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Log; Complete
When; Saturday, October 7th, 3 am
Rating; PG
Characters; Shizune {![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
medic_assistant} & Kabuto {snake_servant}
Summary; After experimenting and assisting in the torture and dissection of the shinigami, Kabuto returns home to where Shizune has been waiting up. (Note: there is one more log that comes between this one and the actual kidnapping already posted in terms of the kidnapping log arc, it will be up as soon as possible.)
Log;
Shizune rubbed the back of her hand across her eyes, trying to stay awake. It was late, very late, or rather, very early, but she couldn’t sleep yet. Kabuto wasn’t back yet. Normally she’d go to bed and just wake at his arrival… but this time something was different. He’d grabbed a key from a hidden drawer in the bedside table, been terse and brusque. And she knew that he’d taken a left out of the apartment, taken another left into the apartment two doors down. The Sound apartment. With a worried sigh, she turned to the clock. 3:24 am.
With the barest of sounds, the doorknob turned and clicked open, the door swinging silently inwards to the apartment. Kabuto walked in, covered in blood that wasn’t his own, and face stoic as he walked straight through the apartment towards the bathroom. He had even slipped back into his habitual ninja ways, every move precise and done as to go with the least amount of detection.
Tonight he had had to slip back into his old habits, the person he was becoming could not handle the work he had to do to serve his master, and he had to remain strong to protect what had become important to him, even if that meant he would lose that important thing. He would do what he had to, serve Orochimaru’s every whim, if that would keep Shizune safe.
“Kabuto?” Shizune had sprung to her feet, paused for a second when she saw the blood, fear creeping into her, but she knew it was not his. He had neither wounds, nor any sign of recently healed ones, and the amount… the sheer volume of it… but he just kept walking, didn’t even look in her direction. Her worry beginning to give way to concern and fright, she followed him, one hand reaching out to grab his hand. “Kabuto.” She said again, trying to keep her voice level and calm.
His red stained hand was moved to avoid Shizune’s grasp as he pulled open the bathroom door, smearing the handle with blood. So much mess to clean up to cover his tracks. He couldn’t just leave the blood on the doors, that would be so obvious. Of course, dead women could and would talk in this City so it was only a matter of time before his part in all of this was public knowledge, but until then he would do what was necessary to hide it.
Kabuto glanced over his shoulder, looking at Shizune, the glare off his glasses hiding his blank expression. He didn’t say anything, and after a moment, pulled the bathroom door shut again behind him. Within moments, the steady hissing of the shower could be heard.
Shizune stopped cold as the door shut in her face. She didn’t know what to do. What to say. What had even happened… but she knew it was nothing that boded well for anyone. She was torn between actions, didn’t know which to do… but in the end, she went back into the kitchen and grabbed a rag, returning to gently clean the doorknobs of the front door and the bathroom, throwing the blood-stained rag away into the trash before returning to the bathroom where she sat down, right there on the floor, leaning her head back against the wall. She listened to the sounds of the shower, eyes closing. Waiting.
It was several minutes before the shower cut off, and another couple minuets after that before the door opened. Kabuto stood in the door, silver strands of hair clinging damply to his neck and shoulders as he peered through his glasses at Shizune sitting on the floor. There was no sign of his clothes, and any inspection of the bathroom would not reveal them either. They had been ruined, and he had disposed of them in the proper fashion, and he could see that his clean up job had already been handled.
There was nothing to say to her, though he knew she wanted an explanation. He simply could not give one; it wasn’t allowed for one thing, and there was no possible way to explain it even if it was, for another. Silence was his only real course of action, because he couldn’t lie to her either. So, with an almost inaudible sigh, he made a beeline for their bedroom door.
She had opened her mouth to speak, to say his name, but had only watched, in the end, as he looked at her, and she met his gaze. Everything she’d understood, that one day, came back to her mind’s forefront, trying to understand what he was doing now. Standing, she slowly followed him, followed him to the door and as he went through it she shut it behind them, standing just inside. Her face, she had never been good at hiding her emotions, was grave with concern.
“Kabuto.” She said once more, not bothering to hide her worry any longer. “Kabuto, please. Look at me.” She coaxed, one hand still clutching the doorknob, almost for support.
Kabuto couldn’t look at her when she sounded like that, so hurt, so worried. He had to remain strong; he had to protect her. She knew that, they had talked about it in the beginning, how there were things he would have to do that she would hate him for, things he hated himself for in a way that was entirely new to him.
“I’m sorry.” He managed to say, before returning to his preparations for bed. He was tired, and just wanted this night to be over, to forget it had happened for as long as he could, while knowing it was only the first in a long line.
