at her leisure. She found nature to be relaxing, comforting in the sense that there were no eyes to judge her here, no people to scream or whisper behind her back.

It was funny to think she felt safer in the wilds than in the supposed "comfort" of her own home but that was neither here nor there.

With a soft grunt, she climbed onto a log and made her way across it, the worn wood creaking beneath her little feet but just strong enough to hold firm under her weight. She walked along its length like a tightrope, her arms outstretched and a slight look of concentration as she crossed the gap. She liked to think she was rather graceful in her own way, a kind of wayward soul that always made it to the end okay.

Eventually reaching the end she hopped off the log and did a small how for her imaginary audience the imagery of hundreds of hands clapping for her bringing a slight smile to her face before she once again schooled her features. It was only out here that she ever found the energy to feel genuine joy.

In her seven years of life, most of which she couldn't remember and nothing that she could was honestly worth remembering, she had only given a real smile a small handful of times. The first time she'd stepped foot into her apartment and realized she had her own space all to herself. The time she'd been given a hot meal by that kind family who she sometimes visited at their ramen stand, and as of recent during her walks in the forest where she could just be whatever she wanted even if she had to be alone to do it.

They weren't amazing moments but to her, they were still some of her most cherished memories.

She was broken from her thoughts however as she noticed something rather unnatural, something she only spotted because she had become so intimately familiar with studying the scenery in front of her that it only just barely caught her eye.

A small hole had been drilled into the winding trunk of one of the larger decaying trees that still stood only because of its sheer weight and deep-seated roots holding it in place. She approached the tree and began to climb, her hands taking hold of the grooved surface as she began to drag herself up towards the opening.

She made it up with little effort having gotten used to climbing and peered inside the hole, it looked too perfect to have been made by an animal… she hesitated to put her hand in knowing that should something live in there it likely would not take kindly to her prodding but childish curiosity won out and so with a breath, she plunged her hand into the darkness and felt around.

She felt nothing at first and for a moment figured that she'd just over thought it but then she felt something. Not an animal given that it didn't react to her grip upon it but not something that she could say belonged in a hole in a tree…

Pulling her hand out she was surprised to find a thick book in her hand, its pages were old and worn but it was still in decent condition barring a few rips and tears. Whoever had hidden it here had taken some measure care to ensure that it would have some protection from the elements since it didn't appear to have been damaged by the changing seasons but rather just the natural ravages of time.

"Who left this here? Who leaves a book in a tree to begin with?" She wondered aloud adjusting herself on the branch she was using to hold her up as she carefully opened up the first page curious to see for what reason this book had been forgotten or left behind.

"I don't understand why the matron gave me this journal in truth, she said that I am too quiet and that quiet boys tend to think too much so she gave me this to keep my thoughts. I think she is just poking fun at me again but she always treats me nicely so maybe not… and it would be rude not to at least write something down. For her sake... "

"A journal?" She paused in her reading to take stock of what she'd found. She never once thought to get herself a journal, she didn't think there would be much for her to write about, the same four walls every day, the same whispers everywhere she went, the glares that followed her every move like they were just waiting for her to step out of line… but this was an opportunity to see what someone else's life was like. Already she could see that whoever this was had been an orphan like herself but unlike her seemed he had a friend in one of the matrons.

She climbed down from her spot and nestled against the tree and once again opened the book. She wanted to know more, to learn more about this boy and so she skipped ahead a bit to the start of the next entry.

"The other kids bullied me again today, they like to make fun of my skin and my eyes, calling me a freak. I ignored them of course since this was not the first time but they didn't seem to like that and so Isshin, the largest of them, shoved me to the floor while the rest of them laughed at me and cheered him on… "

She felt for him, idly her fingers faintly over her whiskered cheeks and mirroring jeers from faceless children flashed through her mind before she shook them away and returned to reading.

