Author's note: So I don't have a computer anymore so goodbye fancy formatting. That being said I didn't have a computer when I originally wrote The Subject so that isn't a big deal. Shout out to ManicSkies for reviewing and leaving opinions. I hope this chapter helps with unanswered questions!

I wake from my sex induced coma alone. I grab my glasses from the nightstand. There's a note next to them.

"Marie,

On the kitchen counter, there is a map of the base. Feel free to explore, but remember you also have to tutor Uchiha Sasuke at 10am As far as lesson planning goes, just try and get him to talk about himself. I know, I know, that sounds impossible, but he needs to practice speaking. Please make use of the kitchen. It is well stocked and I'm sure you can find something of your liking to eat. I will not be back until very late tonight.

⁃Yakushi Kabuto"

I put on my glasses and check the clock above the closet: 8am. I had slept for over 12 hours. Ever since coming here, my sleep has been very sporadic, especially since I had absolutely no way to tell time. Plus, that bed was super uncomfortable. This bed was more like the one I have back home, especially with the bookshelf headboard. I turn over on my stomach and browse the books that Kabuto kept behind his bed. Sadly, they were mostly in Eastern, except for the "Eastern for Idiots" book that Kabuto brought out last night. Hmph. The other books looked like textbooks and technique manuals, given their drab appearance. So he reads work related books before bed. Kabuto really did need to get laid. I chuckle to myself. It's been about three years since I've had sex, so I'm surprised I still had it.

I stretch my limbs and sit up in the bed. All of the clothing that was shed during our encounter were gone. A simple outfit was folded on the dresser with the added bonus of the underwear that I was wearing when I was transported here folded on top of the outfit, obviously clean. I'm assuming that Kabuto laid them out for me. I really had to get some clothes of my own if I'm stuck here.

Stuck...am I really stuck here?

I'm still not fully convinced that this isn't all a very long, very vivid dream or extended hallucination Everything feels real (last night DEFINITELY felt real) but I've never been on hallucinogenic drugs before so I can't rule that out.

I try and wave these thoughts away from my head as I get out of bed and dress myself. I can't start dwelling on shit I can't control. If I do that, my anxiety is gonna spike to dangerous levels. Right now, I need to focus on what I can do right now.

Right now...I need to eat and start plotting out a way to get a sullen teenage boy to talk about himself.

The kitchen had generic cornflake cereal with milk and sugar. Sure enough, there was a map of the base and the areas around the base. Sasuke's apartment wasn't too far away from mine.

I had two hours to kill, so I decided to go outside for some fresh air. The weather was nice and it was the first time I had been out since I was picked up. I even brought out Icha Icha for some nice reading time under a tree or something.

Instead I found Sasuke training with a katana. He didn't seem to care that I was watching him so I sat a safe distance and pretended to read.

After a little while, he approaches me. "Lessons aren't for a'nother hour."

His accent was almost native. I try to hold in my surprise.

"I know. I just wanted to read for awhile and somehow I found you so I just decided to hang out for a bit if that's alright with you."

Sasuke shrugs. "S' fine I guess as long as ya keep yer distance."

I try to hide my grin with Icha Icha. His accent had turned out so adorable. Good job, me.

I see Sasuke eye the book I was reading. His eyebrows raise and he walks off muttering something about "Kakashi-sensei" in his native tongue.

So I watch Sasuke train for an hour. It was really interesting at first but after awhile I started to get kind of bored and I actually started reading instead of watching him train.

Afterwards I offer him a seat next to me, marking my place in Icha Icha for later.

"So, Sasuke. You up to having class outside?"

Sasuke shrugs in indifference. C'mon kid, show some enthusiasm.

"Well it's a lovely day so we're having class outside. Anyway. Last time all you did was listen to me talk, now it's time for me to hear you talk."

"'bout what?"

I pause to consider. I currently have Sasuke Uchiha at my mercy. What do I want for him to talk about?

"So, tell me, Sasuke. Do you have any siblings?" REALLY MARIE WHY WOULD YOU START WITH THIS? WHY ARE YOU SO STUPID?

"Yeah."

"Brother? Sister? Older? Younger? I have a little sister. She's already married and she's studying to be a doctor."

"Have an older brother."

"Do you two...get along?"

"..No."

"Why not?"

Sasuke gives me an Uchiha glare. "He killed my clan. Everyone. Except me."

I pretend to look shocked.

"Why?"

Sasuke narrows his eyes angrily. "You're faking. I can tell. Ya already knew about this didn' ya?"

I sigh. "Yeah. I know about the Uchiha massacre."

"Then why ask if I had any siblings?"

"Sasuke, hon. Fratricide isn't healthy."

"He killed our family. Therefore I must seek vengeance."

"Well...yes, he did. But did you ever consider there may be more to the incident?"

"Like what?"

"I dunno. Maybe he didn't do it alone? Ever think of that? Maybe he was under orders."

"He still killed them."

Ugh. I don't want to come right out and say "The Uchiha Massacre was caused by Danzō and Itachi had no choice. Oh, and your bro's terminally ill. I'm just saying y'all should make amends" so I drop the subject completely. He probably wouldn't listen to me anyway, the stubborn kid.

"Fine." I sigh in defeat. "Whatever. Don't listen to me."

Sasuke glares at me. There's a hint of curiosity in his gaze, but he keeps silent.

"What?" I exclaim.

"Why are ya trying to justify my brother's actions?"

I don't meet his eyes. "I'm not."

"Ya are. 'm told ya know things."

"And who told you that bullshit?" Rhetorical question. He told Sasuke. Because of course he did.

"Kabuto."

I snort. "And you believed him? Sasuke, dear. Kabuto is not a reliable source of information. He's a god damn spy. Backstabbing is what he does."

"An' how do ya know that? Aren'tchya one of his experiments? I doubt he's told ya anything about himself."

"Who told you I was one of his experiments?"

"He did. Also ya have no chakra network. 'm not an idiot."

I clench my teeth. What do I tell him?

"I...know things. About certain people Don't ask me how, because if I try and explain it, I'll sound like a liar and I'm not lying."

Sasuke looks at me skeptically. "Prove it."

"Uhhh. You and Naruto once kissed by accident at the academy. You like tomatoes. Itachi used to poke your forehead as a sign of affection. Sakura begged to come with you when you left your village but you knocked her out and left without her. You think you have never seen Kakashi's face but in fact you have seen it."

Sasuke blinks. "...I have?"

"Remember Sukea? That was Kakashi in disguise!"

Sasuke curses loudly in his native language. "I KNEW there was somethin' off about that bastard."

"So I've convinced you?"

"Not really. However ya do seem to believe it and Kabuto seems to believe ya hold some pretty important secrets. You've only told me trivial things that could easily be discovered."

I raise an eyebrow. "I've given you some hints. Whether or not you believe them is your business."

"Hn. Whatever."

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