tampered | Log: Complete

When; From 10pm to end of curse day
Rating; PG
Characters; Shizune (

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Summary; Shizune has been thirsting for alcohol all day, and things are set into motion when Kabuto, affected by the curse as well, unwittingly brings alcohol back to the apartment where Shizune had been trying to restrain said alcoholic-urges.
Log;

Kabuto set the grocery bags on the counter, a little confused as to why he had felt the need for alcohol. He had been sitting in his room, looking over some medical scrolls when it hit him. It wasnt often that he did drink, so he figured indulging wouldn't hurt him. Besides, it wasn't like he had any missions to go on or orders to follow.

Shizune looked up from her tea kettle when Kabuto entered the apartment. She had been extremely at war with herself all day, trying to deny herself these... base urges for drink. She would not let herself turn into a drunkard like she sometimes thought of Tsunade-sama as. It was improper, it was immoral, and she would not have it! She'd been drinking tea constantly, trying to sate her need for drink by drinking something else. It was no doing any good. When she heard Kabuto enter she took a sip. "Coming in from that warzone?" But when she saw the bags, her heart skipped a beat. "You... bought something?"

He smiled at her, pulling bottles out of the bags. "I survived, years of being a ninja can get you through almost anything." He looked at what he bought, considering his options for a moment before selecting a bottle then pulling a glass out of the cupboard. "And yes, I did. I was thirsty."

"... thirsty for what?" Shizune slowly set down the cup of tea. She had managed to avoid giving in to her temptations because there was no alcohol in the apartment, and she had managed to convince herself that leaving the house was not a good idea, (though she had gone up to the roof earlier to tend to Jan Valentine and Uriel, but that was an exception). If he had brought it here...

Kabuto held up the bottle in response, while taking a sip from his glass. "This. It's odd, normally I don't really care either way if I'm drinking or not, but I just couldn't help myself."

"... alcohol?" Shizune sniffed slowly, taking in the familiar aroma. When she was dragging Tsunade away from her sake and bars it was her enemy, this smell, but now... she liked it. "Now, now, Shizune. Calm, collected... can't seem to desperate." She set aside her tea kettle and cup, which were growing cold anyway, and approached, pulling a glass of the same variety from the cupboard herself. Holding it up, she gave a small smile.

Kabuto blinked at the glass Shizune held out for a second; he didnt expect that from her, with a shrug he filled the glass. "I didn't think you liked alcohol, at all. From what I understand, spending any amount of time around either Jiraiya sama or Tsunade sama can kill any appeal it might have held."

"You'd think that. But what it really does is teach one the right times to drink." Shizune lied. It really did usually throw someone off alcohol forever. She refused to believe she wouldn't be able to control this craving. She could control her own cravings, for goodness sakes. "And I think, with all the destruction going on outside..." She thought she just heard an explosion down their street. "This is a perfect time for drinking. In moderation, of course." She intended to take a sip of the alcohol, but... ended up taking several right in succession.

Kabuto took another sip of his own drink. "It is a good way to take you mind off of what's been going on today." He finished off his glass all at once, and filled it again, taking a seat at the table. "It's been a rather insane day."

"Insane doesn't even begin to cover it." Shizune downed her glass, holding her glass out to the man for a refill as well. "I had to heal Uriel, the angel, and Jan, the vampire, earlier. And then people started destroying everything and I've just been waiting for the whole city to implode." She took a seat across from the other medic, settling with the alcohol quite well.

"It's hard to say which curse has been the worst so far. They just can't be compared to each other." Kabuto couldn't even taste the alcohol, his body needed it so bad. It just passed his lips to feed the hunger for it. It seemed that Shizune was in the same situation, considering how she had drained her own glass just moments before. He was pretty sure she wasn't a drinker, at all.

The alcohol was... good. It was sating her desire for it, but at the same time, she had given in, and she wanted more. "These curses are all insane. First that whole singing thing, god, I don't even know what I was trying to say. Then the honesty, and the emotional reversal, and now this." Shizune laughed, a bit loudly for her usual self.

"Yes, I don't know if I like this place. It does have a certain appeal, and I can get away from my duties by being here, but..." He trailed off, drinking more instead. He was pacing himself, exorcizing as much self control as he could force himself to. He had some other temptations trying to claw their way out, but he was keeping them in check for now.

"Duties. Oh yes, those..." Shizune downed another glass, helping herself to another refill. "Since Tsunade-sama is here, well, I suppose I could say I should stay here as long as she's here. That's my main job, after all. Doing her paperwork and dragging her out of bars." Another swallow. "I swear, sometimes I think I'm a babysitter." That definitly would not usually by said, even if she did think it.

Kabuto laughed. "My duties weren't like that, I never had to drag Orochimaru sama out of any bar." The very idea was ridiculous, then again Orochimaru was not Tsunade, and he was very thankful for that. He filled his glass again and held out the bottle offering to refill Shizune's. "Still, it really is nice being able to do only the things that I want for a change."

"Agreed." Shizune said, her voice a tad higher in volume. She accepted the refill gratefully, nursing the drink and steadily plowing through them. How many was this now...? She wasn't counting. "Not a lot of worries besides these curses. Like this damn one today." More drinking, another refill.

