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Three weeks without food. Sasuke didn't think it would be as physically tiring as it actually was. He had prepared himself for the mental pain, the constant stings of hunger that had racked his body the first two weeks. The gnawing feeling had crept up on him in the third week but he had been ready for that as well.

What he hadn't expected was the drowsiness. Being stuck in the same, lightless, room for twenty-one days, the only source of light left him blind whenever the door opened. At that point, he kept his eyes shut when Kabuto came to give him water. That was four times a day, six hours between each echo of footsteps and the creaking of the door opening. He was tired, a majority of his muscles ached and his eyes always felt heavy no matter how many hours he slept. During the first two weeks he had done countless things to pass the time in the darkness, anything to keep his mind busy. Now, he tried to keep his mind blank, to stop himself from thinking about hunger.

It had been over a year and a half since he had abandoned Konoha but this was his first test of hunger. Three weeks, he would be doing much longer periods of time later on. Orochimaru had promised him that. The gnawing came back with force, his stomach cramping fiercely. He brought his hand to his stomach, it had been taught before, now his stomach dipped below his hips, more boney than it had been in the fifteen years of his life.

His arms and legs had lost the little fat he'd had along with most of his muscle. He had taken to just lying or sitting down on the stone bed when he was too hungry to train, too tired to stand or pace. Sighing, Sasuke opened his eyes and traced the lines etched into the ceiling in the darkness, something he had taken to when all he could do was lay in bed, lacking the energy to do anything else. Footsteps echoed in the hallway, their dull thudding growing louder as the person got closer and closer to Sasuke's cell. The door opened and light flooded into the small cell, colored spots dancing underneath his eyelids.

"Sasuke." Kabuto's voice rang through the Uchiha's ears, the rankly sweet sound of someone else to keep Sasuke from losing the last of his sanity. "Water." Sighing, Sasuke brought his hands to the stone he lay upon and sat up, using his arms for support. The white haired male stepped up to the stone bed, bringing his unnaturally cold hands to Sasuke's shoulders, helping the younger boy sit up with his eyes still closed.

Holding his hands out, Sasuke waited for Kabuto to place the cup of water in his hands and when the small wooden cup was securely in his grasp he brought it up to his mouth, dry mouth flooded with the cool liquid. He drank it down in three gulps, the foul aftertaste making him frown. Squinting into the light, Sasuke licked his lips, trying to figure out what he had just swallowed.

"That wasn't, water." Sasuke murmured. His head was starting to feel dizzy, what little eyesight he had was slipping away. Light and shadows blurred together as Kabuto's hands held onto his shoulders, their clamminess sending shivers down Sasuke's spine as he fell into oblivion.

"My, my, what a quick recovery. That was a fairly potent dose Sasuke, but you were out just fifteen minutes." Sasuke could hear the amusement in Orochimaru's voice before he realized he was awake. "The injection, Kabuto."

"Yes, Orochimaru-sama." Kabuto's voice murmured reverently. His body felt heavier than normal, most likely due to the drug. He could feel the hard stone floor against his entire body, the cool metal on his wrists and on the back of his knees. Opening his eyes, Sasuke could see flames lighting up the room he was in. It was the same as every other room in hideout, walls and ceilings carved with black swirling lines, torches hung on walls to hide the shadowy corners.

"You've gotten thinner, Sasuke. You must be starving, three weeks is a long time without food." Orochimaru attempted to tease.

"No." Sasuke replied. He blinked and inhaled deeply through his nose. When Orochimaru had it in his mind to do something, the best option was to not struggle. He was too weak to break his chains let alone fight the snake.

"Not even the least bit? Now Sasuke, look at you, nothing but skin and bone." Sasuke could feel Orochimaru's clammy hand on his back, running down his abnormally prominent spinal chord.

"Hn." Sasuke muttered. He wanted to flinch at the touch but controlled himself. Orochimaru wasn't going to get the better of him just because he was hungry.

"Kabuto, give Sasuke his own injection. I'm getting impatient." Orochimaru spoke to the white haired male that Sasuke couldn't see. "Sasuke, get on your hands and knees, we're going to do some training." The Uchiha was still for a moment, deciding on whether or not to obey the order. The chains rattled when he moved to comply, his arms started to shake at the effort and he relaxed, forcing himself to stop. As he straightened his head, having been lying with one of his cheeks pressed to the floor he could see a strange flicker of firelight. Turning his head, Sasuke came face to face with himself.

