I must not look away. No matter what, I CANNOT look away.
Crouched low and staring with his Sharingan activated as if his life depended on it, Sasuke silently marveled at what he beheld. The foreignness of the situation turned his stomach, but he had to keep watching. The living record provided by his Sharingan would be something to treasure for the rest of his life.
So much was going on around him, he wasn't sure how or where he should focus. Harsh flourescent lighting bore down on his subject, making the seeping blood and fluids seem like an impressionist painter's wet dream. Personnel twittered about, ducking in and out and around with bloody rags, used needles, metal gadgets with hinges and clamps and goodness knows what else. The Uchiha gripped the wood armrests of his chair to steady his dizziness. He was a full-blown shinobi, damn it. The fact that he was even the slightest bit uncomfortable was utterly shameful.
A feminine guttural scream cut the gravity of the room, machines beeping and sounds of flesh rending briefly interrupted. Sasuke wondered if the Sharingan recorded sound as well, or if there was a mute option. Sweat beaded on his brow, his kekkei genkai draining his chakra slowly and steadily the last couple of hours, but he had trained and practiced for this situation well ahead of time for months in advance. He was nothing if not prepared.
They were getting close. The screaming became louder and more frequent, the specialists rushing a little more frantically. The raven-haired man suddenly found it difficult to breathe with his heart in his throat and his stomach roiling. He swallowed thickly, but the simple action involving his own bodily fluids just served to emphasize how ill he felt. It was all he could do to not fall out of his chair in a dead faint when he witnessed the slow, painful emergence from the ghastly red abyss...
This was the future. His legacy.
"SASUKE! What are you doing down there?" Hinata screamed from the birthing table, legs spread-eagle in the stirrups. She bore down hard, grunting in a way that would put the hairiest manly men to shame.
Shikamaru, his hand nearly purple from Hinata's vice-like grip, looked down to the end of the table where he found their companion staring raptly under the tent that was woman's hospital gown stretched over her knees. "For crap's sake, Sasuke, I brought a camera!"
Author's Note:
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Sorry, had to have a funny drabble. Forgive me.