Orochimaru's Angst (Really.)
DISCLAIMER: DON'T OWN. LIKE, AT ALL. SO DON'T SUE! SERIOUSLY! NARUTO AND ALL THE CHARACTERS BELONG TO THAT ONE GUY WHO CREATED THEM WHOSE NAME I CANNOT REMEMBER FOR CRAP. Kay.
I learn all this Jutsu shit, just to prove to people I'm not just that kid with the freak toad pervert kid and the genius sensei. And that superficial, hemophobic, cashless bitch.
And then, I get my ass handed to me, my ownage plans blown up in my face, plus my arms get all fucked up all in the same day. What the fuck?
And, since life is a bitch, I'm here. Angsting. Typing this with my fucking tongue. Kabuto, shut the fuck up. You were typing with cheetos dust on your fingers again; I can taste it. Kabuto, shut the fuck up! It isn't fucking funny!
And you! Fucking Konohagakure! Douchbags. Oh, and note to those three useless fucking ANBU jerkoffs who were waiting outside my barrier? Yeah? Fuck you. What the hell were you going to do, sit and watch? Oh, yeah, wait. That's exactly what you did.
Why are the ANBU now such assholes? Seriously, Hokage Whatever? Change the fucking ANBU entry exams, or something. Don't fuck with the kunai if you're only going to use it to trim your nails, double fucks!
And Uchiha! The fuck? Dammit.
As to the rest of you, fuck you. That is pretty much all, for now.
*sigh* Fucking Cheetos dust, all over my fucking face now...