First in a series of short drabbles revolving around Sasuke Uchiha.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or it's characters.

He didn't question it.

He didn't question the horrors he witnessed.

He didn't question the screams and agonised wails.

What right did he have to question anything? He was getting what he wanted. The power he sought so vehemently.

The one time he tried to question he was smacked across the face. Grey-slate eyes glimmered from behind glass lenses, cruel lips upturned. Don't ask questions and you'll get what you want Sasuke-kun.

His first experience within the medics lab was an agonising haze of red and black, pain flickering at the ends of his sensitised nerves and threatening to drive him insane. For hours - days? weeks? - on end, his throat was raw from the strain of screaming as lithe form arched off the hard mattress, trying to escape the agony that seared with every breath his weary lungs could force.

He didn't even know he was being injected until he discovered the puncture wounds later. His body would be so numb and broken after training it was hard to feel anything past the pain. He didn't know what was being pumped into him. He couldn't see either as his eyes were always sealed behind a blindfold in case he activates his Sharingan.

He had heard the Sannin scold the medic, asking him not to ruin 'his' body.

He didn't question that.

He'd rather listen to Orochimaru talk so possessively anyway. At least the man was open. Kabuto though; he was all cryptic tongue and shifty eyes. A sickening charm laced with acid. Sasuke had concluded the medic to be jealous and somehow, that made his experiences in that lab a little more bearable.

As time went by, Sasuke would sometimes make a remark just to wind the medic up. It's not like he would get scolded too badly.. Orochimaru wouldn't allow that.

It during this time, that a little more of Sasuke's sanity slipped away, masked by his devotion to his vengeance. He couldn't have known that this was just the beginning of his path to self-destruction.

He didn't question it.