[Thread] All I'm Living For [In Progress]
Characters: Orochimaru (atractaspis) and Kimimaro (slaveofanarchy)
Date: May 17th
Location: Tayuya's house
Rating/Warnings: Orochimaru. :|
Summary: Orochimaru pays Kimimaro a visit, for a routine check-up.
He was nervous.
His current residence was empty save for his own presence, because Tayuya had been going out more frequently, and it wasn't in Kimimaro's nature to ask - or care - after her whereabouts. And so the house was silent, deadening as the crushing weight of endless amounts of dirt and concrete seemed to breathe around him. The Underground was vast, cavernous, but one could never quite forget that they were below the earth, just a quake or a simple mistake away from being buried alive. Most, however, simply chose to ignore that little fact. They had been living with the knowledge of their constant danger for centuries now - tactful forgetfulness had been ingrained into most of their skulls by now, and though Kimimaro wasn't a native Undergrounder, he had practically been raised in the place.
The only thing to break up the silence of the day - for midday it was, by the flicker of the lamplights outside - was the constant whir and buzz of machinery filling the silent void of the Kaguya's room. He winced at every inhale, coughed at every exhale, and no matter how hard he willed it, he simply couldn't force his body to heal itself by willpower alone.
His current position laid out on the bed, failing body prone and helpless, hooked up to the monitors that crowded his room, was nothing more than a shameful display of his body's failure - his failure - and so Kimimaro was nervous.
Very nervous.
It was his last check-up before his move to the surface, and any minute now Orochimaru - his Lord, his savior, his god - would walk through the door and lay disapproving eyes on his frail body. It was a betrayal, and a cruel twist of fate, for him - Kaguya Kimimaro - to be taken into the care of such an indulging man, to be trained and taught and molded into a beautiful weapon, and for his body to stop functioning; for his lungs to revolt, and his health to veritably spit in the face of the man who had saved him from himself.
It pained Kimimaro to think of how worthless he had become, and so the thought of Orochimaru seeing him in such a state of weakness was nerve wracking.
But unavoidable.
So he waited, eyes closed, breathing as even as he could possibly get it. He may have been in pain, but the least he could do for his Master would be to suck it up and ignore it.
Date: May 17th
Location: Tayuya's house
Rating/Warnings: Orochimaru. :|
Summary: Orochimaru pays Kimimaro a visit, for a routine check-up.
He was nervous.
His current residence was empty save for his own presence, because Tayuya had been going out more frequently, and it wasn't in Kimimaro's nature to ask - or care - after her whereabouts. And so the house was silent, deadening as the crushing weight of endless amounts of dirt and concrete seemed to breathe around him. The Underground was vast, cavernous, but one could never quite forget that they were below the earth, just a quake or a simple mistake away from being buried alive. Most, however, simply chose to ignore that little fact. They had been living with the knowledge of their constant danger for centuries now - tactful forgetfulness had been ingrained into most of their skulls by now, and though Kimimaro wasn't a native Undergrounder, he had practically been raised in the place.
The only thing to break up the silence of the day - for midday it was, by the flicker of the lamplights outside - was the constant whir and buzz of machinery filling the silent void of the Kaguya's room. He winced at every inhale, coughed at every exhale, and no matter how hard he willed it, he simply couldn't force his body to heal itself by willpower alone.
His current position laid out on the bed, failing body prone and helpless, hooked up to the monitors that crowded his room, was nothing more than a shameful display of his body's failure - his failure - and so Kimimaro was nervous.
Very nervous.
It was his last check-up before his move to the surface, and any minute now Orochimaru - his Lord, his savior, his god - would walk through the door and lay disapproving eyes on his frail body. It was a betrayal, and a cruel twist of fate, for him - Kaguya Kimimaro - to be taken into the care of such an indulging man, to be trained and taught and molded into a beautiful weapon, and for his body to stop functioning; for his lungs to revolt, and his health to veritably spit in the face of the man who had saved him from himself.
It pained Kimimaro to think of how worthless he had become, and so the thought of Orochimaru seeing him in such a state of weakness was nerve wracking.
But unavoidable.
So he waited, eyes closed, breathing as even as he could possibly get it. He may have been in pain, but the least he could do for his Master would be to suck it up and ignore it.