Kabuto set his drink aside after a few more sips. The other temptations he had been trying to ignore becoming harder and harder to push aside, the drinking was the least of his worries and it wasn't helping. He didn't understand what was wrong with him, these things weren't something he had ever expected to deal with.

"Hnn, calling it quits already, Kabuto?" Shizune laughed. "You're supposed to drink me under the table, or something." The woman laughed again, taking another sip. "Come on, now!"

He smiled at her, feeling almost awkward. "I'm done." More than wanting to drink another glass, he wanted to fill hers again. No that wasn't right either, it would just make what else he wanted to do easier. GAH! He mentally slapped himself. He was not thinking those things. "S..so what kind of missions did you prefer back in our world?"

"I worked mainly hospital shifts. Also medical retrieval." Shizune swirled the liquid in her glass. She finished it, then reached over to take Kabuto's, draining that as well before continuing as she refilled both glasses. "Whether I liked it, I don't know. I didn't have much to compare to it. I'm never assigned to high-risk battle missions, and I'm hardly ever undercover. Last time I was I played a high-class prostitute to help Tsunade-sama get out of gambling debt." Shizune laughed again. "That was... interesting."

Kabuto raised an eyebrow, he would have liked to have seen that... NO, no he wouldn't have. He did like to mess with Shizune but that didnt mean he wanted anything more from her. "My missions were a lot of undercover as well. I did my fair share of fighting though." Briefly he wondered how drunk Shizune was, then stomped on the thought.

"Undercover is right." Shizune smirked. "I hear tell you had everyone at Konoha totally fooled. When I read the reports I was impressed. I can't believe how good you were." Complimenting the enemy. Another thing not usually done. "You're good, to have infiltrated at such a high level." She down another glass, nodding to herself.

Kabuto tried to suppress the thoughts that that smirk brought up, shaking his head to throw them off. "Well, I have been a spy for most of my life." He admitted as much easily, besides, with the way Shizune was drinking, she probably wouldn't remember a thing in the morning... No, his thought weren't going down that path.

"I can tell. You are good, seriously." Another glass. Silences in between sentences were comfortable, since Shizune was drinking. No such thing as awkard paused when drinking... or drunk. "And your medical techniques, ah!" Shizune was gesturing wildly arms going wide from her body as she spoke. "That serverance with my tendons? Gorgeous! Practically painless, and the cut was so smooth!" Praising the person who basically hamstrung you? Also not something Shizune normally did.

Kabuto only half listened as Shizune poured on the praise; he had given up trying to figure out what was wrong with him, and trying to get rid of the thoughts wasn't working so he was just trying to not act on them. It was harder than anything he had ever done before. "Thank you, it was a technique I developed myself. It's very useful, and the only way to counter is to dodge. You are a very good medical ninja yourself, and training under Tsunade sama, I'm sure you are much better than I am." The key was to keep talking.

"Thanks." She smiled. A real smile. Albeit an alcohol induced one. "I'll take your word on that." She sipped, then thought of someting. "Is what the bingo book says your true age? I have a hard time believing you could be that advanced at the listed age. Of course, you could be like, a genius or something, I suppose." A laugh.

"Yes, that's my real age." Kabuto was fidgeting, shifting in his seat, torn between running away, and other things. He couldn't bring himself to do either. What was he going to do? What was the correct thing to do? He couldn't tell anymore, he just knew what he wanted to do and nothing else seemed to matter.

"Then you're a genius." Shizune laughed. "I'm being surpassed by a boy, I can't believe it." Shizune smirked, a mischievious look on her face. "I just realized... you really are just a boy, what are you, like... 21? 22?" She chuckled. "I can't really tell, but it's funny, I'll tell you what."

That was the last straw, he couldn't stop himself anymore. He reached across the table, grabbing Shizune's wrist and pulled her closer to him, pressing his lips to hers. Somewhere in the back of his mind a little, insignificant, voice was telling him that this was a bad idea.

Shizune's eye widened, and although her muscles stiffened, or, tried to, they quickly lost any response, quite limp due to all the alcohol in her system. Not to mention the lowered inhibitions. She finally realized just what was going on. The alcohol had dulled her mind a bit, and it took a moment. She put the palm of her hand on Kabuto's shoulder, pushing back slightly. However, she did not pull away, in fact, their faces were still only an inch apart, her words low. "So you're not a little boy, then, Kabuto?" Her lips quirked into a smile. The situation, which normally would have sent her blood rushing to her face, was being handled quite well thanks to the combination of the curse and alcohol.

Kabuto let a smirk of his own grace his lips before moving in again, that was the only real response he needed to give. He was not a little boy, and he could prove it to her, planned on proving it to her. He had wanted to do this for some time, he realized, today hadn't just messed with him, but brought out something he had hidden from even himself.

She accepted the move, letting him guide her. After all, he was a 'big boy' wasn't he. And this was all about base instincts. She could blame it on the alcohol. She could blame it on the curse. But in the end, she couldn't figure out whether she wanted it or not. Did she secretly want this? Need this? Desire this? Kabuto? But she decidedly put it out of mind and let things continue. She only wondered for a second whether she'd remember it the next morning.