Blindside Lykomancer ============================|+|============================ Orochimaru never saw it coming; he never knew anything until the other shinobi slammed into him, a whirlwind kick took his legs out from under him, and he suddenly found himself on his back in the fresh green spring grass, dew dampening his clothes. Strong hands twisted into the folds of his kimono hard enough to rip the delicate silk and a heavy weight settled on him as the other nin used the continued forward momentum from his pounce to rock forward on his knees and lean all the way down; he didn’t even manage to get his breath back long enough to snarl at the fucking idiot before a hot, overly-eager mouth crashed into his, tongue rude and unskilled as it jabbed at his lips and then dove between when they parted under the assault, probing awkwardly. He’d never even seen it coming. Jiraiya’s concealment techniques were superb, after all. fin ============================|+|============================