# Popali. Konoha's Snakes were hit

Аноним Sakura_Kenshin

A biochemist from our world gets to Orochimaru at the moment of death and he takes care of her. While trying to figure out who she is and where she's from. The beginning of a normal life in Konoha.

Konoha's Snakes were hit

Сакура Кеншин.


1 Torn out of the shinigami ap.


Orochimaru

Immortality... truly, an idea capable of overshadowing the mind. Even genome transplantation is not capable of shaking up our stagnant world as much as the emergence of technology that provides the opportunity to deceive Shinigami... It seems that with age, the Teacher's mind has gone beyond reason. He was afraid of death. Kuu... Strange. After all, the Third Hokage used to stare at her fearlessly in the face, but now... Now he requires me to develop a technique that gives immortality to the body. I was even starting to get some things right. Nan-no-kaizo greatly expanded the body's capabilities... Fushi Tensei... I haven't tried it out yet... but still, the side effects are too great. I will not dare to present this to the Teacher, so as not to drop his opinion of me. We need to look for something more... But the problem is that I don't even know how to approach this task yet.

And I decided to resort to a remedy that has always helped me. A walk around Konohagakure. The rustle of leaves, the soft music of the wind... All this slowly calms me down, gives me time to gather my strength and thoughts, and puts me in a state suitable for further work.

"Coo!"!!

I couldn't resist. Something has changed in the world. And it was an unkind change. The birds fell silent. The forest's small fry quieted down or splashed to the sides. On the verge of sensitivity, I felt the presence of a pressing Force. A familiar, but at the same time completely alien Force. Stop. This is how those who were lucky enough to survive described the Shinigami's presence. Which means...

I hadn't finished my thought yet, but my feet were already carrying me towards the source of the change. That's just it... I'm late. The passage to other worlds was closed just when I appeared in the clearing. And only the girl lying on her back on the blood-soaked grass said that I hadn't imagined what had happened.

Stop. A girl? Maybe she'll remember something. And the fact that she was so close to the Shinigami... My research can advance a lot. The stranger was lying on the grass. Her black hair was bathed in her own blood, spurting out of her punctured throat. She has only a few seconds left to live, no more.

I've been thinking about all this since I started intensive care. Strange... but all the jutsu worked as if death had decided to step aside and admire the efforts of the hapless Iryenin. Of course, the fatal wounds were gradually healing, and the blood loss was replenished as if by itself. Is the Shinigami letting her go? Ku... I don't know who you are, I don't know who hurt you, or how you got here... But I will definitely reveal your secrets.


The Gelya

Painfully. It hurts a lot. An overturned car is burning nearby. Everything is swimming in front of my eyes and there is a strange taste on my lips... probably iron. I closed my eyes for a second. Just for one second.

When I could open my eyes again...

The last thing this place looked like was our modern hospital. A semi-dark room with a small, very narrow window - the only light source. Unbleached walls, low ceiling... Nothing familiar.

It's so strange that I can think coherently. I should be in a lot of pain after that terrible accident, but I'm not. I tried to move, to raise my hand, and to my surprise, it was easy. Naturally, the hand was in bandages. Bandages were everywhere they could be seen or felt, including on his face. It's not pleasant. However, there is a suspicion that I got off very lightly.

"Have you come to your senses yet?" I turned my head towards the voice and saw a tall young man of extremely pleasant appearance. It was difficult to make out his face in more detail, I was not used to such a weak light.

"Who are you?" I asked, or rather, I wanted to ask, but no sound came out of my mouth.

"It looks like everything is as I feared." The man came up to me and gently touched my throat with thin, cool fingers. It seemed to me that his eyes were absolutely amazing with an unusual cut - yellow, with a vertical pupil. A very narrow pale face, thin lips and long hair.

"Your throat was badly damaged, and it looks like the ligaments couldn't be repaired. Can you sit down?"

"I thought about it, and then I tried." It was pretty easy, but the man had to hold me. I smiled, though I suspect it wasn't much of a smile. It's not that my savior was too endearing, rather, on the contrary, he scared me a little, but if I can't thank him properly, then at least that way.

"Well, what am I supposed to do with you?" From the looks of it, he was pretty confused. "I've never done charity work before."

All I could do was shrug my shoulders. The fact that I couldn't speak made my existence much more difficult. The man left, and I was lost in thoughts about the oddities.

