Chapter 9 “Unwanted Interruption”

To top it all off, I wore black gloves though sometimes I would switch them to the fingerless gloves.

I felt like taking a shower and changing into something that was more comfortable so I got my folded towels and headed into my personal bathroom. It was never there when I settled in but since I had so much trouble finding the bathroom in the lair, Orochimaru got his henchmen to build a personal bathroom in my bedroom for me, which was really helpful in my case.

But I knew he wouldn't simply offered it to anyone else; he knew Sasuke wouldn't see eye-to-eye at all with him and he wanted to start on the right foot with the boy. That, in which, didn't happen.

Or it did, depending how it was viewed.

Once I was done with my shower, I stepped out dripping wet with a big towel wrapped around my body and another towel around my head. I allowed myself to sit there for a short while for my body to dry, then changed into a pair of grey track pants and a white tank top.

Satisfied of my comfortable appearance, I headed back to the bathroom to fetch my paddle brush. As I stood in front of my mirror, I began to comb out the tangles in my long, dark hair.

I used to comb my hair in the shower, but it took a lot of energy since I grew it out so long and I simply had no patience for it anymore. I was struggling on one particular tangle that my comb couldn't brush through, when suddenly I heard a knock on my door.

I checked the time that hung on the wall and it said it was half past ten. Why at this time this person was in need of me? I hoped as I let my brush hung from my hair hopelessly that whoever it was, they would get the message that I wasn't available and go away.

But no, the knocking continued. I could simply just ignore it, but by the looks of it— and the sound of it – that person was persistent and wasn't going to leave.

I had enough.

I huffed in frustration and marched my way to the door, and I opened it. At that very moment, I regretted ever opening this damned door.

And I was mad at myself because I could've simply use basic sensory jutsu to determine the knocker by their chakra.

There, standing at the door was the last person I wanted to see, especially at this time.

"What do you want, Kabuto?" I seethed in question, giving him a deadly glare.

My current mood wasn't the mood to be bothered with yet four eyes doesn't give any type of damn.

He simply smirked at my question. "Gee, someone's in a bad mood…" He mused mockingly as he adjusted his glasses.

Would it make me a bad person if I break them? Because the temptation was sky high right now.

"I don't have time to deal with your crap, four eyes. You already bothered me enough for today, now go away!" I snapped and attempted to close the door.

But it failed because he halted the door from slamming in front of his face with his hand. I noticed this and I opened the door again, this time with an even deadlier stare.

"Hold on princess, I did not come here to bother you. " He commented smugly with his fake smile; he wasn't even phased that I tried to slam the door on him without warning.

"Then what, four eyes!? I'm busy at the moment!" I hissed harshly due to his appearance and the fact that the comb stuck in my hair started to bug me.

"May I come in?" He suddenly asked, ignoring my anger.

Anger instantly turned into confusion; the heck?

I gathered my emotions, and I placed a hard look on my face. "Why?" I questioned demandingly.

"You just said you were busy…" He answered, then he pointed at my head. "And I could see why…" He added with a blank look on his face.

I glanced at where his finger was pointing, and I knew he was referring to the comb in my hair. I went on to thinking about the reason why I allowed my hair to grow this long.

"Get to the point…" I ordered impatiently.

For some reason, he chuckled at my misfortune. "I figured I should lend you a hand…"

That was a shock; Kabuto wanted to help me? As in assist me to achieve what needed to be done? Who was he kidding?

"Stop wasting my time with your lies, I'm done with them…" I was then prepared to shut the door again.

But he sensed that and held the door wide open, preventing me from ever trying again. I was in shock that he had this much strength.

"I'm serious. And honestly, you actually need it…" He advised as he scanned the situation which was my hair knot.

"The hell!? You don't know that!" I refuted exasperatedly as I moved my head away from him.

If he knew what was best for him, he would stay far away from me.

Dismissing my rebellion, he reached over and tapped the glued comb. "Well actually I do…" He countered calmly as he then gripped the handle and tried wiggled the comb.

That caused me to gasp in pain. I shot him a look, hinting him that it hurt a bit.

"For starters, it seems to me that the comb is very well stuck in the knot. If you tried to brush with force any longer, you could severely rip a bunch of hair from your scalp which isn't exactly good for both the hair follicles and scalp.

That could result a permanent bald spot. " He implied, his hand still remained gripping on the handle.

It didn't matter to me anymore; I was petrified by the vision of having a huge bald spot.