The Inferior of an Inferior

Chapter: 2

One Simple Threat

Alright, here's the second chapter. I think I'm catching a cold...so sorry if it takes me a little longer to get the next chapter up. I don't feel good at all. Anyway, I'm thinking about turning this into a horror story...somehow. You see I'm a big fan of the Silent Hill series and it kinda inspired me. I don't know, I'll see what I can do. What do you all think?

Disclaimer: EmptyCocaColaCan does not own Naruto.

The next day the sound of an alarm clock beeping woke Kabuto from his peaceful slumber. He mumbled and rolled over in his bed, pulling the covers up over his head like a child being forced to wake up to go to school. It wasn't long until the beep of the clock started speeding up and grow louder, the batteries must have been dying because the beeping sounded a little demonic. The sleepy ninja eventually got angry at the clock; turning over, Kabuto slammed his hand on top of the small square box, causing the batteries in it to die completely. The beeping stopped and the whole clock shut off. Kabuto opened one eye and gazed over at the clock. It took his brain a bit to register what was going on around him as he stared blankly at the small box. Great...I murdered my clock...

Kabuto slowly raised up, pushing his white blankets off of him. The cold air suddenly bit at his skin. Silently he started wishing he was still cacooned in his soft, warm sheets as he swung his long legs over the edge of his bed his bare feet contacting with the cold stone sending chills up his body. He grumbled as he stood, stretching his muscles, and walking towards his bathroom. A nice hot shower will wake me up...he thought to himself stripping himself of his shirt. As soon as he got into his bathroom he took off the rest of his clothing and climbed into his shower. He winced a bit as the steaming water hit his freezing flesh. He leaned against the shower wall, his body warming slowly. Eventually he started washing his hair, smiling dreamily when the scalding water hit his aching neck muscles. He finished up his shower after he washed his body and turned the water off.

Kabuto had learned to get up extra early or Sasuke would use up all the hot water, and cold showers just seemed to make Kabuto grumpy throughout the day. However, if the Uchiha did this he was punished by Orochimaru. Kabuto found it amusing, perched in a tree, watching Sasuke struggle through his extra hours of his grueling training. If the medic was caught in the tree, grinning at the exhuasted dark headed boy, Orochimaru would send him in his stone burrow to do more paperwork. There was one comment that the snake lord could make that sent Kabuto stomping off to his room like a child. The comment was a simple statement: "Don't you have some paperwork that needs to be done?"The silver haired medic tried to avoid this comment at all costs. Just hearing the first words of the sentence made him so angry and frustrated.

He sighed to himself as he pulled back the shower curtain. The hot steam rushing out from behind the vynal blanket and up towards the ceiling, only to disappear right before Kabuto's deep eyes. The medic ninja wrapped a towel around his waist and stepped over to his sink. The mirror above the porcelan bowel was foggy and clouded. Kabuto could see nothing but the smeared color of his hair and skin, but this was ok. Kabuto knew what he looked like. His own physical appearance was something he had memorized long ago, from the tips of his silver hair to the cells on the soles of his feet. He knew it all. Mirrors ment nothing to him. He could still smell the scent of his shampoo lingering in the air, and he could feel every stray drop of water running down his back. His hair was strung out over his back, shoulders, and chest. His bangs hung low over his eyes, glistening with the bright lighting of the bathroom.

He took his toothbrush from a cup next to the sink. He, then, picked up a large tube with toothpaste in it. His toothpaste was blood red, hot, cinnomon flavored. He liked the lingering taste it left in his mouth. He squirt the toothpaste onto his toothbrush and stuck the toothbrush in his mouth, he could already feel the hot cinnomon burning his tounge. He placed the toothpaste tube down on the sink where he had got it and resumed with brushing his teeth. Once he was through and he had rinsed out his mouth and washed off his toothbrush, he opened the bathroom door stepping out of the steaming room. He was in a good mood, but when he stepped out of the room to see Uchiha Sasuke sitting on his bed, his mood soon changed. A scowl formed on his lips as he gazed at Sasuke wondering what the brat could want.

Sasuke looked up to see the towl clad medic ninja and stood up. "I was wondring when you were going to come out of there. Orochimaru said he would like to see you in his office...as soon as you are dressed." Sasuke grinned as he walked past Kabuto.

"Fine then, tell Orochimaru that I will be there in a short time." Kabuto replied walking over to his dresser trying to sound happy with the boy.

"I'm not your messenger, do it yourself." Sasuke replied in a low voice reaching out for the door knob and inching Kabuto's wooden door opened.

Swift as sound itself, Kabuto was in front of Sasuke. Kabuto placed his fist upon the door, slamming it shut before grabbing hold of Sasuke's shirt collar. The medic glared at Sasuke, dead in the eyes, lifting him to his face.

"All I ask...is that you tell Orochimaru-sama one simple thing for me...that is all. You don't have to go and get a tone like that. You would find it wise not to anger me...my rage can be just as fierce as Orochimaru's...It wouldn't bother me, to kill you, right here, right now...not one bit. Now will you reconsider your reply? Or do I have to get angry?" Kabuto said in a deadly whisper. A menacing look flashing through his eyes, and it was clear to Sasuke that Kabuto meant every word he just said.

Sasuke glared back at Kabuto for a moment, but only for a moment as Kabuto tightened his grip around Sasuke's shirt. The dark headed nin soon submitted to Kabuto's threat,"Fine..." he replied.

Before Kabuto let him go a devilish grin spread across his lips. "Oh and one more thing Sasuke-kun," Kabuto snapped."You would find it in your best intrest not to mention our little chit chat to Orochimaru...or I can make your life so horrible, you can't even begin to comprehend...all the things I can do." The silver haired ninja was satisfied when he saw Sasuke swallow a lump in his throat and chucked him to the ground.

Sasuke back up and went far around Kabuto, who had just made his way back over to his dresser to get dressed. Kabuto kept his back turned to the Sharingan nin the whole time he was still in his room. As soon as Kabuto heard the click of his doorknob, he threw some clothes over to his bed. His normal everyday outfit, nothing special. He dropped the towel from around his waist and began to get dressed.

As soon as Kabuto was back into the safety of his clothing, he strode over to his bedside table. He ran his fingers through his hair, checking for knots. He had found none so he picked up his small hair tie and pulled his hair back into a small ponytail, leaving his banges to hang loosely on the sides. Kabuto then picked up his circular glasses and dropped them to rest on the bridge of his nose. These glasses proved to be such a great asset to his attire. Providing him with a bookish, innocent look and protection for his eyes. They were simply perfect for decieving anyone...well...anyone who didn't already know that he sided with Orochimaru. Kabuto grinned, they were so brilliant in their own little way, as long as he didn't let the glass shatter.

Afterwards, Kabuto wrapped up the bottom of his right thigh in bandages before strapping his shuriken pouch to him; then, he attached his kunai pouch to the back of his pants. He slid on his steel plated, fingerless gloves and then put on his shoes. He took one last look around his cold room to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything before turning to go out the door. It saddened him to know that in just a few hours he'd be back in here, pouring over all that paperwork that got him frustrated every night. Kabuto wondered why he even tortured himself like this. But it was best that he hid his secrets from everyone...even the ones that managed to trust him most. Kabuto turned away from his stone keep and into the cold and dusty halls making his way to his master's office.

For some reason the ruler on the edit/preview thing doesn't want to work and it won't show up. So how was that? And tell me what you think about turning this into a horror story. I'll find someway to do it.