“… I know.” She wanted him to just… tell her. But she knew he wouldn’t. Wouldn’t just come out and admit what he’d done, what had happened. But she needed to know, couldn’t just pretend he wasn’t capable of doing such things, couldn’t pretend he wasn’t under the beck and call of one of the most evil people she’d ever known. She left the doorframe to sit on the edge of the bed, still watching him.
“Kabuto…. I’ll find out sooner or later…” She murmured, fingers idly twisting into the sheets. “… and I’d rather hear it from you.”
“I know.” Kabuto replied, half turning his head towards her, but still not looking directly at her. “But you know I can’t do that.” He had more information on the actual events than Nemu would. After a short time, longer than it took for most, she was in too much pain to concentrate on what had happened exactly. Which was better for her in the end. He couldn’t imagine what being resurrected with the memory of such things was like, but it couldn’t be pleasant. He would rather Shizune find out the toned down version, even if it didn’t come from him.
She tried to catch his gaze, but failed, knowing he was doing well at not looking at her. She hung her head a little, listening. She knew he was trying to protect her, shield her, from what he’d done, but… she was a ninja in her own right. She could protect herself, she could handle things. “… just… in general?” She asked, turning her head to continue watching him.
Kabuto shook his head, as he turned around, eyes fixed on the far wall as he walked around to the other side of the bed to lie down. “I can’t tell you anything, I’m sorry.”
Shizune stood herself, walking over to the chest of drawers and changing herself, tired too, but unwilling to let it go. She finished and crawled into bed, drawing the sheets up around her shoulders, staring at the ceiling. “… It’s something horrible, isn’t it?” She asked, though it was possibly the most obvious question she’s ever voiced.
“Yeah, it is.” He conceded, but would tell her nothing else, nothing she didn’t already know. He had an obligation to his master, and to protect her. If that meant keeping secrets, and killing innocents, then he would, because he had done those things all his life.
He didn’t know what else do to, didn’t have a way to make her understand without hurting her more than he already was. “I’m sorry.” It was all he could say to her in the end, he just hoped that one day she’d forgive him.
“… I won’t hate you.” She whispered, no longer trying to coax the information from him. Just… stating. Her hand moved under the sheets, seeking his. “… And I know. I know.”
“…” Kabuto had nothing else to say, he was never good at making excuses for himself. He always did what he had to and that was the end of it; it hand never required explaining before. He squeezed her hand, appreciating the contact now that he wasn’t covered in blood. “…Goodnight.”
She threaded her fingers in his, squeezing back. But she wasn’t able to tell if she was doing it to reassure him, or herself. “… Goodnight, Kabuto.”
Rating; PG
Characters; Shizune {
medic_assistant} & Kabuto {snake_servant} Summary; After experimenting and assisting in the torture and dissection of the shinigami, Kabuto returns home to where Shizune has been waiting up. (Note: there is one more log that comes between this one and the actual kidnapping already posted in terms of the kidnapping log arc, it will be up as soon as possible.)
Log;
Shizune rubbed the back of her hand across her eyes, trying to stay awake. It was late, very late, or rather, very early, but she couldn’t sleep yet. Kabuto wasn’t back yet. Normally she’d go to bed and just wake at his arrival… but this time something was different. He’d grabbed a key from a hidden drawer in the bedside table, been terse and brusque. And she knew that he’d taken a left out of the apartment, taken another left into the apartment two doors down. The Sound apartment. With a worried sigh, she turned to the clock. 3:24 am.
With the barest of sounds, the doorknob turned and clicked open, the door swinging silently inwards to the apartment. Kabuto walked in, covered in blood that wasn’t his own, and face stoic as he walked straight through the apartment towards the bathroom. He had even slipped back into his habitual ninja ways, every move precise and done as to go with the least amount of detection.
Tonight he had had to slip back into his old habits, the person he was becoming could not handle the work he had to do to serve his master, and he had to remain strong to protect what had become important to him, even if that meant he would lose that important thing. He would do what he had to, serve Orochimaru’s every whim, if that would keep Shizune safe.
“Kabuto?” Shizune had sprung to her feet, paused for a second when she saw the blood, fear creeping into her, but she knew it was not his. He had neither wounds, nor any sign of recently healed ones, and the amount… the sheer volume of it… but he just kept walking, didn’t even look in her direction. Her worry beginning to give way to concern and fright, she followed him, one hand reaching out to grab his hand. “Kabuto.” She said again, trying to keep her voice level and calm.
His red stained hand was moved to avoid Shizune’s grasp as he pulled open the bathroom door, smearing the handle with blood. So much mess to clean up to cover his tracks. He couldn’t just leave the blood on the doors, that would be so obvious. Of course, dead women could and would talk in this City so it was only a matter of time before his part in all of this was public knowledge, but until then he would do what was necessary to hide it.
Kabuto glanced over his shoulder, looking at Shizune, the glare off his glasses hiding his blank expression. He didn’t say anything, and after a moment, pulled the bathroom door shut again behind him. Within moments, the steady hissing of the shower could be heard.
