[Naruto] A Tokusatsu Reporter in the Snake's Lair

Orochimaru pairing

Blurb:

/ In this world, where things are chaotic and small-scale wars break out from time to time, are you worried that you might die young? Are you afraid of dying alone on the battlefield?

Don't you want to leave behind a magnificent collection of battle footage that will be remembered for generations?

We think what you think and worry about what worries you!

The Time-Traveling Correspondents Agency is always at your service!

If you need us, leave your blood information at the teleportation array below this flyer, and your personal correspondent will arrive right away!/

A flyer from another world landed in someone's hand. He thought nothing of it and tucked it into the deepest part of his clothing.

Then, one day, when he was at the end of his rope and separated from his companions, he coughed up blood. It stained the front of his clothes and soaked the flyer through.

The world before him stirred without a breeze. He thought it was an enemy attack, but instead a rabbit-like boy came bouncing out.

The boy said, "Hello, your correspondent has arrived! Portrait photos cost 50 cc of blood, short videos cost 200 cc, and hourly filming starts at 200 cc with no upper limit!"

The man's golden, slit-pupiled eyes narrowed. Without expression, he spat out another mouthful of blood, turning his already pallid face even whiter.

The boy pondered. "Hmm... You don't look like you can pay."

He disappointedly put away his fangs, only to discover that the agency that had sent him here had vanished without a word. It had run out of energy and couldn't maintain the connection!

He'd signed up with the agency because he couldn't afford to eat! And now they'd sent him here and abandoned him!

The boy's stomach rumbled, and the blood-soaked man before him smelled better and better.

What delicious blood! Unable to resist any longer, the boy pounced and forcibly collected his fee.

Pinning down the injured, powerless man, he licked the blood that hadn't dried yet from his body, following it all the way into the man's mouth. He managed to get about half full. When he came to his senses, the man before him had passed out, either from his severe injuries or from rage at being "ravaged."

When the man woke again, a campfire was burning before him, and the suspicious-looking boy was sitting in front of it, roasting what appeared to be entrails.

Seeing him wake, the boy grinned, showing his little fangs. "Want some wild boar liver? It's good for replenishing blood!"

The scene of the boy pouncing on him before he blacked out flashed through his mind. He could still feel the lingering softness in his mouth.

He sneered.

"I'd rather have something else."

Theme: Peace is hard-won