Insanity rise: It has come to my attention that basically no one reads this story…oh well it's not like I'll quit writing. Anyway, this chapter is so far the one I like the best even though it seems a bit short. I think this story might finally start seeing some action! Anyway, I don't mean to beg but please review, this is turning out like my "Dosu Past" story, which so far has eleven chapters and the only person who reviewed is my bestest friend. I'm not wanting reviews to look cool or anything; I just want to know what you guys think. Anyway, I hope you like this chapter and I understand this story is really weird but don't forget it's pretty much an alternate universe thingy! Thanks for your time! Also, this is very off subject from my other stuff! But I just had to write this!

Chapter 3

Bound in Chains…

Kabuto cursed himself as he walked down a dark flight of stairs, angry over the past few days' events. Things hadn't been going as well as they should of in his opinion, and it made him feel like tearing the next person he saw to shreds. Still, at least he hadn't gotten the worst of it; no Orochimaru would never think to punish him like he did the others. He smirked when Sasuke came to his mind, that idiot had gotten what he'd deserved, after all last night's failed attempt to obliterate Tsunade's fortress had been his fault. He had been the one to lead the troops in the wrong direction, and it was him who had cost them the battle. But Kabuto didn't care about that, it almost made him laugh. He enjoyed it when others made mistakes; it gave him something to laugh at. Orochimaru had given Sasuke quite a beating, and Kabuto had been there to take in it all with eyes filled with dark humor.

Scowling, Kabuto continued his descent into the darkness, his every footfall echoing across the cold stone walls. It wasn't often anyone came down this way, it would be much easier to just take to the halls above, but today Kabuto had a specific errand he needed to carry out. A dark smirk crept onto Kabuto's face, knowing he was the only person Orochimaru ever allowed down here besides himself. Kabuto chuckled, thinking of how significant he was to his master, after all, Orochimaru sent him on only his most imperative missions, for he knew Kabuto would on no account purposely let him down, even at the expenditure of his own life. Yes, there was definitely some importance in coming down here, and even if he hadn't been commanded too, Kabuto probably still would have gone. He did so enjoy listening to other people cry as he could only laugh in their face. Cruelty, some would call it that, but he thought of it more as pre-eminence. He had the ability to laugh at these people till the day they died therefore he would do it. After all, none of these people lived very long, not in the place they were imprisoned in.

Kabuto cleared the last of the stairs, hitting the stone ground with a quiet plop as he stepped further into the darkness. Most people would easily be lost in these shadows without some source of light, but Kabuto was no ordinary person, he had been here many times and even if he hadn't, he only needed to see a place one before keeping a map in his mind that could never be destroyed like one of paper or the light of a candle. No, Kabuto showed no fear as he strode into the shadows, knowing nothing here could ever harm him.

Finally, he came to his appointed destination. Before him, stood a large wooden door, its boards decaying and wet with mildew. Two large iron bars criss-crossed over the front of it, proving nothing inside was to be allowed out simply by the door handle. Kabuto fumbled with the key in his hands, searching for the right one. In only a short moment he found what he'd been looking for. Quickly, he slipped the key into the lock, turning it until he heard a loud click, which told him the door was now able to be opened. He shoved the key ring into his pocket and clutched the door knob with a scarred hand, the cold metal stinging his fingers as he opened the rusty door. The door opened with a loud creak, a ray of light striking Kabuto's eyes as he entered a large corridor. A small candle was lit attached to the wall, the only source of light in this dreary place. Kabuto smirked and stepped inside, quickly closing the door behind him. This was the dungeon Orochimaru held his most special prisoners in, the ones he usually had no thoughts of ever letting go. There were few inhabitants here; mostly rotting corpses of unfortunate souls who had dared disregard their evil master. The smell of rot and decay tore at Kabuto as he walked down the hall, wrinkling his nose in pure disgust. That was how everything was nowadays, filled with the vile scent of blood and rotting flesh. Kabuto was sick of it, but after all…they were at war. He gave a side glance to each cell as he walked by, searching for a certain one. Then, he stopped, knowing he had finally found what he'd been searching for. He glared into the cell beside him, peering into the darkness with piercing eyes. Inside, a broken figure trembled in the darkness, but not of fear, no, he would never fear Kabuto even when it was his fault he'd been imprisoned here, he was practically quaking with pure rage. Kabuto chuckled in the same cruel way of his master, facing the chained figure.