"I ended up punching him in the throat while he was busy laughing and I watched as he fell to the floor coughing and spitting like he was about to die, he seemed much smaller like that. The laughing stopped and turned into screaming as the other children ran off to tell the matrons how I had attacked Isshin, of course leaving out that he'd shoved me first…"

She couldn't help but cheer for him, he was probably going to get in trouble but this Isshin jerk deserved it for starting trouble.

"The matrons came soon after and despite my protests, I was sent to my room without lunch as punishment while they attended to Isshin. I tried to explain what happened but they didn't care and just told me to go before the punishment got worse. I spent that entire day locked away in my room while being forced to watch the other kids play, including Isshin who happened to be eating a piece of candy I don't recall him having before his trip inside.

"He always was their favorite…"

That was the end of that entry and she sat in quiet reflection of what she'd just read. There were some differences but already she felt a kinship with the writer. He was bullied for things he had no control over and no one really seemed to be on his side other than this one kindly matron whose name she'd yet to hear.

She just wished she knew his name, something to attach herself to…

She'd just have to keep reading until she found out. Tucking the journal under her arm she decided that this was best read at home where she could give it her full attention and so she began the journey back at a slightly hurried pace. The faster she made it home the faster she could get back to it!

...

"I had my first day at the Academy this morning. It was… not what I was expecting. I will admit, we gave small introductions and met our new sensei, Ichiro Toji. He seems kind enough but he has a strict air around him that makes me a bit nervous but I will wait and see before I make a judgment."

"My classmates don't seem very interested in speaking with me, we were granted a brief break period to mingle but everyone avoided me. The only person who even spoke to me was a weird boy whose name I believe was Jiraya, and even then it was only because he was going around telling everyone he was going to be the greatest. I also noticed that the Senju clan heiress seemed to sneak looks at me every so often but otherwise left me alone.

"I hope we learn something interesting soon…"

So he was shinobi! Or, at least a shinobi in training.

The following entries went on to detail topics of interests, new training methods, and interminably some of his own thoughts between notes. It appeared that during this time the lines between journal and notebook became blurred and she more often than not found herself pouring over notes that he'd jotted down for future reference.

Everything from obscure history facts, throwing weapons tips, exercise advice, and more were scattered throughout most of the journal but more importantly, than even that was she had finally learned what she was looking for since she'd begun this dive into the life of this boy.

She discovered his name, a mere passing mention as he quoted something someone had said to him.

"Orochimaru…" She tested the name on her tongue and immediately images were conjured in her mind of what kind of man he must be. His writing was very unique, or she supposed advanced and the further along she went the more words she had to struggle through. There was still quite a bit left for her to uncover but if that trend continued she wouldn't be so much reading the journal as opposed to just looking at it.

Still, what she had read had left her enthralled, not because it was some amazing tale of action and adventure but rather it was a welcome distraction. In a way, it felt like she was watching his life play out as a silent observer and more often than not she found herself rooting for him when he struggled and cheering when he succeeded in proving those around him wrong.

Orochimaru was very smart and apparently talented as well given his notes, she had stopped just before his graduation but he was supposedly at the top of his class, if not that entire year and that to her was just amazing. An orphan with no one but himself to rely on being better than even children from clans with all kinds of abilities and jutsu.

She wanted to be just like him.

She was set to enroll for her first year at the Academy next year when she turned eight and already she had one advantage over her future classmates, the notes of one Orochimaru. The boy had been extremely detailed in his notes and even though she didn't understand everything there was still plenty that she could work with.

He had been the best and she was going to match him… no, she was going to be even better! Then if he was still around she'd thank him for leaving his book behind, maybe he'd even teach her a few new things he'd learned since!

That night sleep came to her much easier than normal, her head filled with dreams of respect and adoration…

Of hope for a better future.

…

One year had come and gone since that fateful day but to Natsumi, it seemed like time had sped by in a flash as her life fell into a solid routine following her new sense of purpose. She had immediately set to work on following Orochimaru's instructions creating a training schedule for herself that closely mirrored his own while also taking the time out to visit the man's favorite spot in the village.

