When he wasn't training, he would explore every corner as much as possible before someone caught him. One day, he may need that information to get out.
Then Nidara remembered his brother. As twins, they held a special connection, and he used to almost be able to tell when his brother was nearby. Sometimes, he would get an odd feeling while walking around, yet it was hard to explain. It felt like his brother was with him, but still dead somehow. Maybe it had to do with being twins, that maybe his brother was still living on through him, as people say about the departed. It somehow made sense as he still missed the kid. He couldn't hold things against Jack forever, they were brothers after all. If alive, he still hoped Jack was doing okay.
Yet today was experiment day. Apparently Orochimaru had wanted to recreate his Mokuton experiments with the Uchiha clone. Nidara wondered why though. From what he remembered, it was a dangerous experiment, one that few survived. He knew he was the only clone the Sanin had, so why waste the one vessel on something that could likely kill it?
Well, the reports did show he was making little progress. He hadn't awakened his bloodline despite all training attempts, which actually left him almost immune to fear... That didn't help awaken the Sharingan either. He wasn't a prodigy, actually he was incredibly average. Plus, he's been losing focus and missing targets in kunai throwing practice recently. Well, that was more due to the weird feeling he was getting these days, but he wasn't making himself look very useful. So... yeah, realistically he wasn't a very suitable vessel, and those were likely the reasons behind this experiment. Nothing to lose from losing a clone you can't use right?
However, if the experiment worked, maybe he would become strong enough to get out of the lair. He held onto that hope.
He was given the day off training. But the weird feeling only grew, and something didn't feel right. Maybe it was because he was nervous. Yeah, that's it. He walked around for disrtction. Now that he was closer than ever to potentially dying, he didn't feel so confident in himself. He also started to notice the smaller details in his state, funny how that works when one starts to focus more on the little time left. There were a lot of wires hanging from the ceiling, crisscrossing each other, disappearing behind walls. Wires running down the corners, wires to switches, to lights. He focused on the wires that were providing the electricity to the lights dangling from the ceiling. There were so many. He wondered ... If it means he could escape, then give it a try. He was scared enough of the experiment anyway. He followed the wires both ways, and finally found a control room that was unlocked. He flicked some switches, got out of the control room and waited, but nothing happened.
But suddenly the weird feeling came back, even stronger this time. He followed it around the lair, going where he felt was right. He had stopped in the middle of nowhere in a long hallway. A desperate urge to push against the wall...why? He just wanted to do it really bad. No one was looking. Look at the wall...hey a tile out of place... he could push it, he wanted to, just do it...
And then he heard steps running in the hallway. It was Kabuto. He was late for the experiment. He backed away from the wall, disappointed and he didn't know why.
The experiment hurt a lot. After the first hour, a fever developed, then his insides were burning, and soon he was swelling all over. He was dying again, and before he knew it he lost consciousness.
Jean was getting dizzy again. He might need to get someone else to drive him home using his hovercar. He steadied himself and found a manga called Naruto in the retro section of the bookstore. He thought it looked familiar, but wasn't sure why. He flipped through the pages, and found a chapter about a clone. A clone of Madara who was also a dealer of ...stuff.
Flashes of memory came back, and he remembered the world he had left behind. There wasn't a clone in the story from his first life, so why was there one now? Did he survive? But he's here in this world. Then he remembered the switches and the odd feeling.
He became dizzy again, and fainted. Dreams came and went but each time, he was having a fever in that world. However, that familiar world seemed much clearer than ever through his eyes this time, with wispy electric blue threads lacing through the objects and walls around him. Yet the heat was close to unbearable and before long he fainted from the fever.
He woke up again in a hospital. A very high tech hospital with hovercars driving again in the streets outside his room's window.
His brother was still out there somewhere. He realized he also didn't have much time left here.