Character: Yamato
Prompt: Hot & Cold
COLD
Yamato grows up in a large room which has little heat, poor lighting, and bare tile floor. There are always others in it, though not always the same people because faces come and go like the mad scientist who has them trapped here—silently and without explanation—but the room is always full, in any case.
The others huddle together against the cold and their fear, but Yamato never joins them. When they try to break out, Yamato merely watches. He grows up cold, shivering with fear and lack of heat, not understanding that his life should be any different.
HOT
When the heat comes, Yamato is sure he will embrace it, but it comes in the form of needles which Orochimaru jabs into his arms, and he isn't at all grateful. Within seconds of the liquid being inside his veins, Yamato begins to sweat. Within a minute, his screams cannot be silenced. Every piece of him is on fire. The backs of his eyes, the skin under his nails, the tip of his tongue—on fire. Soon, he cannot see anything but red. He spasms on the floor, unaware of anything but the pain, and wishes he were cold again.
Author Note: I'll be doing more of these little drabbles to get my muse going (I'm hoping I'll come up with an idea for a full fledged fic with one of these things, but for now I just need to get my writing juices flowing again) and I have a forum for requests. Please don't hesitate to submit something there. Any pairing, knick, genre will be considered.