The Konoha Central Library, also known as his "home away from home".

Throughout his notes, he'd made it clear that most of what he'd learned he had discovered through reading and she took that advice to heart and read up on everything she could. Not just because he said it but also because she found a similar sense of escape in other books as well, studying the lives of other famous shinobi and kunoichi proved to be just as fascinating to her though she would still vehemently argue that her favorite was still Orochi's.

She had shortened his name a bit but she didn't think he would really mind.

Her first visit to the library had been less than stellar, the librarian like most of the village was not exactly fond of her but the woman couldn't throw her out with a good reason so she was left to either ignore her or glare at her from behind her desk. Neither of which bothered her anyway seeing as she wasn't here for her, she was here for the knowledge.

She'd started off with history since according to the notes made up an annoyingly large part of their curriculum, unnaturally this was one area where Orochi's notes were not very helpful since times had changed a lot and most of what was written down wasn't correct anymore. It was a bit frustrating but she powered through it regardless, it also helped that in some cases his notes did help expand on some topics.

Some of his notes on the first and second Hokage's weren't even written in the books she could get a hold of. She also noticed to her frustration that there wasn't any mention of a shinobi with his name in the books she was allowed access to and with no one even wanting to give her the time of day she had little other avenues to discover what became of him. She'd just have to hope that in future she may find more answers or maybe that his journal would give her a hint.

Back to her training though, she wasn't sure how much history she would need so she decided that it would be best to start from his era and go through it at a measured pace until the Academy began and she could see what she needed to study in person.

Her second area of focus was physical conditioning and despite how much she loved reading this was actually her favorite area of training. Getting to be outdoors and pushing herself was a far cry from the usual wandering she normally did but she found the extra activity to be rather stimulating. Sadly Orochimaru did not share her sentiments on this and he would often leave little hints about his distaste for it in his notes which she found rather funny.

Thankfully for her even for all his hate of the process, he was just as focused on keeping fit and so he'd written down a set schedule for himself that she had adopted.

Wake up: 7 am

Perform warm-up stretches: 10 minutes

Laps around the training ground: 6 laps

Rest: 15 minutes

Crunches: 3 sets of 25, 2-minute rest between sets

Push-ups: 2 of 15, 2-minute rest between sets

Squats: 3 sets of 10, 2-minute rest between sets

Rest: 10 minutes

Practice proper punching technique: 50 punches with each arm

Practice proper kicking technique: 50 kicks with each leg

Rest: 5 minutes

Laps: 1

Crunches: 2 sets of 20, 2-minute rest between sets

Push-ups: 2 sets of 10, 2-minute rest between sets

Squats: 3 sets of 10, 2-minute rest between sets

Cooldown stretches: 5 minutes

It was a lot to ask of a seven-year-old and for the first week or so, she hadn't even managed to complete the whole thing. It was only through a lot of work and pure grit she had finally succeeded in following the whole plan. It had left her exhausted and her body burned like fire for the following days but she'd stuck with it and while it was still a burden on her she didn't have as much trouble with it as before. Only a few months later and the results had become self-evident.

She had slimmed down a bit though there was still nothing to be done about her natural baby fat which had the unfortunate side effect of rounding out her face and giving her an almost doll-like appearance when matched with her delicate features. She was much faster than before and her endurance was greater which made it easier to continue her training and her strength was steadily growing as well. She had increased the amount over time as she adjusted as well ensuring that she was still pushing herself.

Of course, there were still gaps in her training. While Orochimaru had apparently leaned heavily into ninjutsu early into his career she was sadly not able to study much in that area on her own until she was at least in her second year at the Academy and received proper clearance. Apparently the rules had become much tighter since his time as he had notes detailing instances of him just waltzing in and grabbing jutsu scrolls which she thought was terribly unfair.

She wanted to spit fire too!