First of all: the language. My savior was clearly not speaking in Russian. Secondly: clothes. Most of all, the man's costume resembled a symbiosis of a special forces uniform and an oriental costume. And I'm wearing something like a bathrobe... A kimono! It suddenly dawned on me. More precisely, a yukata. A soft silk housecoat. Who changed my clothes?... Not the most important question in my situation. She's alive, and okay.

Third: the eyes in particular and the face in general. Well, he's definitely not Russian, his face is very narrow, triangular, but surprisingly harmonious. He's not handsome, but he's certainly a very interesting man.

I stared at the wall, running strands of dark hair through my fingers, also bandaged. The time dragged on endlessly and I really wanted to eat. I wonder how long I've been here? And really, why did he save me? And most importantly, who is he?

It's hard to say how much time has passed. The slowly darkening sky became my watch. But a young woman with two blond tails and my savior entered the room that I had arbitrarily considered mine. The woman is clearly unhappy, and the man has food in his hands.

"Orochimaru, I don't understand why you need this, but..."

"You've already said it, Tsunade," the man's voice turned out to be quite pleasant to the ear, it's strange that I didn't pay attention to it the first time, but it was a little `hissing', which only reinforced the resemblance to a snake. "Just examine her."

The blonde looked at me as if I had stolen her rhinestones, but she sat down on the edge of the bed and began to remove the bandages. To be honest, my heart skipped a beat. Well, what girl wouldn't worry if she had a chance to stay disfigured for the rest of her life?

"Fuck your energy, but in the peaceful direction of Orochimaru" Tsunade sighed, looking at me. "Such a medic would come out!"

"I'm used to being the best, and I can't beat you in the medical field. Doctor, will the patient live?"

"The patient," Tsunade shot me a tired, displeased look, "Not only will he live, but he will break more than one man's heart."

I felt a rush of heat. I struggled with the urge to feel my face and make sure there were no scars.

"Well, why are you standing there with a tray like you're lost?" The blonde shouted at Orochimaru. It's an interesting name, I haven't seen it for sure, I've probably heard it briefly, but I don't know where.

"Bring the girl a mirror!"

I was wrong about Tsunade. She's good. She understands exactly what a woman needs more now.

"I thought you said that patients should be fed." I could understand the mockery in Orochimaru's voice. Yes, that's how illogical and unstable we women are: we need to be fed, or the mirror is more important. After putting the food on the bedside table, he quietly left.

"In this case, the mirror is much more important than the food."

I nodded quickly, confirming the blonde's words. Seeing my own reflection was much more important to me than eating.

"Well, now let's get acquainted."

Still, it's not for nothing that I didn't like her. And their names remind me of something! I wish I knew what?

"What's your name?"

I honestly tried to answer, although something told me that my real name was Gela, which would seem very exotic here. Naturally, there were no sounds. The blonde frowned, obviously trying to think - oh, how would the hair not darken. Tsunade's gaze became unpleasant, appraising, as if she was catching a spy.

"What's your name?"

Well, if she's that interested... repeat with the same effect. By the way, just now, I noted: Tsunade doesn't say what I hear, the articulation and phonetics don't match. Mysticism, however. So if we assume that she was trying to lip-read, then I have a suspicion that this is a dead number. Before the blonde could ask another question, the mirror and Orochimaru appeared. Well, it's about time! Was he standing under the door? As soon as the coveted piece of glass was in my hands, I breathed a sigh of relief. Reflected in the mirror was a pretty young girl whose age was impossible to guess. In my hometown, I was given from 16 to 30. Dark eyes, unhealthy pallor, although I am far from Orochimaru. Dark hair is shorter than it was, but longer than it could have been after the accident. In general, I was reflected in the mirror by my beloved.

"And also, Tsunade," in such a deceptively soft voice and an affectionate smile, the blonde and I became interested together, staring at this snake like banderlogs at a Ka. "Don't you think my patient is tired?"

I don't know about Tsunade herself, but his smile, intonation, and look immediately made me want to stand at attention. This feeling was probably experienced by every person when he was caught by a kindergarten teacher in the midst of a pillow fight at such a boring quiet hour.

"And you, dear girl, don't forget to eat before you go back to rest."

I nodded obediently and smiled. I don't know where I am, I don't really know what's wrong with me, but everything is much better than it could be. But what will you have to pay for such luck?


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