A/N:Hey! Sorry this chapter took so long to publish. So much homework. Anyways, I hope you guys are liking the story so far! -what little there is of it anyways- Thank you to anyone who was kind enough to review. The reviews make me happy. =) Also, just a note, this chapter doesn't go into anything yet. There are a few scenes some might point out, but it could be blamed on Orochimarus' tendency to be overly ignorant of personal space. XD Hope you like it!
Warning/Disclaimer:Characters not mine. Yaoi. OroKabu. Blah. Blah. Blah. Posted it on the first chapter.
It was near completely silent in the room. The only disturbance was the occasional shifting of springs and cloth, or the turn of a page. Dark eyes looked though thick glasses, scanning over fine print. Medical text had always been a fascination of Kabutos'. The human body and it's workings were so complex, so interesting. Figuring out how things worked, why they happened, was exciting to the silver haired teen. It seemed as though there was always something new to learn.
After a few minutes of flipping through the text in the darkened room he put the book down, setting it so he wouldn't lose his page. The boy then proceeded to push purple fabric aside, and slip open the window above him, allowing a steady, cool breeze into the room along with a peaceful light. The sounds of teenagers chatting and participating in sport were heard from below, and dark eyes glanced lazily about the large field outside. A group of about seven or eight teenage boys were playing soccer, focused on the game. A small group of young females stood not too far away, giggling in that dainty way the female race is known for, commenting on the boys periodically.
The silver haired boy simply scoffed at them, and turned back to his in-depth book of the human anatomy. Humans were so predictable. It took so little to amuse them.
Kabuto had always been different. Always. In fact he faintly remembered hearing a conversation his father was having with his mother, back when they were both still alive. His father, one of the most renown medical specialist in the country, had been 'worried' about his son. He had said that the boy had 'sadistic' and 'anti-social' characteristics. That had been just a week before...
The memory made the teen laugh lightly to himself. Yes, he always had been a bit different for the normal. He marked his pace, and set the book aside, allowing the old memories to wash over him. He always did start to drift a bit the first day or so in a new place.
There had been one point in his childhood, just a normal day in kindergarten, that stood out in particular. It had been just another ordinary day at the school, nothing strange about it in the least. Kabuto, admittedly, had been late that day. He had come in on the middle of a lesson.
"Ah, Kabuto-kun," the kindly, but rather average teacher had said,"I had thought you were absent. We were just starting. Please, come have a seat." She gestured towards the circle of children his own age sitting on the floor. A few shifted over so that the young silver-haired boy could join them, before they continued the lesson.
"Okay class," the teacher started,"Today we are going to be reviewing colors! Now, let's go around in a circle, so everyone can say their favorite color and why they like it. Let's start to my left-" The topic had started to make it's way around the circle of small children. Most of the responses were typical. "Blue, 'cuz I like the sky!" "Orange, the color of my big sisters' cat." "Green, like grass." Kabuto already knew what he was going to say. This was easy!
The attention of the class eventually made it to him. The teacher smiled on expectantly. Other students looked over in curiosity. Kabuto had simply pushed his glasses slightly higher on his small nose and said in a happy tone,"I like the color red! It reminds me of blood."
At the sheer memory of it the silver haired teen shook his head from side to side, a few chuckles escaping his throat. He had nearly given his teacher a heart attack, while the other students had simply starred of in horror, and curiosity. It was rather funny, how even at such a young age he had been fascinated with such a thing. His still innocent mind not comprehending the magnitude of such a simple statement.
At this point the silver haired teen had stretched out across his bed, head resting lightly on the not-completely-uncomfortable pillow. His eyes were closed, and he had one hand sprawled out to the side, dangling off the bed, the other resting across his stomach.
The alarm clock sitting on the desk ticked by lightly, creating a soothing, constant rhythm. It was still decently early in the day, and the clock read '2:00 p.m.'. With a sudden whim to take a walk, Kabuto got up off of his bed. He quickly checked to make sure his longer than average, silver hair wasn't too horribly messy before walking out of his room, locking the door behind him.
He slowly started down the hallway at a leisurely pace, not really caring all that much where it was he was going. It wasn't as though he had anything better to do. Besides, if he were to get lost it really wasn't all that hard to ask someone where he was. He didn't understand why it was that people had problems asking for directions.
As he turned a corner, though, he ran directly into someone. He let out an 'uhmph' as he collided with the other figure. Papers were sent fluttering in the air, almost gracefully. A few text books crashed to the ground with a bang, and both Kabuto and whoever it was he had run into fell to the ground. Maybe he had been walking a little faster than he originally thought if it was enough force to knock them to the ground.