However, even though she couldn't learn any jutsu she did learn how to unlock her chakra as Orochi had recounted the steps to doing so even drawing a small illustration of how she should hold her hands to better concentrate. It had taken a little over an hour but after a long session of meditation, she had finally found her own chakra. She had been ecstatic though the mess that followed her discovery, however, had not proved to be as exciting to her as the feeling of energy rushing through her. Apparently she had a lot of chakra, enough that calling upon it had sent the objects in her room flying off the shelves.

She had to spend the rest of that afternoon cleaning up bits of broken glass which was not fun.

Still, the year had proven quite productive for her in most respects though in regards to her social life nothing much had changed. The civilians still avoided her and when she occasionally ran into shinobi at the library they appeared wary of her, openly watching her as she went about her business which had been somewhat intimidating at first but she had refused to back down instead turning to back at them until they stopped staring at her allowing her to study in peace.

That was another change, she discovered that she did not enjoy dealing with other people's rudeness which might have seemed obvious but she meant it more than she had stopped allowing people to walk over her. She didn't care if they wanted to ignore her but she wouldn't tolerate being openly disrespected or treated as second class. Especially not when Orochimaru had not allowed such things either. It had been a wake-up call to the village the first time she walked into a store with the village police in tow and had actually shut down a store for violating the laws by actively trying to sell her expired and rotten goods. It had become apparent since then that they could hate her all they wanted but she wouldn't take their guff.

It didn't make her popular but she considered having fair access to resources a good trade-off. They'd never liked her before anyway but at least now they weren't getting away with overcharging her or selling her faulty products.

"I should be asleep right now." She sighed puffing her porcelain cheeks with a slight pout and begrudgingly closing the latest in her growing collection of books. A fictional tale of a wandering ninja trying to atone for the sins of his past, a tale of lessons and redemption that left her feeling a slight warmth in her chest but she would have to come back to it later. Her first day of the academy started tomorrow and it wouldn't do for her. She wanted to make a good first impression as well as scope out her new classmates for any potential rivals.

Checking to make sure she had packed her bag well and her clothes were neatly folded she inspected herself once over before bed to make sure she was fully ready for tomorrow.

Her hair that had at one point reached down all the way to her back was now tied into two buns on either side of her head with short ribbons of hair falling from them while she'd gone for a hime-style cut with two distinct bangs framing her face. She saw the style while passing by a salon in one of the upper-class districts and wanted to try it for herself, a few books on hair care and styling and she learned to do it herself and kept the look.

She thought it was cute… but she wouldn't say that aloud since shinobi weren't supposed to care about looks.

She had also gotten herself a proper outfit. A simple white kimono shirt with her signature orange swirl on the back and a pair of black pants and black sandals, she had no interest in wearing a skirt or a dress seeing that as impractical. Around her hands, she had started to wear thick training bandages that offered her a layer of protection when she was training.

She thought that was suitable enough for now.

Finishing her once over she made her way into her room and crawled her way into bed. Tomorrow was a big day for her and she would need all the rest she could get.

…

"This is rather… underwhelming."

She sort of thought that the Academy would be a bit more impressive but truthfully the place seemed rather dull compared to her expectations. Comfortable enough sure, but nothing that really screamed that this was a place where shinobi were trained. She had caught sight of a few training dummies spread out around what she assumed to be the training yards and even the rather pathetic library on display within the building that she would likely never use outside of during her free time from classes.

"I have my doubts about the coming years but it is a necessary pain." She figured if she told herself that enough times she might actually start to believe it. "My classroom should be right around here…"

She stopped in front of a sliding wooden door with the room number twelve etched above it on a metal plaque. This is where she would be spending the next year at least if not the next few years assuming they didn't change rooms or teachers. Seeing no reason to delay the inevitable she slid the door open and stepped into the room her eyes already taking in each detail of her new surroundings.

