Shouldn't Feel Like Home
Part Two – Depressing Like No Other
I was told to stay within certain boundaries. But I failed to really listen to what I was being told. I didn't care. Orochimaru needed my body after all. Not like he would kill me. Though, I found myself stepping lightly around his personal medic. I learned the hard way that he wasn't the weak little imbecile that had stumbled upon us during the Chuunin exam. He never said anything about it, but I had a feeling he was much more powerful than he let on. Or rather I felt that he was when I was acquainted with his fist after I back talked him one too many times. Orochimaru didn't seem in the least bit concerned about it either. Disturbed me a little to think that Kabuto had that much power.
He certainly wasn't beyond killing those who failed to do as he ordered. I'd seen him do it twice in the first week. He had an incredible mask that hid away his thoughts, but he also had a short fuse. I consider him bipolar. Or just really, really neurotic. Though I think neurotic is more like Orochimaru.
I stepped foot inside his little area cut out of the nothingness hellhole of the base. Why he liked the darkest most unpleasant part of the lair, I have no idea; but he was there, nonetheless. He looked back at me from his place at a counter, concocting something that reeked of either dead people or hell itself. Since I also consider him evil in a refined form, I'll choose hell itself as an option.
"You're cooking skills suck if this is your idea of soup." I commented dryly.
"Ah, Sasuke-kun, you're just in time." He retorted stepping back, "I need someone to tell me if it needs more seasoning."
"Like hell I would. I may mutate extra fingers."
"Imagine what it would do for jutsus."
"You think you're funny, don't you?" I rolled my eyes sitting up on the counter, despite the fact that I was probably not supposed to.
"As a matter of fact, I believe I am." His reply was brief because he trotted over to a small refrigeration unit and proceeded to root through it as if searching for something.
In a bored tone I asked: "What are you looking for?"
"Just a blood sample, Sasuke-kun."
"Why?"
"Full of questions today, are you?" The pale haired man stood straight with three vials in hand. I had thought that blood was supposed to be fresh, but what do I know. He's the scientist nerd, not me. "Unless you're going to help, I'm not answering questions." He looked up at me over the rim of his glasses.
I hopped off the counter and folded my arms in an irritated manner, "fine…what do you want?"
"I'll let you know when I get there." He chuckled and I scowled. Bastard. "But to answer your question, I'm just working on a cell transmutation inducing chemical. So I wouldn't suggest taste testing this unless you want your tongue to grow a second tongue."
"That is highly creepy."
"I can only imagine what you would say if you'd come down during my test run of Chakra Sustainers."
I blinked. That wasn't a familiar word to me, "What's that?"
"Something Orochimaru-sama wants me to develop. It's supposed to be a healer that replenishes Chakra without harmful reactions afterwards."
"Can something like that be done?"
"Considering the test subject's reaction…no. And I doubt it ever will."
"Did it kill the test subject?" I don't know why I asked. Boredom tends to make me pester the medic as much as possible, but it's not as fun when he's being civil.
"No, I'm still very much alive."
I blinked again slowly before my alarmed reaction followed; "You?!"
"Orochimaru-sama said I'm not allowed to use myself as a test subject again. He said the effects were too dramatic and quite possibly could have harmed me permanently. I don't think they would have."
"What was the reaction?"
"I don't remember personally, but Orochimaru-sama it acted like a hyper depressant. He said it was too forceful to be used. He wants to ban it. But I think I can still work on it."
"A depressant? Why would you still want to work on that? I thought the point was not to depress the subjects…"
"Oh, but I even named it already, and gave it it's own slogan!"
"What's that?"
"Sasuke in a bottle! Depressing like no other." He smiled and I resisted the urge to lean forward to deck him in the head repeatedly.
To be Continued...
