He hated to see her cry.

His pale hand cupped her sullen face.

“Weak.” The only word he would speak to her.

His face contorted to a sneer as he watched emotions flash across her lavender eyes. Tears welled up in her eyes and threatened to spill.

Weak.

That was what she was.

Why was she here? His grip hardened and she winced as her tears spilled down her cheeks.

He hated to see her cry.

A waste of a bloodline limit. Her only value.

Roughly he removed his hand. His eyes swirled red as he looked upon her pathetic weak form.

“Uchiha-san…pl-please…” she weakly begged, as she slightly shifted her bindings, eyes pleading for release, either to be freed or to be killed.

Weak. She was too weak to even free herself.

Orochimaru would gain nothing from such a weak person. His cold eyes barely looked at her as he left her cell.

He hated to see her cry, her tears did nothing but anger him.

Yet everyday he would stop by her cell and everyday she would cry in front of him.

He closed the door behind him with a frown.

Why did she cry? Wasn’t she tired of crying?

Running his hands through his hair he let out a tired sigh. Glancing to his reflection on a mirror he noted his features, growing more like his older brother’s and he remembered his once happy life from before. His eyes hardened as he shattered the mirror. He could not afford to be weak with emotions. He could only save himself. He had to be strong for that.

Perhaps tomorrow, she would be stronger.

Perhaps tomorrow, she will not cry.

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And update?!!? Holy cow!

Heh, thank you all for the pm’s yes wedding plans are sooo crazy and I hardly have anytime to think clearly…

But have no fear! I really really hope to get all my stories updated before the wedding…(really hopes)

Gomen for the lack of updates…but I’ve had no inspiration to write lately…