There were only a few students waiting so she was glad she was at the very least wasn't late and she decided she'd take a seat off by the windows so that she could at least have something to look at. She noted the stares of her classmates as she passed by but paid them no mind continuing her stride towards her destination where she sat herself down, placing her bag beneath her desk and pulling out her book to pass the time though all the while she still kept an eye on the door.

Over the next twenty minutes, more and more children had filtered into the room before a brown-haired chunin with a ponytail and a distinct scar walked in and took his place at the front of the room.

Good morning everyone!" He said breaking the silence and turning all eyes onto him as he began his introduction. "My name is Iruka Umino, and I will be your primary instructor for the next four years starting today. You may address me as Umino-sensei or Iruka-sensei, whichever feels most comfortable to you." He said flashing a kind smile and offering a slight how towards his new class.

He seemed experienced with teaching given his confidence, she didn't notice any hesitation or stuttering in his speech. It was likely that he'd given this same introduction before many times in the past. At the very least that meant she wasn't going to be stuck with some bumbling fool who was far too busy trying to be perfect over providing actual knowledge, though that could still very well happen.

"Before we begin today's instruction I will be taking attendance, please stand up when you hear your name, and feel free to correct me if I mispronounce it. You will be with me for the foreseeable future so better to get any confusion out of the way early." He instructed grabbing a list and beginning roll call.

She tuned out most of the names given that there were many civilian born children in her class who would probably end up dropping out of the program if Orochimaru's notes were any indication but she did tune back in when the more likely candidates for graduation were called.

"Shino Aburame!"

The Aburame clan, they used insects as both scouts and weapons and were among the larger if more secretive clans in the village. They were not a group that trusted easily more often than not ended up working alone or with others of their clan but that did not mean they were weak by any means. If anything she thought they were among the stronger clans just by their abilities alone, the extent of which she would hopefully see as time went on.

"Choji Akimichi!"

The Akimichi clan, walking tanks or gentle giants as Orochi's notes referred to them. They were powerhouse fighters whose main abilities involved manipulating their size to deliver devastating damage. Still, she found it difficult to imagine the shy boy that was currently standing right now was in any way going to become a powerhouse but there was still time to be proven wrong.

"Sakura Haruno!"

The only thing about that name that caught her attention was the person attached to it. How on earth did a person end up with pink hair? Was that natural? What would she look like with pink hair?… That last one was purely for her own curiosity of course but her point still stood.

"Hinata Hyuga!"

The Hyuga clan, hand to hand experts with the ability to see through illusions, across great distances, through objects, and of course the one they were most well known for the ability to see the chakra within living creatures and objects with their byakugan. They made great trackers and were adept in incapacitating their targets without major harm.

"Kiba Inuzuka!"

The Inuzuka clan, trackers of the highest caliber owing to their relationship with battle-trained hounds. Fiercely loyal yet competitive to a fault they made for an overall very competent and talented ninja but they also tended to be very loud, something which had not ingratiated the clan to Orochimaru. She would reserve judgment for now but just looking at the boy she got the impression he would fall right in line with his clan.

"Shikamaru Nara!"

The Nara clan, Orochi's notes had been rather sparse for this group only mentioning that they should never be underestimated when pushed and that they used their shadows to fight, her curiosity towards the clan would hopefully be satisfied by interactions with Nara boy but in truth she found him to be rather… dull, for lack of a better word. Not dumb but simply boring to look at though perhaps that was the point. Deceive people into thinking they were nearly harmless before blindsiding them.

She'd keep an eye on him.

"Sasuke Uchiha!"

The Uchiha clan, household of the infamous sharingan. Frontline fighters at heart the clan currently served as the police force of the village and she'd had dealings with them from time to time. She didn't know the full extent of their abilities but what she did know was that the clan could supposedly learn any jutsu with just a glance and trap people in illusions with only a second of eye contact.

In her opinion that was utter garbage, but she was also very well aware that the world wasn't really fair and that some people just had good fortune and others didn't. If he were to activate his eyes he would almost assuredly be the top contender for her biggest obstacle. She would need to be careful around him,

There was a brief pause before the next name was called and she didn't miss the hardening of her new sensei's eyes as he silently read the name to himself before calling it out.