Shizune stopped cold as the door shut in her face. She didn’t know what to do. What to say. What had even happened… but she knew it was nothing that boded well for anyone. She was torn between actions, didn’t know which to do… but in the end, she went back into the kitchen and grabbed a rag, returning to gently clean the doorknobs of the front door and the bathroom, throwing the blood-stained rag away into the trash before returning to the bathroom where she sat down, right there on the floor, leaning her head back against the wall. She listened to the sounds of the shower, eyes closing. Waiting.
It was several minutes before the shower cut off, and another couple minuets after that before the door opened. Kabuto stood in the door, silver strands of hair clinging damply to his neck and shoulders as he peered through his glasses at Shizune sitting on the floor. There was no sign of his clothes, and any inspection of the bathroom would not reveal them either. They had been ruined, and he had disposed of them in the proper fashion, and he could see that his clean up job had already been handled.
There was nothing to say to her, though he knew she wanted an explanation. He simply could not give one; it wasn’t allowed for one thing, and there was no possible way to explain it even if it was, for another. Silence was his only real course of action, because he couldn’t lie to her either. So, with an almost inaudible sigh, he made a beeline for their bedroom door.
She had opened her mouth to speak, to say his name, but had only watched, in the end, as he looked at her, and she met his gaze. Everything she’d understood, that one day, came back to her mind’s forefront, trying to understand what he was doing now. Standing, she slowly followed him, followed him to the door and as he went through it she shut it behind them, standing just inside. Her face, she had never been good at hiding her emotions, was grave with concern.
“Kabuto.” She said once more, not bothering to hide her worry any longer. “Kabuto, please. Look at me.” She coaxed, one hand still clutching the doorknob, almost for support.
Kabuto couldn’t look at her when she sounded like that, so hurt, so worried. He had to remain strong; he had to protect her. She knew that, they had talked about it in the beginning, how there were things he would have to do that she would hate him for, things he hated himself for in a way that was entirely new to him.
“I’m sorry.” He managed to say, before returning to his preparations for bed. He was tired, and just wanted this night to be over, to forget it had happened for as long as he could, while knowing it was only the first in a long line.
“… I know.” She wanted him to just… tell her. But she knew he wouldn’t. Wouldn’t just come out and admit what he’d done, what had happened. But she needed to know, couldn’t just pretend he wasn’t capable of doing such things, couldn’t pretend he wasn’t under the beck and call of one of the most evil people she’d ever known. She left the doorframe to sit on the edge of the bed, still watching him.
“Kabuto…. I’ll find out sooner or later…” She murmured, fingers idly twisting into the sheets. “… and I’d rather hear it from you.”
“I know.” Kabuto replied, half turning his head towards her, but still not looking directly at her. “But you know I can’t do that.” He had more information on the actual events than Nemu would. After a short time, longer than it took for most, she was in too much pain to concentrate on what had happened exactly. Which was better for her in the end. He couldn’t imagine what being resurrected with the memory of such things was like, but it couldn’t be pleasant. He would rather Shizune find out the toned down version, even if it didn’t come from him.
She tried to catch his gaze, but failed, knowing he was doing well at not looking at her. She hung her head a little, listening. She knew he was trying to protect her, shield her, from what he’d done, but… she was a ninja in her own right. She could protect herself, she could handle things. “… just… in general?” She asked, turning her head to continue watching him.
Kabuto shook his head, as he turned around, eyes fixed on the far wall as he walked around to the other side of the bed to lie down. “I can’t tell you anything, I’m sorry.”
Shizune stood herself, walking over to the chest of drawers and changing herself, tired too, but unwilling to let it go. She finished and crawled into bed, drawing the sheets up around her shoulders, staring at the ceiling. “… It’s something horrible, isn’t it?” She asked, though it was possibly the most obvious question she’s ever voiced.
“Yeah, it is.” He conceded, but would tell her nothing else, nothing she didn’t already know. He had an obligation to his master, and to protect her. If that meant keeping secrets, and killing innocents, then he would, because he had done those things all his life.
He didn’t know what else do to, didn’t have a way to make her understand without hurting her more than he already was. “I’m sorry.” It was all he could say to her in the end, he just hoped that one day she’d forgive him.
“… I won’t hate you.” She whispered, no longer trying to coax the information from him. Just… stating. Her hand moved under the sheets, seeking his. “… And I know. I know.”
“…” Kabuto had nothing else to say, he was never good at making excuses for himself. He always did what he had to and that was the end of it; it hand never required explaining before. He squeezed her hand, appreciating the contact now that he wasn’t covered in blood. “…Goodnight.”
She threaded her fingers in his, squeezing back. But she wasn’t able to tell if she was doing it to reassure him, or herself. “… Goodnight, Kabuto.”