Ciao! I hope you're all having a nice week, mine was ok. Our pipes didn't burst and we got our heater fixed on Sunday and I got two reviews this week:D. With just those things I would've had a great week but, if you've gotten to know me by now, you'd realize that I never have a great week -_-. Life has its favorites and I'm obviously not one of them. I'll let you in on one of my biggest pet peeves: teachers that can't teach. Have you ever had one of those teachers who just give you packets to do in class then goes and sits at her desk playing Flappy Bird on her phone? Well I do. This wench (excuse my foul language) expects us to teach ourselves while she sits at her desk trying to beat her high score of seven! I was having a problem with one question...actually with the whole packet (and just about 99.999999% of the class) so I gathered up the courage to go up to her and ask for help. Here's how our little exchange went:
Me: Excuse me, Mrs. Gibson; I don't understand what number three through twelve is asking."
Mean wench who can't teach: *long annoyed sigh* just simplify some of them.
Me: Simplify which numbers?
Mean, ugly wench who can't teach: GEEZ! You ask too many questions Mercy (yes, that is my actual name)! I don't get paid to do this. Go sit down and figure it out by yourself."
It almost killed me to hold my outburst in (plus, I'm the quiet kid in the class and quiet kids don't usually talk back so...). WHAT DID SHE MEAN BY THAT? SHE'S A FRICKEN TEACHER OF COURSE SHE GETS PAID TO DO THIS CRAP! SHE GETS PAID TO STAND IN THE FRONT OF THE CLASSROOM AT THE WHITEBOARD AND GO OVER EACH PROBLEM AND EXPLAIN IT TO US, SHE GETS PAID TO STAY AFTER SCHOOL AT TIMES AND HOLD STUDY SESSIONS WITH THE STUDENTS WHO ARE BEHIND, AND OF COURSE SHE GETS PAID TO ANSWER MY QUESTION ON A COURSE SHE'S SUPPOSED TO BE TEACHING. BUT DOES SHE DO ANY OF THAT, NOOOOOOOOO! *Ahem*. Now that I've calmed down, here's your reward for viewing my rant ; chapter 7 of Change Me...Tellin me "I don't get paid to do this," bitch please, I don't get paid to sit in a classroom all day and have a pile of stapled papers teach me math yet here I am at 7:20am waiting for yo' stupid *bleep* to finally teach some *bleep* ...ahem...scroll down, please.
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Sakura
Sakura did not know whether she was going the right way or whether she was just walking around in circles. Just following her instincts were not helping very much but she knew that she was making progress. I'm getting closer... The lit torches the walls were virtually useless; it was so dim that her ill-lit room seemed five times brighter. The way the corridors twisted and winded made her a bit dizzy...or maybe it was her aching stomach. She was starting to regret throwing her food away before she'd even gotten to eat half of it. Well, this was no time to think about that, she was getting closer; she could feel it. Suddenly the narrow hallways expanded into a very wide, well lit space. Well this is a change of scenery. Decapitated training dummies were scattered across the room and target practice signs that hung on the other side of the room were skewered with multiple kunai. This large chamber was used for training...most likely Sasuke's training. She noticed that there were three separate exits across the room. She jogged there, despite the fatigue, and stood a few feet away from the entrances. Which one should she take? The wrong one would lead to more running in circles and dead ends. She closed her eyes and tried to pinpoint exactly where her destination was. She opened her eyes and re-examined the different entrances.
"Straight up ahead, that's where I'll go," she said to herself as she entered the center entrance.
Kabuto
Kabuto took another look at the clipboard. He was able to get much information, the only thing that he was able to scrawl was
Increased Aggression
Ryota seems to be getting veiny..er
Lord Orochimaru was not going to be happy with his progress. Yet there was not much he could do; they all refused to tell him what he needed to know. Had there ever been a time when they cooperated with him? Kabuto could not remember. An image of Akuhei's serpent form popped up in his head, he had to down his shiver. She id not look like that at first, in fact, none of them did.
Flashback
After minutes of trying to find his way around the new base, Kabuto finally found his destination. He stared at the large metal door and took a deep breath and grabbed the cold handle. Lord Orochimaru's new guests were in there and he had to introduce himself. He opened the heavy door, a gust of cold air escaped, giving him goose bumps. He closed it behind him and took a look around. The only thing he could notice was the four large capsules in the room, they seemed so…eerie. He nearly jumped when he felt a heavy hand around his shoulder.
"Hey, is this the little man you were talking about?" Kabuto looked up at the tall, huge man smiling down at him. His blood red hair stood up in spikes. Kabuto's eyes looked past him to find three other strangers and Orochimaru standing in the middle of the room. He met his master's reptilian eyes.
"Speak, boy," commanded Orochimaru.
"..Uhh...um… my name is Kabuto. Hello." One of the strangers next to Orochimaru snickered and said,
"Really? You're going to let a fifteen year old boy look after us?" The blacked hair boy with calculating pale blue eyes sneered at Kabuto and added,
"I could knock this kid out with my pinky." Kabuto purposely ignored Suichi Fuuzen's comment.
"Despite his lacking social skills, Kabuto is a highly skilled medical ninja and assassin, despite his age. He will take good care of you while you adapt to the curse mark in the incubation tubes. Isn't that right, Kabuto?" Orochimaru cast his predatory gaze on Kabuto. Kabuto nodded in answer and broke his gaze away. Orochimaru continued.
"My curse mark is guaranteed to increase your strength, speed, and agility by tenfold. But this will require time. Time which will be spent inside these tubes to make sure that everything goes well." The only woman in the group walked forward. The tall, raven haired beauty in some very short and tight clothes turned and addressed Orochimaru.
"Well okay then, let's get this started. How long will we be in those cylinders anyway?"
"For only a few days; weeks, at the most," Kabuto answered quietly, repeating what Orochimaru had told him prior to the meeting. The woman turned her gaze to Kabuto and stretched her lips into a seductive smile.
"Well aren't you a cute one. You've got nice eyes too. What's a little boy like you doing in this place? Where's your family?" Kabuto cringed at the woman's words.
"Leave the kid alone Akuhei. Let's just get on with this. I have villages to destroy once I'm done," said Takeshi. A disturbing smile formed on Orochimaru's face as he saw their willingness to participate. He walked over to Kabuto and said,
"Prepare the injections, boy." Before Kabuto ran off to follow his master's orders he asked,
"They won't die like the last ones, right? We'll be able to release them in less than a month?" Kabuto was not so sure; the serum still seemed a bit unstable. His master gave him an incredulous looks and hissed,
"Why does that matter? Just go do what I told you and stop asking stupid questions." Kabuto hated the way that Orochimaru's s' always lingered with a "sssss". He took one last look at his new patients.
"..Only a few weeks...," he heard Takeshi grumble as he made his way out of the room and into the hallway.
End Flashback
Only a few weeks…what a cruel joke. He had been deceived just like everyone else. Kabuto realized that Orochimaru had planned to keep them for a long time without release the moment the test subjects started to morph and mutate, his master was fascinated with this type of science. It took the test subjects two whole months before they all realized it too. They're quest for power ended the moment they allowed Kabuto to insert a needle into their arms but Kabuto's had just begun. He tossed the clipboard onto a table a few feet away from him and pulled out a book from the shelf behind him and distanced himself from his memories.
