Drip... Drip… Drip…
"He's fucking insane." The words were hissed around the needle that was constantly in the tokubetsu jounin's mouth. If Uchiha Sasuke was correct, that would be the tenth time in this hour alone that the idiot with an oral fixation had directed those words at him. "How else can he stand that? That dripping faucet is going to drive me just as crazy as him!"
Which, of course, was the intent. Had Shiranui Genma been alone, there was no doubt in Sasuke's mind that he would have been stupid to open up the door to the cell to attack Sasuke and turn off the dripping faucet. Not necessarily in that order. But, unfortunately, Genma wasn't alone. That man with the strange scars on his face was there, and he was a lot more even-tempered than his partner. If Sasuke squinted, he could just barely make out their profiles through the thick blindfold obscuring his vision almost entirely, but he didn't want to strain his eyes. His sense of hearing and smell would be more than enough to overpower the two tokubetsu jounin if he ever got a chance to fight them, and they both knew it. The difference was, Genma was stupid enough or perhaps brave enough (most likely some mixture of the two, much like another boy... No, man now… Or, rather boy-man, as that person would probably never grow up) to ignore the flawless logic that dictated that Sasuke could easily beat him, and the more logical scarred man too. Either that, or the man was assuming that Sasuke was powerless just because he was blindfolded.
It was a foolish assumption. Having the sharingan didn't mean that he could neglect heightening his other senses. If Sasuke had done that, he probably wouldn't have lived to the handsome age of eighteen. Handsome indeed: while as a younger teen, Sasuke had been slim, short, and somewhat effeminate, though he was loathe to admit it, he'd grown to an imposing height. Every inch of his uniformly pale frame was comprised of lean muscle, and while he had never become as brawny or broad-shouldered as he secretly wished, Sasuke was content with his appearance. So were the assortment of partners he'd taken over the years.
Speaking of partners, it appeared that the scarred man and needle sucker were more than just work partners, if Sasuke's well-trained ears weren't deceiving him. That certainly wouldn't do. If he couldn't even jerk off, there was no way in hell that those two were going to be allowed to get it on while they were supposed to be watching him. It was difficult to maneuver the tap of the sink with his hands chained up, but Sasuke wasn't called a genius for nothing.
Dripdripdripdripdripdripdrip… Dripdripdripdripdripdripdrip….
There was silence as the sounds of making out abruptly died. And then Shiranui Genma started to scream again. In his cell, trussed up and blindfolded, Sasuke couldn't help but smirk.