"Ello Dosu," Kabuto snickered, "having a nice stay?"

"Shut up you pretty boy suck-up," Dosu growled; but even Kabuto could tell, he sounded much weaker after the last week. Of course there were reasons to that; it had been days since he even moved, to overcome with his own thoughts to focus on what was happening around him. But he knew Kabuto's voice without having to look, and he hated it with all his heart.

"You do realize you've been down here for almost three months now," Kabuto pointed out in his cruel voice, "Orochimaru doesn't keep his prisoners alive very long."

"You think I care," Dosu growled, coughing slightly but doing his best not to show it.

"Orochimaru told me I could do away with you myself when the time came," Kabuto chuckled, "and trust me I look forward to that moment."

"To bad you won't get it," Dosu growled, his anger only growing as he listened to Kabuto's pathetic little voice, wanting more than anything to just tear his head right off his neck.

"What makes you so sure of that," Kabuto cackled sinisterly, "after all I'm not the one chained to the wall with a death wish."

"But you're no better off," Dosu chuckled, still able to sound hostile even when he was bound in chains.

"You're pathetic;" Kabuto laughed, sticking his face as close to the iron bars as he could, "thinking you're weak little "insults" will actually harm me!"

"If insults are so weak, why did you come down here with their intent," Dosu snickered. Kabuto felt a shudder of anger tingle down his back, tightening his fist. This prisoner had always annoyed him, and for once he was being robbed of his ability of scorning him. Dosu had always angered him, and he'd always wondered why Orochimaru kept him alive, but nevertheless he knew he wouldn't last much longer. The stupid fool had been chained down here for months, each day weakening his body and crushing his spirit even more, given only enough water and food to keep him from the comfort of death. It was no wonder Orochimaru hated him, after all he was a traitor, and one Kabuto was fed up with.

"I didn't come down here to insult you," Kabuto lied in a way that was as believable as lying could get, "I only enjoy the pathetic look on your face when you realize you stupid you really are."

"Then why don't you save your self the trouble coming down here and look in a mirror," Dosu scoffed.

"I came down here on specific instructions," Kabuto growled, "I thought it might be worth my while to come and tell you that apparently your little girl friend had been looking for you."

"Kin…," Dosu's eyes grew wide, the flames of anger burning inside him, "Leave her out of this!"

"I don't have to listen to you," Kabuto spat, "but I'm sure you know what will happen if she finds out even a tiny bit of information-"

"GET OUT OF HERE YOU WRETCHED DOG!" Dosu screamed, jumping to his feet with surprising speed, lunging at Kabuto. Kabuto didn't even wince as Dosu's once slack chains became tense. Dosu snarled and glared at him as his rampage was held at bay, standing face to face with Kabuto, pulling hopelessly against the chains that bound his arms and legs, the cold metal cutting his wrists so much that it drew blood. He continued to struggle, doing his best to keep from falling over as his entire body shook from the sudden movement. Kabuto only chuckled and spat in the weakened prisoner's face.

"I'll kill you," Dosu growled through clenched teeth, ignoring the sudden pain though his body screamed for him to stop. Kabuto only glared into those defiant eyes, smirking at Dosu's scarred face, remembering how he used to hide behind as those stupid bandages. Not like there was anyone to see him now anyway.

"I do believe it will be the other way around," Kabuto chuckled, jingling the keys before Dosu's face before turning to leave. Dosu screamed with rage, but his strength was spent, slipping to his knees as shadows engulfed him. Kabuto let out a condescending laugh, stepping down the dark hallway and slamming the door behind him, leaving Dosu alone in the overbearing darkness…