**Author's Note: This is Naruto fiction. I do not own Naruto it is © Masashi Kishimoto. This whole story will be rated mature for language, violence/gore, and sexual connotations. It will have some fluff as well. This fic is intended to eventually contain yaoi/shonen-ai (BL and boyxboy), so if you don't like, don't read. Reviews would be very gratefully accepted as this is the first one I've ever uploaded publicly on fanfiction. You'll find out who it is centered around at the end of this very short beginning chapter, although it is quite easy to tell before then ^^. Thanks, enjoy, and let me know if you guys would want more of this!
Unflinching Loyalty
1: Setting the Stage
Pushing his glasses up on his nose with two fingers, he watched enthralled as he made the first incision into his 'patient', causing little rivulets of what he affectionately thought looked like streams of lengthy red ribbons lovingly embracing and caressing the flesh beneath them.
He had always held a keen fascination for blood, even when he was a child; it was a beautiful thing to watch, after all, and had been the first sure sign that the young boy had found his calling as a surgeon. He knew he should feel sick or disgusted by the realization that cutting open the bodies of living subjects darkly excited him, but he just couldn't bring himself to feel any remorse about it. To him, it was normal, was just another part of being him. Obviously, he was well outside the social norm to the point of [the idiots in] society classifying him an outcast, a deviant. If only they knew.
Admittedly he did carry dangerous thoughts, but he considered the notions thrilling and exhilarating to the point of arousal. So, as the cut he made began to well up with viscous crimson fluid, he felt the breathless tightening in his abdomen travel the length of his thighs centering on much lower areas of his anatomy, and the metaphoric electricity giving a little jolt up his spine earning a small twitch out of him.
See now, corpses just didn't release that kind of beauty into the world, which is why the medic always preferred to have a live specimen at his disposal. Most of the time they were sedated, however he couldn't suppress the malicious joy he got from hearing the screams of the few he had operated on without an anesthetic. They weren't always due to his cruel amusement; sometimes they just happen to have been in the field and unable to give any comfort to the writhing mass of a person shrieking in agony. He chuckled at this, but it was a soft and innocent sort of laugh, deeply contradicting the path his thoughts were taking. He really never understood why people used to be aghast at the revelations that came out of his mouth when he was younger.
He was older now though and he preferred the silence of the dead, while the patient remained alive. Blood and organs lost their luster after the body no longer sustained a heartbeat, and he was sad to see the sheer life of the body leave. That was, with the exception of him being the one to take the life, in which case he had a very sinister way of feeling victorious. A beautifully evil grin cajoled its way to his face as silvery bangs shadowed his eyes.
Yes, there was simply no doubt about it.
Kabuto was indeed a sadist.