Cemeteries, don't worry, it's time to visit
Broke bones, tombstones, how do you think I'm kidding
It's home, sweet home, the land of the forbidden
Keep on dreaming; there's nowhere to run
You can drive, but you're done
I can feel it in the air, here the monster comes.
He's dragging you down like a monster
He's keeping you down like a monster
"You wanted to see me, Yakushi-san?" Akira smiled pleasantly, descending the staircase to the basement that served as Kabuto's laboratory and a miniature hospital.
"Indeed.." The silver haired ninja set down a stack of papers he had been flipping through and rose from a desk covered in various folders scattered around a laptop, along with a random assortment of medical supplies and ninja tools. As he approached Akira, in his hand he held a syringe.
Oh, how he hated that girl. Jealously ripped through his heart, just as it always did when he laid eyes on Orochimaru's wife. His dark eyes gazed emotionlessly at Akira, her long, auburn hair, her bright blue eyes, her fair skin. It made him sick. But soon, he wouldn't have to worry about it.
Akira glanced to the purple liquid within the syringe, but made no comment.
"Akira...You know by now that Orochimaru's current host has been increasingly showing signs of rejection." Kabuto began. "He needs to transfer his soul to another body, and soon."
Akira nodded, "He has not been feeling well," She acknowledged.
"That's right. Now, naturally, I assume you would like to help him. Am I correct?" Kabuto asked, his eyes burning into her soul.
Akira knew something was wrong, but what exactly were Kabuto's intentions? Regardless, she gave him a smile. "Of course! What can I do to help, Kabuto?"
Kabuto began to slowly walk around her as he spoke, circling her like the devious predator he was.
"I have..analyzed your cells. Your blood, your cerebrospinal fluid, your pseudo-stratified columnar epithelium. Everything down to the flow of your chakra and its molecular structure. Never have I found a body with such compatibility for the transferral jutsu." As he finished his explanation, he had positioned himself between Akira and the staircase. With each step forward, Akira took a step backward. A dark smile spread across his face as he made her foolishly retreat farther into his lair.
"Kabuto, what.." Akira spoke softly, unable to voice a complete thought, a million feelings rushing through her being. She felt nervous, intimidated, scared. But what if this was a joke? It had to be, but the calm excitement in Kabuto's eyes indicated otherwise. This man had always been such a paradox.