medically sound
a nearly independant Kabuto Yakushi roleplay blog
Never in the middle of nowhere should anyone be disturbed by the lack of silence. However, the dry and cold nights of winter brought with them the distress of his test subjects, which translated into the unpleasant sound of iron cell bars clashing against restrictive chains. The particular nature of that sound had become unbearable to the Sannin, who had threatened multiple times to end the lives of those who dared to raise their voice in clamor even when he was not present. Silence was essential and therefore demanded during those long periods of solitary contemplation; he could not afford to be distracted by such nuisances. While occasionally placing his eyes on several scrolls laid down on one of the tables the slim dark-haired figure walked at a slow pace around the poorly illuminated room, pondering while his brain struggled to endure such piercing outcries.
“GYAAAAAAAHHHHRRRRLLLRAAHHAHHAHHHmmmpphpphrhp-“
“Hush.” said the white-haired man as if speaking to a small child, clamping a gloved hand over the offender’s mouth. The gag must’ve slipped off. Quickly looking around while the prisoner tried to gnaw at the medic’s hand, he retrieved it from the floor and slammed it into the other’s mouth with a cruel brutality not befitting any other audience. With a tug, it was tightened, and in the precious silence Kabuto was able to continue his work without so much as a phased expression.
The work was difficult and even with the gagged patient, made no easier. His organs splayed over the table and his spinal collumn exposed, Kabuto toyed for half an hour more with removing bone before deciding his work was finished. With a curt blow to the forehead, the patient was dead, and Kabuto dragged him into the disposal furnace.
Even in winter the room was scorching hot and he was sweating, both from tedious experiments requiring his and only his precision, and a long day of dealing with the more violent and dangerous subjects. Still, such labors were deftly rewarded with knowledge in the gloomy place, and as he wiped his brow and removed his gloves, he smiled. Then, back to work- just cleanup.
An hour passed and he found it odd. The Sannin in charge was always more than eager to inspect his partner’s doings, and even then it was strange that, on a day for research, it had passed without so much as a yell or laugh from somewhere in the building. The only other noise were the experiments, clanging around their cells.
Sighing and finally finished, he stepped out of the meticulously spotless room and walked through the dank halls to try and ‘check in’ on his lord before returning to the depths of the lab.
Lord Orochimaru never did care for the winter… he thought, straightening his ponytail and smirking as he connected it to the snake-like nature of the Sannin.
His patience began to reach its limit when a bloodcurdling scream echoed in the maze of halls and corridors. The Sannin raised a pale hand to his forehead, rubbing his fingers over it in annoyance. The candle light revealed some of his strong features, jaw clenching as his headache aggravated. It was indeed the bitter weather that triggered such irritability in him, apart of course from the ludicrous lack of efficiency that his subjects demonstrated in keeping the experiments quiet.
Enervated still with his continuous intents of concentrating while being subjected to such distractions he resigned himself to the fact that his work would have to wait. He sat down on a stone-built chair, resting with his head back. Wasting time in such a crucial point of his investigations infuriated him, however he of all people knew too well the effects of a poor state of mind could have on the outcome of research. Annoyed he cursed under his breath, assuring himself that later on he would take care of the of the insolent serfs who failed to apply discipline over the experiments.
“It’s not like you to be so restful,” said Kabuto with a slight, subtle hint of tease to his voice, as he stood carefully at the doorway. His descent down the hall had been quiet as ever, and soon enough he had regrouped with the older man. To any other, it would’ve appeared as an insubordination, but Kabuto had perfected how to walk that line, balancing perfectly between independence and an amicable presentation, and backed-down subservience and deference. Rather, he knew just how to approach the Sannin, how even the direction of gestures and words could invoke wrath or contentment at the slightest degree.
Now was the time for that subservience- he could feel an almost malcontent disruption from his lord’s usual chakra levels, possibly an illness. So he patiently, politely waited for a response while remembering which pocket he had his pain-killers in.
Never in the middle of nowhere should anyone be disturbed by the lack of silence. However, the dry and cold nights of winter brought with them the distress of his test subjects, which translated into the unpleasant sound of iron cell bars clashing against restrictive chains. The particular nature of that sound had become unbearable to the Sannin, who had threatened multiple times to end the lives of those who dared to raise their voice in clamor even when he was not present. Silence was essential and therefore demanded during those long periods of solitary contemplation; he could not afford to be distracted by such nuisances. While occasionally placing his eyes on several scrolls laid down on one of the tables the slim dark-haired figure walked at a slow pace around the poorly illuminated room, pondering while his brain struggled to endure such piercing outcries.
“GYAAAAAAAHHHHRRRRLLLRAAHHAHHAHHHmmmpphpphrhp-“
“Hush.” said the white-haired man as if speaking to a small child, clamping a gloved hand over the offender’s mouth. The gag must’ve slipped off. Quickly looking around while the prisoner tried to gnaw at the medic’s hand, he retrieved it from the floor and slammed it into the other’s mouth with a cruel brutality not befitting any other audience. With a tug, it was tightened, and in the precious silence Kabuto was able to continue his work without so much as a phased expression.
The work was difficult and even with the gagged patient, made no easier. His organs splayed over the table and his spinal collumn exposed, Kabuto toyed for half an hour more with removing bone before deciding his work was finished. With a curt blow to the forehead, the patient was dead, and Kabuto dragged him into the disposal furnace.
Even in winter the room was scorching hot and he was sweating, both from tedious experiments requiring his and only his precision, and a long day of dealing with the more violent and dangerous subjects. Still, such labors were deftly rewarded with knowledge in the gloomy place, and as he wiped his brow and removed his gloves, he smiled. Then, back to work- just cleanup.
An hour passed and he found it odd. The Sannin in charge was always more than eager to inspect his partner’s doings, and even then it was strange that, on a day for research, it had passed without so much as a yell or laugh from somewhere in the building. The only other noise were the experiments, clanging around their cells.
Sighing and finally finished, he stepped out of the meticulously spotless room and walked through the dank halls to try and ‘check in’ on his lord before returning to the depths of the lab.
Lord Orochimaru never did care for the winter… he thought, straightening his ponytail and smirking as he connected it to the snake-like nature of the Sannin.
tumblrbot asked: WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER WHEN YOU ARE IN A BAD MOOD?
Hmm… I’d have to say, organizing my scalpels.
Now quit yelling at me.
