Chapter Three:
Research. To learn as much as possible about the world around them. To discover all the secrets. The unending quest for knowledge. These ideals seemed noble to Kabuto. Knowledge, after all, was real power. Orochimaru was one of the few people who truly understood that sentiment.
At first, he had believed that the Sennin was using his experiments as an excuse to torture. That he took sadistic joy in watching those loyal to him give their last breaths for him. But it became clear that this was not his intention. Frustration creased his face whenever a test failed. Failure was not something Orochimaru tolerated well. Especially his own. The search for mastering every jutsu would take decades-or longer. It seemed only natural to Kabuto that the snake lord would seek immortality. Others might use such a gift to make the world tremble at their feet. But Kabuto knew better. Orochimaru's only fear was his own demise. Forever locked in a battle with time. Kabuto believed that he had a right to his pride. To go against nature's design. The Sennin was a man of rare brilliance. Of the type that came around once every few centuries. If Orochimaru needed more time, he would help him get it.
The first time he had walked in on the Sennin at work in his laboratory, he had been met with a deadly look. Without a word, he had let himself in, strolling over to where Orochimaru stood. And a dying subject lay. He was humoured this indulgence, curiosity getting the better of the snake lord. Intently watching him. Becoming the new focus of his interest.
Kabuto rested his hand on the prone figure's heart. Focusing his chakra. Smiling as the vital signs returned to normal.
"Amazing, Kabuto. And here I thought you'd given up on the medical field."
"You are excellent motivation, Lord Orochimaru. With all due respect, though, you are far too aggressive with your approach. In your haste, you tore that man's left ventrical."
"Perhaps a more delicate hand is required."
"I can assist you. If you wish."
"You never fail to surprise me, Kabuto. I wonder what else you are keeping from me."
"I hide nothing from you, Lord Orochimaru."
"That may be the case, but you won't mind if I supervise you while you're working in here."
"Of course not. But I assure you that sabotage is not part of my agenda."
"Oh, Kabuto. Do you really think so poorly of me? I only want to see the full extent of your medical prowess."
If only that was the full reason...
"As you wish."
Orochimaru took a step back, brushing a few stray wisps of hair away from his eyes. He scanned the room before easing his back up against the large wooden desk. Arms folding across his chest.
"You see, Kabuto. I have many volunteers who wish to acquire the power only I can give them. Unfortunately, the survival rate among those subjects is low. Of course, they are all aware of the risks involved, but still, I hate breaking the promises I have made to them."
"It shouldn't be too difficult to solve that problem, Lord Orochimaru. First of all, I would recommend getting some new equipment. The tools you use are out-dated and are not as hygienic as they could be. Konoha's hospital has a surplus of supplies. I'm sure they wouldn't take too much notice if some of their inventory should go missing."
"You sound awfully confident about that."
"The staff isn't as observant as they should be."
"But you are."
"It's one of the reasons you keep me around, is it not?"
Orochimaru smirked.
"Well well, Kabuto. You haven't perchance been keeping tabs on me have you? Those pathetic little cards of yours...have you got me catalogued in there as well?"
"No. Of course not. That would be foolish. If they ever fell into the wrong hands all our plans could be compromised."
"Pity. I would so love to see what else you think you know about me. Although, your precaution are most appreciated. I've come to expect nothing less from you."
You don't know what to expect from me, Lord Orochimaru.
