Claire woke up in her room just like before, with little idea of how she actually got there. This time, though, she noticed something different about the room. There was another young woman, a blond, sleeping in a bed across from her. Before questioning that, though, she made sure to hide the items she'd gotten that night in her closet, shutting
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Sighing, he sat on the bed and considered the words of the doctor. In all seriousness, a Chapel sounded lovely. Calming. But that might not be the case in this place. Either way, he figured there was no way Takaya would go to the Chapel, even if the Head Doctor was taunting his 'patients' over the place. It was better that they be in as many places as possible...
When his nurse came in, Naoe asked her to lead him to the Chapel and when he entered he took a seat in the back and to the side, wanting to watch but not participate. At least the room was lovely, but the lack of figures and symbols did not escape him.
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Striding over to the man from last night, Sasuke sat and glared at his nurse until she left, pasted-on smile never escaping her face.
"Did you get to keep what you found, too?" He asked, skipping pleasantries for business, as usual.
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Kagetora was not a friend but saying 'for the man that I've been obsessed with for a few centuries and who loves to torture me and who is currently in the body of a high school boy not much older than yourself who hates me because I nearly attempted to rape him in a hotel room last summer and who doesn't remember the centuries we've spent together because of something horrible I did to him thirty years ago causing him to lock his memories of his real existence' just seemed a little too complicated. Plus it was giving away too much. Naoe had grown to respect the boy last night, but that didn't mean that he trusted him ( ... )
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"I also thought it was strange," he said, pitching his voice low despite the surrounding murmur. "They're moving us somehow, but they're not taking anything away. It's like they want us armed."
The thought was troubling. It could mean a lot of things, none of them good. Sasuke was forcibly reminded of Orochimaru's experiments, locked away in underground cages and forced to fight to the death in order to live.
Shrugging off the eerily apt comparison, he turned to scrutinize the man again.
"Last night, you used something," he said, trying to explain it with a vague hand gesture reminiscent of the one Yoskiaki had used when he'd glowed blue. "That light. What was it?"
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"Of course," he said in response to Yoskiaki's request. He saw no reason to mention it, anyway. Mostly, he wanted to know if it was a sort of chakra. "Do you know anything about chakra?"
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He turned to the boy, smiling slightly. "Does it work differently where you are from?"
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"The basic structure sounds the same," he said. "But it is used differently. We channel it and use it to fight. I thought that what you did -- what made you glow -- might have been a chakra technique the way we use it."
He paused, and then added, "Is it possible to learn or obtain the power that you used?"
If it was difficult to acquire or somehow forbidden, it would be a simple matter to learn. Sasuke had no qualms with forbidden power. If it was limited to Yoskiaki's 'world,' it would be troublesome. Or if Yoskiaki wasn't willing to teach it.
Sasuke leaned back in the pew and glanced at the stained glass windows, discreetly surveying the room. A few more people of interest had entered -- Naruto looked injured, too; were those two entirely useless? -- but this conversation was more compelling. His stance was casual, indicating that the question was meant lightly and could be easily refused.
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He peered curiously at the boy, wondering if he came from a place that allowed him to believe in evil spirits. He had no qualms about telling the boy this very limited amount of what his real 'job' was.
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"So they've limited your powers, too," he said, and frowned. "Yet they let us keep our weapons and let us out at night. This setup makes little sense."
Unless Sasuke stopped ignoring persistent visions of Orochimaru's dungeons.
He glanced expectantly at Yoskiaki. Sasuke wasn't above asking for an opinion from someone he deemed capable.
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Naoe was not above using 'dog' as an analogy of himself. He was, after all, Kagetora's faithful and loving pet, his dog. Hate swelled inside of him, hatred towards his Master and hatred towards the people behind this place. He didn't show it though, if he could spend an entire summer alone with Takaya and only attack him once, at the end when the boy wouldn't stop bringing up that woman then he could discuss the possible intentions of this so-called hospital with Sasuke without seeming anything but calm and thoughtful. A fitting demeanor for a chapel ( ... )
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"Why do you think someone would do this?" He asked, finally. "I know -- of someone who performed a similar experiment, but he was just interested in strength."
There was a minute hesitation before the preposition. It was probably best to distance himself from Orochimaru and his habits for the moment, given their present situation.
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He trailed off as he considered this. These people, because Naoe had no doubts that the ones in control of this place were just human beings, no matter how powerful, had a sadism that even exceeded Kagetora's. At least Naoe's Master always did things for a reason, at least most of the time.
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"I'm more concerned that it might be for research," he said after a pause. He couldn't allow himself to feel. Naruto's presence was bad enough. "I'm pretty convinced that they run experiments on us."
Judging by what he'd been able to untangle from his 'therapy' with Muraki, at any rate.
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