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KibaSin
Summary: Kagome was fairly certain that she hated Kabuto and his stupid medical ninjutsu at this point. [Kabuto x Kagome]
Disclaimer: I do not own any material related to Inuyasha or Naruto. Any and all characters depicted belong to their rightful owners.
Genre: General
Rating: M
"Ah, your ability to heal yourself so thoroughly is always a spectacular sight to see, Kagome-chan." The silver haired teen began to clap slowly, a smirk forming on the edge of his lips. "As a master of medical ninjutsu, I'm almost jealous of your kekkei genkai every time you put it on full display like that."
The Higurashi girl stiffened, twisting on her heel and immediately wondering if the twisted bastard had set this situation up in order to further test her limits. He and his master had been truly fascinated by this "kekkei genkai" that they insisted her powers were ever since they had discovered her wandering Otogakure. After nearly drowning in what she could only describe as the wrong well, she had probably been a tad naive in her disorientated state to place her trust in his kind smile and offer to help, and she could almost say that she would rather deal with Orochimaru on a daily basis.
At least the snake made his intentions clear. He wanted to mix her powers with that of the Sharingan, whatever the heck that was, and try to create some kind of super powered babies after he stole some kid's body someday. She was not exactly sure how he planned to accomplish that, but the strange things she had seen these shinobi do in this world was enough to convince her that he probably could, at the very least.
Not that she wanted to be his breeding bitch, by any means, of course, but he just loved to tell her how attractive his new body would be.
She was also not too entirely keen on the excessive amount of blood and skin tissue he had ordered his subordinate to retrieve in an attempt to heal his damaged arms, but she was happy to know that her powers seemed to refuse to heal anyone but herself in this fucked up place. Or, at the very least, she supposed they refused to heal Orochimaru due to his tainted aura, but she was not about to go telling them that when it was obvious they thought her powers were contained within her family's blood.
Kabuto, though. He was like a fucking light switch.
He kept her on her toes, trying to get her to lower her guard, and she was not entirely sure whether or not she absolutely hated him and his nice doctor act at this point. The twisted fuck loved to run his hands all over her to "help her recover faster," and the tingle of whatever his chakra actually was made her feel like she was riding on a high as it mixed and mingled alongside her own energy. Plus, not having the faintest idea how exactly medical ninjutsu actually worked made her uneasy, because she could not say for certain whether or not he was doing it on purpose.
And honestly, she would not be surprised if the bastard loved watching her wriggle in ecstasy beneath him when it was obvious he held her very life in his hands, literally, every time he put them near her.
It was just as easy for a medic-nin to kill a patient as it was to heal them from what he had told her, after all. She had learned that lesson the hard way, after watching him methodically practice doing just that on a young genin that had almost killed her during a "training exercise." He had been a sadistic asshole, severing muscles, tendons and arteries underneath the skin itself, and she still could not decide if she had felt entirely bad for the teenager that had nearly ripped a hole in her chest after Kabuto got hold of him.
The other teen certainly did not deserve to die, but…
She also did not like to think about her chest being potentially blown open if Kabuto had not saved her in the nick of time. She was still pretty certain that that was not the type of wound her powers could easily patch up in this world, if at all, really, and she was somewhat glad to know that the silver haired boy did not want her dying on his watch.
Extremely uncomfortable, yes.
Dead, no.
Then again, she supposed that that could just be him following Orochimaru's orders, what with the super babies and all.
But if it was simply orders, she did not understand why he took every given opportunity to—
"Of course," Kabuto chuckled, smiling politely. The way he tilted his head and allowed the light to glare off his glasses sent a shiver racing up her spine, as she prepared herself for what she knew he was about to say. "We can't take any precautions. I'll have to kindly ask you to remove your kimono so I can properly examine the area and make sure you've completely healed yourself back to full."
Twisted fuck, Kagome mentally spat, knowing from observation alone that he only wanted her to take off her kimono to make her feel more vulnerable. She tried to smile back at him, though, waving her hand and knowing that she barely contained the twitch in the corner of her eye from the way he chuckled again. "I don't really think… I mean, it was barely anything, really. I think I'm fine. You don't need to waste your chakra just to check."
Kabuto stepped closer, twisting a kunai on one finger suddenly and clearly intent on ripping the fabric off her himself if she did not comply. He continued to smile, though, and his insistent need to play the part of her doting, kind doctor made her eye twitch all the more. "While it may be true that you've successfully healed all the outer tissue damage, I'd still like to check and make sure that you don't have any underlying muscle strain or neurological damage that cannot be seen by the naked eye."
"Oh, uh…"
"You understand, of course, don't you, Kagome-chan?" Kabuto asked.
Wondering for only half a second if she could wipe that stupid smile off his face, the dark haired Higurashi finally looked away from him and nodded once. It was honestly just best to get it over with, since she knew from experience that he would gladly take his time getting her out of her clothes for an examination if he had to do it himself. They might be way past modesty at this point with the amount of times he had gotten her to strip down for him, but at least this way she got to feel like it had been her choice.
So, gripping the edge of her collar, Kagome pulled down on the fabric hiding her flesh from his view. Turning halfway back around gave him a full view of her back that had taken the full brunt of the attack, and somewhat allowed her to keep an ounce of her dignity as she caught most of it in the front before it could expose her breasts. Trying to prepare herself when she sensed his chakra building with each hand sign he was no doubt making behind her, she started to mentally chant what was quickly becoming her favorite phrase toward the medical ninjutsu master.
I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.
One of his hands gathered and gripped at her hair then, and she started cursing at herself for not throwing it over her shoulder when he roughly yanked her head to one side. "Ow," she complained. Unsuccessfully attempting to glare at him out of the corner of her eye, she stiffened when he pulled a little harder and stepped close enough that his chest touched her exposed skin. His hot breath fanned across her ear, and she gasped, "Uh, Kabuto," as the first touch of his chakra filled hand skimmed across her shoulder and not anywhere near where she had been hit earlier.
His chakra left a blazing path across her flesh when he finally shifted it to where he could properly examine her, and she was absolutely, positively, one hundred percent certain that she hated him when the first tiny moan escaped her lips.
Him and his stupid jutsu.
"That's it," he laughed in her ear softly, "be a good girl for me, Kagome-chan."
"Mmhm."
Another breathy laugh sent shivers down her spine, as she started chanting again to try and stave off the stimulating effect he always had on her.
I hate you, Kabuto. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you…
Oh god.
"Nnnghhh..."
Fin
Note: We've been re-watching Naruto lately in my house, so I've been hooked on pretty much writing everything related to it the last few days. Whoops.
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