"...Natsumi Uzumaki."

She mentally rolled her eyes but her face gave away nothing as she silently stood and bowed respectfully toward her new "teacher" even if she could already feel her anticipation for the next four years dying inside her chest. She didn't even spare the chunin a passing glance as she sat down just as quickly as she had stood with the understanding that it was not worth the time. Either he'd come to tolerate her or he'd barely speak with her, so long as he did his job she didn't care which happened.

He didn't say a word just marking a check and moving on his voice returning to the enthusiastic pitch he'd maintained before calling her.

"Ino Yamanaka!"

The Yamanaka clan, Orochi's notes actually expressed a lot of interest in the group of mind walkers, the ability to view an opponent's memories and secrets appealing to his hunger for new knowledge. They could even take control of people's bodies which made them good at spying and sabotage especially. The girl didn't seem all the special but it was her techniques that would matter more than her looks.

Iruka called a few more names before nodding and setting his list down. They would spend the next two hours going over what they could expect out of their first year, what they would need, and going over any questions they had.

All the while she wanted to bang her head into her desk as she realized that she'd already covered most of what they were going to learn this year. The only things she had to look forward to were the practical sessions where they would be taught beginner level taijutsu and how to properly throw shuriken and kunai. Otherwise, this was only going to be a waste of her time.

She could only hope the following three years would treat her better but she'd never been a particularly lucky girl.

AN. Chapter/Prompt Complete!

This idea would just not leave my head and so for the sake of my own sanity, I've been forced to at the very least jot it down before it drove me nuts which is also why it's shorter than my other works. I don't know how much I'll expand on it or if this will be all I ever write but we'll see.

This chapter is more set up than anything since I have to start somewhere but with all the idea's I have for this, should I continue, I think it will be a fun ride. For those familiar with my other story "A Better Path" this should feel a pretty familiar though with some very obvious differences. I tried to condense a lot of the early chapters of ABP into one chapter to avoid the drag that bogs the early stages of that story down while still setting up Natsumi to do shake things up and I think I did a decent job of that. Granted you don't get that same in-depth understanding of the main character but that works out here I think since it leaves room to guess what's going on and how she'll develop.

Since I don't know what I will do with this prompt/idea I can only offer some faint ideas of my thought process for those interested in it:

In regards to Naruto or in this case, Natsumi's character I obviously wanted her to be inspired by Orochimaru but from a more sympathetic point of view rather than the "Sudden love of science" or "Witnessing unappreciated talent and following in its footsteps" sides that other people use when doing something similar. While I do envision parts of the latter making their way into the character I try to make it clear that she is not connecting with the monster at the moment but rather the child that will become the monster, the one who parallels herself and in a way guides her when no one else will. We see a more innocent side to the man who will be hated but all Natsuki sees is a kindred soul that she can put herself beside and that helps her cope.

It's also for this reason I have her as a more vibrant character for some moments rather than trying to force her into being a second Orochimaru from the start. She can still appreciate cute things, she can still have childish dreams of breathing fire like a dragon, and she calls a deadly missing-nin by a pet name because from what she knows he isn't a bad person, just a kid like herself in a bad circumstance. That said, this connection she is making with the image of Orochimaru she has in her head also has the potential to make her more susceptible to his ways of thinking which will naturally impact her own thoughts and decisions as well. She has her moments of coldness and even the way she thinks is shifting but like with ABP I still want her to be her own character, not a one to one clone of another character.

As a note this is NOT going to be a Natsumi x Orochimaru story or anything, she looks up to him as a kindred spirit and a mentor, not anything else to be clear.

Anywho not going to do a super long AN for what may end up as a one-shot but if you have questions feel free to PM them to me or leave them in a review and I will try and answer them as soon as I can! Stay safe!