"I want to conceive a child."

A less disciplined man would have choked on his drink at that, but as he was, Orochimaru maintained his composure enough to calmly swallow and raise his eyebrows questioningly at his companion. She'd been vague about why she'd invited him over on such short notice, he thought, but he hadn't expected it to be something like this. "What did you say?"

"I want to conceive a child," Medusa said again, giving him a small smirk. "For my latest experiment with black blood; I need a subject."

"I told you before, I'm not exactly in short supply of human subjects, and I'm happy to give you one if you - "

"No," she cut him off. "I want this one to have the strongest genetics possible from the start, and the way I see it, the best results would come from it being our own child."

For a moment, Orochimaru debated whether to ask her if she'd been drinking to come up with this, but decided it would be better not to irritate his partner like that. And he had to admit, she had a good point. The offspring of a powerful witch and a legendary shinobi...He couldn't keep from wondering, just what would a child like that turn out to be?

Medusa's smirk widened. She knew she had sparked his interest. "Orochimaru," she murmured, getting up from her chair and going around the table to get next to him. She leaned in close to him and gently cupped his face with one hand. "I've spent months on end planning and preparing this experiment. I believe it may be my greatest yet. All I need now...is you. Will you do it, for me?"

Orochimaru considered it for another moment. She'd called their hypothetical child an experiment, and he assumed this meant he would not have much part in actually raising it. That eliminated a few possible problems right there. And this experiment she was talking about itself fascinated him, like all his partner's research into black blood and madness did, and he was already quite eager to find out just what it entailed. A serpentine grin stretched across Orochimaru's face. His mind was made up. "It would be my pleasure, dear."

With that, he let Medusa take his hand, pull him up from his chair, and lead him out of the living room and into her bedroom. Any possible drawbacks were put out of his mind, and none of them were of real concern anyway. Orochimaru had only two things on his mind now: his beautiful partner and his intense interest in this supposed greatest experiment yet. He could hardly wait to see what was in store for them.


A/N - Okay, so this opening kind of sucks, but trust me, the rest of the fic will be better. I have it all planned out. I don't know where it started, but somehow I've ended up seriously shipping Medusa and Orochimaru, and then this fic happened. Also...I have an alternate opening. It's the worst joke ever, but I'm putting it in anyway:

"I want to conceive a child," Medusa said again, giving him a small smirk. "For my latest experiment with black blood; I need a subject."

Orochimaru's expression was blank for a moment, then his face split into a wide grin. "Ohhh, I get it," he said, wagging his eyebrows. "You want to see my Nake Snake?"

Medusa immediately leaped over the table and punched him square in the jaw, and Orochimaru fell to the floor knowing he deserved to be shot for that pun alone.


Next chapter: Happy(ish) family time with Orochimaru, Kabuto, Medusa, and baby!Crona.