The silver haired teen instantly began to collect scattered pages, apologizing in a calm voice,"I'm sorry for running into you. I didn't expect anyone to be just around the corner."
He was snapped out of his train of thought when a rather blurry hand held something up to him.
"Oh, my glasses, thank you,"he stated in an almost questioning tone as he slipped them back on. How had he not noticed his glasses falling off? Normally he was more aware of such things.
A very familiar, dark chuckle could be heard as a smooth voice replied,"It's quite alright, Kabuto. Actually you're rather lucky they didn't break."
Dark eyes widened slightly at the revelation he had run into Orochimaru. The same chill returned when he heard the man speak his name. The silver haired teen managed to shake it off, though, and helped to pick up the last of the fallen text and papers.
"Wow," Kabuto stated, starring at the sizable pile of stuff,"That sure is quite a bit you're carrying." The boy was talking more to himself than anyone in particular, thinking out loud. In all honesty it was a wonder the pale man had managed to even get a few feet with the amount he had been carrying through the halls.
Orochimaru simply chuckled at the comment and said in a hiss,"Ah, yes. It is quite a bit, is it not? Would you mind helping me get it to my classroom? It shouldn't take too long." The tone he used made the request sound like more of a demand than anything.
Kabuto simply nodded, deciding that he really had nothing better to do, and picked up about half of the pile. He would never admit it, but he was rather curious about this man. Such a strange person, and one of the only ones to ever hold his attention.
As the two walked down the hall Kabuto was all too aware of the bright golden eyes fixated on himself. It was almost unnerving. The boy couldn't help but to feel as though Orochimarus' gaze was picking him apart piece by piece, glaring directly into his soul. What really sent shivers down the boys spine, though, was the question of why exactly this man was so interested in him.
After what seemed like an eternity, the two finally reached a large classroom. The walls were painted bleach white. The tiled floor was made from some form of light gray limestone, and the lighting reminded Kabuto of a hospital. There were about sixteen, two-person, granite top lab tables with various supplies laying about, set up in rows. All desk were facing towards a larger, main desk. Obviously belonging to the teacher.
Kabuto set his stack of papers down on the desk as Orochimaru did the same with his. The older of the two 'tsk'ed as he shook his head back and forth in an almost sarcastic manner. He looked around the room, crowded with messy lab supplies.
"Well now, it looks as though my last class wasn't very tidy. Not a single one of them cleaned up their lab supplies. I hate to impose, Kabuto, but it would take me all night to clean this by myself. Would you mind helping me?"
There was an odd, underlying meaning or tone the silver haired teen couldn't quite put his finger on. Even so, he let out an almost unnoticeable sigh, that for some reason seemed to make the raven haired man chuckle, and agreed to help him. Why that is, not even Kabuto himself fully understood at the point in time. He guessed he was probably just bored.
As the two cleaned up the room, Kabuto became all too aware that the older man was very blatantly invading his personal space. From the way the golden eyed man acted, he simply assumed that it was probably not intentional. In fact, the man didn't even seem to be aware of the fact that at least three times the two had practically been close enough to brush lips if one or the other had slipped, or leaned forward a few centimeters.
Kabuto nearly jumped when Orochimaru, rather randomly, spoke up,"So, Kabuto, why is it exactly that you would agree to help me on such a beautiful day? Most boys your age would rather spend the day with their peers outside."
The silver haired teen simply replied with a blunt,"I don't like other people much. They're so simple-minded. I prefer to study medicine."
That piqued the golden eyed mans' interest, as he looked over curiously at the younger boy. A wide smirk formed across his face as the two started to converse vividly about medicines and the inner workings of the human body. Even Kabuto eventually let a smirk cross his face. It was the first actual conversation he had had in a rather long time.
Even after everything had been cleaned up and put in its' proper place, the two stayed in the room, speaking back and forth. Both were deeply involved in the subject at hand, and if one didn't know any better, they might think the two had known each other for quite some time.
At least an hour had passed when Orochimaru noticed the reading of the digital clock hanging just above the blackboard. "Well, it seems as though we've lost track of time, Kabuto. I really must be getting to work on these papers," he said, gesturing a pale hand at the stack on his desk,"I guess I will see you tomorrow in class, Kabuto-kun."
The teen simply pushed his glasses higher on his nose and said a quick goodbye, before walking out of the classroom, a smirk still on his face.