The Inferior of an Inferior
Chapter: 3
A Forced Decision
All right, third chapter. This one is a little sad. Since I had some peoples agree with me on making this thing a horror, then I will. This is going to be so cool. Nothing better then a good horror story, am I right?
Kabuto made his way down the dark and damp hallways, the 'clip-clop' of his shoes echoing off the wall around him. I hope that those bandages held out; I didn't bring any of my supplies with me. Kabuto thought listening to the dripping of water off in the distance, the ground had soaked up the rain water from the night before. Now the water was slowly dripping into the underground tunnels of Orochimaru's compound. Kabuto noticed that some of the candles, the only light source down in the cave, were out, the bases of the candle holders were filled with ground water. Kabuto sighed as he walked on towards Orochimaru's office. The snake's office was always so far away, his bedroom was close to Kabuto's just in case of a medical emergency. The winding stone tunnels would confuse a newcomer, but luckily for Kabuto, he had lived here for some time now. There was like a permanent map burned in the back of the medic's mind. The dust that loomed in the air tingled Kabuto's nose as he neared the doors he so dreaded to go through.
Everytime Kabuto was called to his master's office in the past, it was never a pleasent trip. Kabuto would always leave with a big scowl across his face, he always got stuck doing Orochimaru's dirty work. Kabuto thought about it a long time ago and it occured to him that he does just about everything here. He was a servant, he would tell himself, but he never could remember agreeing to any cleaning jobs. The medic nin grimaced, such a hard life he lived. He always seemed to be doing some kind of expiriment on a person, so he was pretty much use to the screaming, begging, blood, and the lingering stenches of sickness and death. In the catacombs below the ones where Orochimaru and Kabuto lived were rock lined cells. The doors were iron bars, blood splattered against the wall where test subjects had commited suicide so they wouldn't be tortured. Down there, Kabuto was feared by all. The people who lived in those cells always knew that when Kabuto strode the hall outside their iron and rock keeps that it meant another test, another death.
This of course wasn't something Kabuto enjoyed doing. He admitted to himself that he did have some kind of sick pleasure: watching people pass from the light to the darkness, from life to death, drawing their last quivering breath. At that moment, the precise time that all their bodily functions would stop, Kabuto would always find himself smiling. He'd curse himself for it, as stated before, it wasn't something he enjoyed doing, it was something he was forced to do. Still, that didnt' explain the excitment he got from watching people pass on.
The silver haired ninja stood in front of Orochimaru's office doors, two large, wooden doors with snakes carved in them for decoration. Behind Kabuto, there were a few sound ninja leading a small child down a staircase that was concealed in the dark shadows. The small girl looked no more then eight years old, bound and gagged, her muffled cries somehow stumbled to Kabuto's ears. A sudden sadness swept over Kabuto as he listened to the little girl cry out for his help. What made his feelings intensify was knowing that in a few more days that child would probably be his next test subject. Kabuto didn't know why Orochimaru wanted him to expiriment on children, it is one of the hardest tasks Kabuto has to accomplish. He's expirimented on three in the past, and that was enough to last him a life time.
Kabuto would always tell the children that they were sick and they didn't know it, and he was going to make them all better. They would smile up at him, their eyes full of trust, but they didn't know any better. The medic would inject their tiny arms with some unknown substance that his master wanted tested, not even Kabuto knew what was in the syringe. The snake lord had scientists that did all the chemical work. They'd bring the vial to Orochimaru, and, in turn, Orochimaru would give it to Kabuto and tell the medic which prisoner he wanted it tested on. Kabuto would stand over the children with a clipboard and a pen in his hand. He had to take notes on every little thing that happened to the child's body. The little ones would squeak,"Will I get better? Will I get to see mommy again? Where will I go after this." Kabuto would find himself facing away from the child clutching his heart where a pain of sadness would start, then shoot through the rest of his body like senbon. The medic would turn to the childern, place a hand on their small cold cheeks and reply,"You'll go to a better place..." The child would smile up at him before drawing their last breath. This time Kabuto would feel no pleasure of watching a person pass on. He would scribble down the last of the notes on the paper attached to the clipboard: Unknown Drug A, test failed, test subject: 8-10 year old child, deceased. He despised those last words, but it was the same on all the papers he had ever documented scribbled in red ink, the same color as the blood that would fall from the childrens lips. Two of the expiriments failed, the last one resulted in some kind of monster that doesn't even look human. That monster now hangs in the isolation room. It is shakled to the wall in thick heavy chains. Sometimes Kabuto can hear its saddening moans at night, and hearing that is even enough to make him cry, knowing that he is the one who created the creature, it was all his fault.