It was a mirror, he realized. His face was gaunt; any sort of fat he had retained from childhood was gone. He stared into his own eyes, the black depths reflecting nothing. Sasuke looked down to his chest watching it exaggeratedly expand and collapse as he breathed. He could see the chains cuffing his wrists reach up to the darkness of the ceiling.

"Yes, Orochimaru-sama." Kabuto's voice echoed in the room and Sasuke turned his head to see the older ninja in the mirror coming up behind him with a syringe. He could see the white haired man flick the syringe's needle and watched as the liquid spurted from it. "I'd almost say that expression is fear, Sasuke."

"Do I look scared?" Sasuke asked banally. He could see Kabuto's lips twitch in anger as he bent down on one knee, an unusually warm hand resting on his bare skin.

"The question is, should you be?" Kabuto whispered.

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Turning away from the mirror, Sasuke attempted to rule in his features. The drug was dissipating and his body was cold, the room and floor was freezing.

"How do you feel, Sasuke?" Orochimaru asked. He watched in the mirror for any sort of reaction. Sasuke's lower body ached and throbbed with his heartbeat but he kept his expression dull, bored.

"Hn." Sasuke murmured. He listened to Orochimaru stand, dusting off his decaying body and moved to pick up his clothes, obviously angry that he hadn't affected Sasuke like he had hoped to and had missed the moments when he did in his own pleasure. Sasuke's stomach roared to life, stabbing hunger returning with a vengeance.

"You're things have been packed. We're moving to another hideout." Sasuke almost didn't hear the man over his lower bodies calls, empty and hungry. Orochimaru picked up his clothes from the floor and literally slithered into them, morphing his body to slide into them before returning to his original form, filling the clothes properly.

"When?" Sasuke asked. His voice caught in his throat and he croaked his question out. The snake lover came back to Sasuke, reaching up into the darkness to pull at the Uchiha's chained arms. With the sound of his chains clattering to the floor, the young Uchiha's arms fell to his side before clicking open. Sasuke could see Orochimaru press down on a spiral on the floor, the cuffs on the back of his knees opening in response.

"Now." Orochimaru turned away from the younger male and opened the door. Light flooded the room, blinding Sasuke as he closed his eyes, still kneeling where he had awoken. He waited until Orochimaru had closed the door, leaving Sasuke in firelight, before he moved. Rubbing at his boney wrists, Sasuke carefully got to his feet, ignoring the mirror as it reflected his movements.

In the corner of the room was a heap of clothes, what Sasuke had been wearing when Kabuto had drugged him. Nearly sighing in relief, Sasuke rushed to put his clothes back on, the cold biting at his skin as he regained more and more of his senses. As soon as he was dressed, the Uchiha hobbled to the other side of the room, towards the door. His body screamed in protest, he wanted to sleep, he wanted to eat and be filled again.

At some point on his quest for the door his sense of smell had returned and he became acutely aware that the entire room smelled of sex and death. There was no doubt in his mind that he reeked of the same stench of decay and sweat. Orochimaru had used him. That was abundantly clear and Sasuke had to reel in his anger to stop himself from going and attacking the snake in his weakened state. As an Uchiha, he would get his revenge when the time was right. With one hand, he opened the door to the room and was blinded by light. He brought up his hand to shield his eyes and placed the other on his stomach, trying to quell the dual pain raging in the lower half of his body.

A cold wind rushed past Sasuke, reaching into his body to destroy what little warmth he had left. His eyes were slow in adjusting to the natural light but as he acclimatized his eyes he tried to figure what was wrong with the world. Bringing his hand down, all Sasuke could see was white and black.

What was once a hallway was gone. An entire part of the hideout had collapsed and snow had covered the rubble, the black were the hallways on the other side of the devastation. As it became easier for Sasuke to see, he could make out bodies in the snow, dead and cold. The snow was stained with bits of flesh and darkened blood stains.

Orochimaru's hideout had been found and attacked. His arrangements for staying here the entire winter were disrupted and his whole plan was now blotted by this unforeseen occurrence. That was why-Sasuke's stomach ached and he brought his hand from his stomach down to the shallow dip above his jarringly jutting hips. The last thought fleeing from his mind before he could grasp it.

His body reacted, shivers travelling up his spine as his insides churned. Sasuke's mind brought up the memory of looking into the mirror, seeing himself. Sasuke thought he was going to puke but his stomach only fluttered nauseously as he stared at his flat stomach, imagining the protrusion underneath his fingertips.