Disgaea: When Worlds Collide

By Random Writer 46

Omake 1

The Tag-Team of Terror

"Urrggghh…"

Sasuke blinked as his eyes opened slowly. The world in front of him was a blur, and his body felt as if it was made of lead. The metal on his back felt strange against his skin, and for a fleeting second he imagined he was back in Konoha in bed before he swam comfortably out of semi-consciousness.

"Erggh…?"

Shaking his head slightly, he looked upwards at the ceiling. There was a bright light there – what kind of smartass put bright lights in his room? Was it Naruto's doing again? What the hell kind of prank was – he jolted awake as he realized he couldn't move his arms and legs.

Twisting his head frantically, he looked around. He was lying on top of what looked like an operating table, although one that was a lot more technologically advanced than the ones they had at the Konoha General Hospital, anyway. His chest was bare, his pale skin glowing faintly under the bright light. His shorts were still there, but he was barefoot. His arms and legs were held by restraints that seemed to be welded to the table. He looked to his left, and instantly regretted it. There, on a small metal table at the side, was a tray of terrifying instruments that seemed almost medical in nature, had they not exuded an aura of terror and madness.

"Where the hell am—"

"You are finally awake?" asked a deep, masculine voice.

Sasuke quickly swung his head to the side, looking in the direction of the voice. There, on a table to his right, also locked onto an operating table, was a man who seemed to be about thirty years of age. He too had his chest bare for the world to see, yet unlike Sasuke he seemed resigned to his fate. His long hair, which Sasuke imagined had once been immaculately cared for, was now rather stringy and coarse. A thick stubble covered his chin, and his eyes were slightly bloodshot.

"Who are you? Where am I?" asked Sasuke as he struggled futilely against the bonds. He tried channeling chakra to his limbs, and although he could feel a slight boost the metal was still stronger. With his hands bound, he was also unable to form hand-seals. What the hell was he supposed to do?

The long-haired man sighed.

"My name is Aurum," said the man. "And you're in Nether School, the Evil Academy."

"Evil Academy?" asked Sasuke, incredulous. "What the hell kind of place is that?"

Aurum looked at him like he was retarded.

"Well, see. An Evil Academy is a place where demons go to learn to be evil, understand?" said the middle-aged man slowly, as if he was talking to a toddler. Sasuke suddenly felt an urge to strangle the man, although he hadn't been in his presence for more than a couple of minutes at the most. "I find that it's common sense, really."

Sasuke had stopped listening to him somewhere around demons and learn. What a joke, demons going to school? Everybody knew that demons were brainless beasts, filled with violent emotions and power. Heck, the Kyuubi had been a prime example of a demon, according to the legends and the history classes that he had taken in the Academy – the Shinobi Academy, a real school, unlike the place this obviously-disturbed man was talking about – and all the books had been clear on one point, that demons did not possess rationality.

No rationality meant no intelligence. No intelligence meant that learning was a wasted effort. Therefore, there was no way in hell that demons would try and learn anything, much less go to school.

"Well, I'm not surprised that you don't get it," said Aurum, closing his eyes. "Apparently Mao kidnapped you from some backwards world where they don't even have any real demons at the request of somebody. Imagine that. If I had my way with him he'd never be doing favours for anybody."

"Wait, who kidnapped me?"

"Mao, the son of the Overlord," said Aurum. "Well, the Overlord now, anyway."

"Wait, so he kidnapped me? You know about this—"

"I don't know anything," said Aurum. "Look, I'm in the same position you are right now. Do you think that I'm strapped to this table because I want to be? No. Anyway, you're pretty lucky. You weren't awake when he was experimenting on you. Well, actually, that might not be a good thing. The moment you get a chance, you'd better take a look at yourself and make sure that nothing's misaligned. Last time he managed to swap my arms and legs around. Took a while for him to finish collecting data and move them back."

Human… experimentation? Sasuke felt fear settling in for the first time. The realization that he was in an unfamiliar place, completely at the mercy of an unknown being finally hit him, and he could feel a strange, unsettling feeling dropping into his stomach.

Voices suddenly rang throughout the empty room, coming from the hallway through the door. There were two, one older and more masculine, and the other younger and brattier.

"…but you see, Mao-kun, organs can't be transplanted that way in normal humans. I understand demon physiology is a lot more resilient, and I love that about demons by the way… They can recover from any sorts of injuries, and even if organs are shifted around they still somehow manage to survive by reconnecting nerves and tissues so that their bodies function properly… I read your papers on human vivisection, and I simply love it! It's given me so many new ideas, but there are certain parts…"

"…chimaru. That's really given me some food for thought. I'll have to take that into account then… Oh, have you seen my newest specimen? A chimera created from parts of a Marionette, a Holy Dragon, thirteen Zombies, and parts of a Super Hero! I'm sure you'll simply love it… Oh, yes, I've got a surprise for you… Sure you'll love it, think of it as an early birthday present…"

"…remembered my birthday? How kind…"

"…of course, anything for my good… Have you seen my new tools, by the way? I ordered a set from a Rosenqueen branch a couple Netherworlds away. The shipping fee was rather hefty, but the quality was worth it, I'd say. The scalpel can cut through a Cyclops like knife through butter. I'll have to show them to you later."

"Oh, I can't wait. Ah, looks like we're here."

The voices were right outside the door now, Sasuke could tell. He audibly swallowed without even realizing it, and he slowly began to realize that the emotion he felt was absolute terror.

The door opened.

"Oh—Oh! OH! This is exactly what I wanted! How did you know?!"

Two figures stepped in through the doorway, one crowing with delight. His face was ghastly white, and his eyes were covered with what seemed like purple mascara. He was wearing a headband, one with a musical note on it, and otherwise dressed rather normally for somebody from his world. The other was a white-haired short little boy with glasses.

"I hope you like it, Orochimaru."

"Oh, I love it!" gushed Orochimaru as he stepped towards Sasuke. The Uchiha heir felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up as the creepy man approached. His mother had always told him not to trust strangers and weird people, and this guy was both turned up to eleven. "Oh, you managed to get him to be all wrapped up too! I can't wait to start experimenting on him! Do you mind if I use your lab here and get started? My hands are itching to experiment!"

"Of course I don't mind, eh-heh," said the white-haired boy. His face contorted slightly, and his glasses started fogging up. Sasuke instantly recoiled away from him the same way he had done the other man. There was nothing safe about these two, nothing at all. The fear that had settled in his stomach earlier now spread throughout his body, as if trying to take it over. "As long as I get to watch, of course. I have to admit, though, I couldn't resist myself. I already started experimenting a little bit on him already. There was this boy from Netherworld Disgaea here a while ago, see. He brought with him an assortment of body parts that I found fascinating. I even managed to buy a few off him."

"Oh? What is it?"

"Well, why don't you take a look?"

A minute later, Sasuke's face was locked into a silent scream as he looked down at his body. Aurum had already turned his head away, giving the boy at least some of the privacy that everybody deserved. He had been subjected to this as well, but after being locked up by Mao here for about a year now, he was starting to get used to this kind of treatment.

Still, the Horse Wiener thing being your first… That was enough to traumatize anybody.