AN: Beware. It's much darker than my others stories. This is not a happy funny Naruto-ramen filled story. There is gore and death! D:

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Kabuto loved his job. He loved just about everything about being a doctor for Orochimaru. There were no limits, no restrictions, not rules. It didn't matter how many people he killed, just how much he learned. He was invaluable to his lord, because heaven's only know how hard it is to find a good doctor with no morals that is actually willing to listen to orders.

At the moment, he was examining the blood on his gloves. It was still warm, sliding wetly down his fingers and throwing the faintest sent of iron into the air. The red was a lovely color, darkening at the edges where it was starting to dry and clumping together in places to form almost black bubbles. He smiled to himself as he retrieved his scalpel.

The small rattle as the metal clinked against the table sent his current patient into a squirming fit, his cries muffled by the gag in his mouth. His panic was only furthered by the blindfold, and he gave a smothered yelp when Kabuto laid his cold, bloody, gloved hand against his stomach.

"Here, let me help you." He whispered in a purr as he removed the blindfold and gag. It was just as well that the mans hands and feet were tied; he started to thrash about in a new panic. It didn't take much to deaden his joints and make it so that he couldn't move.

The scalpel slid easily into his skin, peeling it back to reveal the muscles underneath easily. The man screamed in agony as his skin was pinned back, and Kabuto smiled contentedly under his surgical mask. He worked steadily, reveling in the man's screams, and when he thought things were getting rather quiet, he would work his finger around one of the mans organs and pull it out to examine it further before putting it back. His patient would see the organ and begin screaming anew, tears flowing from his eyes as he was thoroughly traumatized.

Kabuto would whisper soft words from time to time, each syllable that flowed from his lips laced with sugar-coated malice and dripping with sticky-sweet poison.

"Your faring far better than my last patient; his heart had given out by now."

Sobbing sang to his ears.

"How interesting. You have an abnormality in your kidney. Here, I'm just going to cut it open and get a better look."

Agonized screams resounded around the room, making him grin smugly.

Each time he said something, a new sound echoed off the walls, rebounding and joining with the noise still erupting from his patients hoarse throat.

But this was not to last, as eventually, his patient panic a bit too much, and had a heart attack. Interesting that Kabuto actually got to witness what happened to the heart during the process though.

Leaving the body still strapped to his table, he threw his gloves away, and washed his hand, abandoning his doctor garb for something more relaxed. Two bodies, his lucky patients of the day were left in the dark as he exited the room, humming to himself as he went to the next room over.

Prisoners, test subjects, lined the walls, each shaking in fear. They had heard it too, Kabuto's dark taste in music. He eyed them all, as if deciding which to work on next, before stretching with a yawn.

He left the room without a word, knowing that his actions would instill a false sense of security in some, and an overwhelming anxiety in others. He grinned, hoping that not all of them would die in the their panicked frenzy to escape. Happened every time…

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AN: Yeah… The idea wouldn't leave me alone. And I've been trying to get it to leave me alone for a while now. It had to be written before anything else could be. Sorry it's not full of sunshine and rainbows. But then again, neither is life. :P