Naruto - Two Leaves, 4:54 pm (Kabuto, Sasuke)
Kabuto and Sasuke, choosing sides without paying enough attention to the game.
Yeah, yeah, 30_evil_deeds.
Two Leaves - 4:54 pm
The trip to the Heaven and Earth Bridge required him to travel overnight, with only two hours during the journey set aside to rest, if he wanted to make it there before noon. Kabuto had spent the last week rearranging his sleeping schedule so that he would be able to make the trip and still be awake for whatever would come after.
He was supposed to leave today, so he'd spent the entire morning and early hours of the afternoon sleeping, having already left a note on his clinic doors yesterday that he was unavailable. He'd only been awake for half an hour when someone knocked on his door.
He knew it wasn't Orochimaru; the man was preoccupied elsewhere, in case Sasori had been foolish or clever enough to send an additional spy to make sure Kabuto wasn't setting him up. The likelihood of that was very low--Kabuto had been extremely careful to conceal how much he hated Sasori, even in the time before the man had inflicted his jutsu on him. He glared at the door before schooling his face back to its usual expression.
It was Sasuke; the teenager had burns on his hands again.
He didn't have time for this; despite everything, he was tense about this mission, and trading the usual verbal barbs with Sasuke--well, the tenseness would be appropriate, but that still didn't mean Kabuto wanted to access it until the trip was at least half-way completed.
Kabuto sighed, then moved over to his dresser and picked up his small ring of keys. He slid the one to his clinic free before turning back around.
Sasuke didn't move his gaze back fast enough--he'd been looking at Kabuto's bed. The cape and hood were lying on it, along with his weapons and medical packs, and the small pouch containing a canteen and some dried jerky.
"Here," Kabuto said, holding out the key with no change in his expression, "the jar of burn cream is in the refrigerator on the back wall."
Sasuke took the key and left.
Kabuto had expected that to be then end of it--there was no way Sasuke would return without making a copy of a key as valuable as that one, which would take an hour or more, and by then Kabuto would be gone--so he was surprised and further irritated at the knock on the door twelve minutes later.
This time he dropped the hood and accessories into his closet and slid the door shut, before answering Sasuke.
"I'm going to need more of this," Sasuke said, as he rudely pushed the door open further and entered, making his way over to the chair. Kabuto narrowed his eyes, not quite closing them, and counted to two. "I'm almost out."
That made him pause--there had been half a jar left the last time he treated Sasuke, and the only part of the teenager that was burnt was his hands. That wouldn't have taken half a jar.
"Ah," Kabuto said, closing his door and walking over. Sasuke set the jar down on the desk, and he picked it up a moment later--it really was nearly empty.
The shape of the indents on the cream inside looked like Sasuke had scooped out at least two handfuls, which was far more than the amount actually on his hands.
"I'll get to it when I have the time free," Kabuto said, setting the jar back down and resting his hand on the desk. "Hopefully you won't burn yourself further until then."
"Hn," Sasuke muttered, and tapped his finger on the arm of the chair briefly. A few moments later, when Kabuto didn't speak and didn't move, he stood. He made his way back to the door, this time very nearly concealing the glance he cast at the bed. Kabuto moved the jar off the book it had been on.
"Orochimaru-sama's by the west exit," Sasuke said, abruptly.
"Did he ask to see me?" Kabuto questioned.
"No," Sasuke replied, and this time Kabuto turned and really looked at him. The teenager had his hand resting on the doorknob, and his back mostly to him. "In case you had anything to say to him. About the salve."
Kabuto stared at him for a long moment, and had to consciously keep down the impulse to let the corners of his mouth curl up.
"Hm," he replied. "I see."
Sasuke's fingers tensed slightly against the doorknob, but Kabuto had let his voice sound a touch more thankful than neutral; Sasuke opened the door and left without further comment.
Kabuto retrieved his things from the closet and began strapping on his weapons.
Doesn't mean I like you prefer you alive or anything.
Yeah, yeah, 30_evil_deeds.
Two Leaves - 4:54 pm
The trip to the Heaven and Earth Bridge required him to travel overnight, with only two hours during the journey set aside to rest, if he wanted to make it there before noon. Kabuto had spent the last week rearranging his sleeping schedule so that he would be able to make the trip and still be awake for whatever would come after.
He was supposed to leave today, so he'd spent the entire morning and early hours of the afternoon sleeping, having already left a note on his clinic doors yesterday that he was unavailable. He'd only been awake for half an hour when someone knocked on his door.
He knew it wasn't Orochimaru; the man was preoccupied elsewhere, in case Sasori had been foolish or clever enough to send an additional spy to make sure Kabuto wasn't setting him up. The likelihood of that was very low--Kabuto had been extremely careful to conceal how much he hated Sasori, even in the time before the man had inflicted his jutsu on him. He glared at the door before schooling his face back to its usual expression.
It was Sasuke; the teenager had burns on his hands again.
He didn't have time for this; despite everything, he was tense about this mission, and trading the usual verbal barbs with Sasuke--well, the tenseness would be appropriate, but that still didn't mean Kabuto wanted to access it until the trip was at least half-way completed.
Kabuto sighed, then moved over to his dresser and picked up his small ring of keys. He slid the one to his clinic free before turning back around.
Sasuke didn't move his gaze back fast enough--he'd been looking at Kabuto's bed. The cape and hood were lying on it, along with his weapons and medical packs, and the small pouch containing a canteen and some dried jerky.
"Here," Kabuto said, holding out the key with no change in his expression, "the jar of burn cream is in the refrigerator on the back wall."
Sasuke took the key and left.
Kabuto had expected that to be then end of it--there was no way Sasuke would return without making a copy of a key as valuable as that one, which would take an hour or more, and by then Kabuto would be gone--so he was surprised and further irritated at the knock on the door twelve minutes later.
This time he dropped the hood and accessories into his closet and slid the door shut, before answering Sasuke.
"I'm going to need more of this," Sasuke said, as he rudely pushed the door open further and entered, making his way over to the chair. Kabuto narrowed his eyes, not quite closing them, and counted to two. "I'm almost out."
That made him pause--there had been half a jar left the last time he treated Sasuke, and the only part of the teenager that was burnt was his hands. That wouldn't have taken half a jar.
"Ah," Kabuto said, closing his door and walking over. Sasuke set the jar down on the desk, and he picked it up a moment later--it really was nearly empty.
The shape of the indents on the cream inside looked like Sasuke had scooped out at least two handfuls, which was far more than the amount actually on his hands.
"I'll get to it when I have the time free," Kabuto said, setting the jar back down and resting his hand on the desk. "Hopefully you won't burn yourself further until then."
"Hn," Sasuke muttered, and tapped his finger on the arm of the chair briefly. A few moments later, when Kabuto didn't speak and didn't move, he stood. He made his way back to the door, this time very nearly concealing the glance he cast at the bed. Kabuto moved the jar off the book it had been on.
"Orochimaru-sama's by the west exit," Sasuke said, abruptly.
"Did he ask to see me?" Kabuto questioned.
"No," Sasuke replied, and this time Kabuto turned and really looked at him. The teenager had his hand resting on the doorknob, and his back mostly to him. "In case you had anything to say to him. About the salve."
Kabuto stared at him for a long moment, and had to consciously keep down the impulse to let the corners of his mouth curl up.
"Hm," he replied. "I see."
Sasuke's fingers tensed slightly against the doorknob, but Kabuto had let his voice sound a touch more thankful than neutral; Sasuke opened the door and left without further comment.
Kabuto retrieved his things from the closet and began strapping on his weapons.
Doesn't mean I like you prefer you alive or anything.