WARNING: Slight yaoi (pervy Orochimaru)
DISCLAIMER: of course I own it. What is this fan fiction you speak of? It sounds far too
lowly for a being such as myself . . .
A/N: so I feel it's a little weak - review for me and tell me what you think, constructive criticsm welcome (on the upper note: IT'S FINALLY UP!)
Yakushi Kabuto – February 29th
Kabuto has wish, and that wish is his only wish at this point in time. It's not all that much to wish for, but as the screams, groans and other anonymous mutterings from patients and test-subjects alike grow into a cacophony of sound, Kabuto can see his wish disappearing into the valleys of beyond – from whence it will never return to be made into a reality (and with it, we may add, goes his last shreds of sanity).
Kabuto is alone in his hospital ward, which doubles as a laboratory, with no one (no one important at any rate) to hear his curses and threats. Unfortunately the test-subjects have also realised this and one particularly brutal and unhappy man has broken off the leg of his bed – the sound going unnoticed beneath the clamour of the laboratory – and is advancing towards the silver-haired medic at a worryingly deliberate pace.
All the other occupants of the room are too busy with their own problems to warn Kabuto of the impending danger, some of them don't seem even to have noticed it, and so when the metal pole meets with the back of Kabuto's head, he feels no pain, and only dimly registers his tray of instruments crashing to the floor and his vision going grey and hazy before finally disappearing altogether.
When Kabuto regains consciousness he slowly takes in the purple hangings and the sand-coloured bed sheets, alerting him to the fact he is currently laid in his master's bed, and in the corner of his eye he can see the fuzzy outline of a pale skinned man with long dark hair.
"Orochimaru-sama?"
"Ah, Kabuto, you're awake"
The fuzzy figure that is Orochimaru moves over to him and it is only when he becomes less fuzzy and particularly close that Kabuto sluggishly realises he is not wearing his glasses.
Orochimaru exhales, his breath cool on Kabuto's bare chest – wait, is he not wearing a shirt?
No, he deduces, he is not fully clothed – and neither for that matter is lord Orochimaru.
"I apologise for my lack of decorum, Orochimaru-sama. I will return to work immediately" Kabuto says and makes to move himself off the bed, but a pale hand firmly presses him back down.
"Perhaps you ought to rest?" Orochimaru replies and smiles predatorily at his subordinate "After all, you've been working so hard lately, I think you deserve it, don't you? After all, it is your birthday"
All these questions were making Kabuto's poor, bruised, head swim; did his master want them answered or were they rhetorical? What were the questions for that matter? The medic-nin opted for the safe answer of "Yes Orochimaru-sama" and it seemed to be the answer the snakelike man was looking for.
"Excellent" he murmured and slid onto the bed next to Kabuto "perhaps I ought to help you relax? As a birthday treat you understand?" He added and ran a hand down the other man's chest, lingering near his crotch and causing Kabuto to jump like a frightened mouse. "come now" Orochimaru reprimanded him and shifted so he was half-leaning on the frightened Kabuto.
The younger man jerked away as Orochimaru moved to claim his lips (at least that was what Kabuto assumed he was attempting to do) and in his fright, he knocked his head hard against the headboard of the bed, once more rendering him unconscious.
Kabuto woke again, recognising his own, tatty quarters complete with fully dressed and looming Orochimaru, arms folded and a scowl on his eternally youthful face.
"Was it all a terrifying but slightly wonderful dream?" Kabuto wondered, rejoicing silently at the return to normality "Orochimaru-sama" he added out loud "I apologise for my lack of decorum and I fully intend to return to my duties the moment I am able to stand up"
"How very dull of you" Orochimaru smirked "But I suppose that's A-types, ne Kabuto san?" the serpentine sannin swept his gazer over Kabuto's mercifully clothed body and then turned, exiting the room with a sweeping gesture and the words "Stay in bed for today. You're no fun when you're stressed"
And with that he disappeared.
Kabuto was slightly surprised, but ecstatic – he had gotten his wish! A break, a holiday, a time off of dealing with those overly-experimented upon nutters his master insisted on keeping around!
Oh the utter joy and delight!
His door snapped shut as the last of Orochimaru;s subordinates exited the room and Kabuto rolled over, clutching his pillow in joy.
"And now" he told himself "I shall sleep, a dreamless and Orochimaru-free sleep. Amen."
OWARI!
Ok, so this could really be any day in Kabuto's
Life, not just his birthday, but evil organisations
Don't strike me as the types to celebrate birth