lately in your village, there’s been a harsh winter storm. it was the hardest winter yet, and even the academies were closed. the village never saw something like this before.

orochimaru was a homeless child. nobody wanted him because his appearance. his pale skin, snake-like features. it made him an outcast..an homeless outcast. he was a genius, yes, but he couldn’t use his talents anywhere.

it was night and you were walking home from a late night store run when you heard something. it was a subtle sound, but you easily picked up on it. you turned and saw a child in an alleyway, shivering to death. something in you caused you walking to him and he looked up, his body obviously cold. he needed warmth or he was going to freeze from hypothermia.

“g-go away…” he said, hissing at you, but he quickly coughed which made him grimace.