Kabuto shook the thoughts out of his mind as the muffled cries from the girl ceased. He heard the slamming of a iron door, knowing that the child had just been locked away. The medic reach out his hands to open the door, but before he could place a hand on the doorknob, the wooden slabs opened themselves. Out stepped Sasuke; the Sharingan ninja went passed Kabuto really fast, careful not to make eye contact. Kabuto scowled as he let the brat pass; he walked in his master's office. "You asked to see me Lord Orochimaru?" Kabuto asked as he closed the doors, leaving only he and his master in the darkness. The dark was broke by a small candle sitting in the corner, the orange flame wiggled sickly on the wick, the light reflecting off of Kabuto's circular glasses.
"Ahh, yess.." Orochimaru hissed his yellow eyes could be seen sitting in his chair,"I have something I need to ask you.."
Kabuto nodded as he stepped forward in front of his master, standing only a few steps away from his chair. "And what would that be?" Kabuto asked casually, he knew Orochimaru wouldn't mind his tone of voice.
"I have been observing you lately Kabuto, you work yourself to the point of exhuastion. I'm becoming quite...concerned about you. I thought, since you were a doctor, you'd take better care of yourself, but it seems that you've surprised me once again. So, at this point I have come to a conclusion. I will allow you one assistant...What do you think?" the snake lord stated.
That was pretty straightforward Kabuto thought to himself. The medic played this idea over in his head. "Orochimaru-sama, I don't think I need one, I can do everything just fine." Kabuto replied trying not to sound like he was countering his master's decision.
"Oh come now Kabuto...you're being a stubborn brat. Have you seen yourself lately. You look horrible. Kabuto, if you keep this up you're going to have dark circles around your eyes like that Sand shinobi, Gaara. Now, I've asked you nicely, but it appears I'm going to have to persuade you the hard way." Orochimaru snapped, his eyes flashing menacingly in the much too dim light.
Suddenly something wet wrapped itself around Kabuto's neck. The medic was swept forward to Orochimaru, realizing that it was his master's tounge that was constricting him. He could feel the siliva seep into his shirt collar as he stopped only inches away from his master's face, the bones in his legs aching as he was brought to his knees by the force. The tounge was around his neck so tightly that Kabuto felt like his head was going to explode, he couldn't breath!
"Now, Kabuto, I order you to take on an assistant. But, because you do so much for me I'm going to let you choose." Orochimaru said nicely to Kabuto, who was now gasping for breath like a fish out of water. The tip of Orochimaru's tounge pushed the medic's face upwards, forcing him to make eye contact with the evil snake. "Got any ideas?"
Kabuto tried to answer, really he did, but it felt like his lungs were going to burst. His color was slowly fading as his eyes started to roll back into his head. His lungs were crying out for oxygen, but no matter how deeply he gasped none would come. His heart was racing and if Orochimaru constricted him any tighter his neck would break. Suddenly his mind stopped functioning properly and the only thought that ran through it now was to free himself from this bind. His hands flew up to grasp his master's tounge in hopes of pulling it off so he could get some air. But Orochimaru only extended it more to wrap his arms to his torso, in turn, pulling tighter around his neck. All Kabuto saw was the smile on Orochimaru's face as he pulled him into complete submission.
"A..a...ai..air...air!" Kabuto squeaked out with the only breath left in him soon he would faint.
Orochimaru scowled as he threw Kabuto with his tounge. Kabuto smacked the stone floor, taking in large gulps of dusty oxygen. He lay there, for about five minutes just breathing, regaining himself. He could still feel the pressure on his chest, sending shivers down his spine. Orochimaru was getting tired of waiting,"Well!" he shouted out to his servant.
Kabuto shakily got up and fixed his glasses on his nose. Taking in one deep breath Kabuto said,"There was...a little girl who was delivered to the cells not too long ago, I wish for her to be my assistant." The medic practically pleaded; he never wanted to expiriment on that child, or any other for that matter.
Orochimaru raised a brow at the Yakushi boy. "A child? Kabuto, I thought that children got on your nerves!"
"I..well..I shall teach her my medical skills as well, so one day she too will be able to serve you, and it's best to start young right?" Kabuto asked making a very good point.
The snake lord thought for a moment before deciding,"Very well then, go get her, and bring her to me."
This one is longer then I expected it to be, but oh well. I think it is good. Tell me what you think. Oh sorry if Kabuto didn't fit his character in this chapter, but c'mon, even he has to have a soft spot somewhere. Plus, doing that to children is sad. He's human too. It's all Orochimaru's fault! Making Kabuto be bad like that! Grr you Oro! Can't you see that you hurt poor Kabuto!