Ch 106

I drifted through a dream I can't quite recall, lost in a haze of swirling colors and whispers. It felt both familiar and foreign, pulling at my heartstrings in a way that left me unsettled. 

Suddenly, I jolted awake, the remnants of my dream slipping away like sand through my fingers. As I blinked away the sleep, I saw Orochimaru sitting beside me, his gaze calm and penetrating. 

He gently wiped away the tears that had escaped during my restless night, his thumb brushing softly against my cheek. 

"What were you dreaming about?" he asked, his voice smooth and soothing. 

I shook my head, the words tangled in my mind. 

"I don't know," I admitted, the emptiness of my memory weighing heavily on me. 

"I can't remember." 

His presence felt both comforting and strange, like a bridge between the fading dream and the reality I now faced. I don't know why I feel calm and comfortable, but I'll allow these weird feelings to linger. 

I don't have the energy to care. 

"How long was I out?" 

My body must've given out on me without my knowledge, how weird. I didn't even see the signs, or, I was just blind to them. 

"A full day the first time you passed out, this time was only about 6 hours." 

Less than I thought, I had thought he was going to say something like 3 days and I would've had an actual reason to pass out. 

I sighed, slightly annoyed by how things turned out. My body was heavy and aching. Each movement felt like wading through molasses as I struggled to sit up. 

My limbs were weak, but determination flickered within me. I took a deep breath, pushing through the discomfort, reminding myself that I needed to rise and reclaim my strength. 

I can't just stay here, I need to get stronger so I won't have to go through this again. I wing one leg over the bed, my feet touching the cool floor. 

It sent a slight shiver down my spine as I was completely engulfed in warmth and this cool marble floor was the exact opposite. 

My other leg joined the first one, and I braced myself for this next challenge. Standing up. I sat on the edge of the bed, determination surging through me as I tried to stand. 

My legs felt like lead, trembling beneath me. I pushed up, but my body wouldn't cooperate, and I collapsed back down, frustration bubbling within. 

Taking a deep breath, I steadied myself and tried again. This time, I focused on the ground, channeling every ounce of strength I had. Slowly, I felt the pressure shift, and with a final push, I rose to my feet. 

It was shaky, but I stood tall, a mix of relief and amusement coursing through me. It reminds me of when I was first walking when I got into this body. 

I grunted, my legs were like jello, so wobbly. I took a shaky step, wanting to leave this room. Orochimaru, who was watching me silently, stepped beside me, offering his arm. 

Seeing as this man nursed me back to health without criticizing me, I didn't think twice before accepting it. I felt a little bad, pushing my body weight onto him after he just switched bodies himself. 

But he didn't seem to mind. 

Neither do I. 

I'll regret everything later when my body isn't like this. Health is top priority. We make it out of the room, the light in the hallway sort of blinding me in the process. My eyes soon got used to it and we began walking. 

To where? 

I don't know. 

But I also don't care, I just wanted to get out of the room. We walked past where I fought all those lackeys, to which I spared the room a glance, before walking away. 

It was kind of odd, it was almost like Orochimaru knew what was up. Like Orochimaru could hear my thoughts, he rolled his eyes and spoke. 

"I allowed you to take on battles, but I chose opponents that were weak. It seemed you were the only one unaware of your own fatigue." 

I'm getting scolded again, called out by another person I would've never thought would speak to me this way. I don't like it one bit. 

"Was it that obvious?" 

I couldn't really tell if I was good or not before. I wasn't even thinking about it. But like he said, everyone but me must've known. 

This is embarrassing. 

Orochimaru only acknowledged my words but a hum of affirmation. Somehow it was worse than if he had just said yes. 

This sucks. 

I need to get my energy back, I feel drained after small tasks. And being like this would put me in a bad spot. I'm glad I ran away when I did, imagine Obito seeing me like this. 

God, that would make me pass away right there and then. 

We make it to a room, looks normal. Looks like mine, but I knew it wasn't as this wasn't where my room was. And also all my stuff wasn't here. 

"This is Sasuke's room" 

Orochimaru led me to the bed and helped me sit down. I raised a brow at him, not exactly sure why I should be here. 

"He wanted to talk." 

Orochimaru, that doesn't explain anything either. 

You are useless. 

A/n A little bit of a short chapter, but a chapter nonetheless. That sounds bad... I love you! Enjoy~