Standard disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of the Naruto characters. They are created by Masashi Kishimoto and this author had not part in the creation and ownership of characters used in this story. I am not using this for profit in any way, shape or form...I think that covers everything.

His head, his shoulders, his arms, his back, his abdomen, his legs…especially his legs…hurt like hell…well not hell exactly: he would right now be willing to sell his thirst for revenge if he could trade this pain for hell's flames. He was too tired to stand... but lying down was not the best option either. Contact with anything burned at him. Mentally he weighed his options and decided just to sink down onto the bed and hope that death came swiftly. Sweat drops managed to painfully tear themselves from his pores and splatter onto the rather strange smelling, sickly green sheets. Damn…when was the last time I cleaned this place? And it's too damn hot…I'll be glad to get away from here…

Footsteps sounded in the corridor outside and a soft tap on the door announced dinner. The Uchiha winced. The knocking felt like someone had just taken a shuriken and was repeatedly bashing his brains in. "Just leave it there…" he growled softly. There was another quiet noise as the plate was put down and the figure walked away. Should I go for the food? Like hell…I'm not going to get up. Should have asked him to bring it inside. Then again, I don't really want anyone to see me like this. I should eat. I'll need the energy. To hell with it all. I'm just going to lie here. If I'm lucky they'll find my body before it starts to decay. So…damn…tired…


"Enter." Orochimaru glanced up briefly as Kabuto entered with his dinner. "Just put it down somewhere. I'll get to it in a minute. Incidentally Kabuto-kun, you are released from your regular duties for the rest of the evening."

"Thank you sir. Training went well?"

Orochimaru chuckled. "Better than I hoped. He has matured quite quickly. Unfortunately training will be canceled for the next few days. It would seem that in my excitement I got a little carried away. Sasuke-koi seemed to be in quite a bit of pain when we returned. Oh, before I forget, another of the subjects has developed…interesting abilities. Apparently he has acute hearing that can pick up sounds from a mile or two away and can focus on a single particular sound. I want to test the full range in the morning. Be prepared to begin at sun-up."

Kabuto bowed and left.


Back in the hall he lost himself in thought.

Sasuke-KOI? Does he want Sasuke-kun as a container or as a sex toy? What will he do when he is IN Sasuke-kun's body? Kabuto shook his head as if to remove the unhealthy thoughts. As if inhabited by individual wills, his feet took him back along the corridor to the Uchiha's room. Sasuke-kun is injured. So what? He's been injured before…and he didn't come to the medical center. That means that his injuries weren't all that serious. I really don't need to check up on him…right? He found himself standing outside the young Uchiha's door. He hesitated, knowing exactly how cranky the boy could be when his rest was interrupted. Kabuto's foot accidentally kicked something. The plate tipped over, spilling its contents across the drab gray of the hall. He didn't come for his dinner? The sound Nin sighed. It's now or never… He shoved open the door and stepped in.

No fire jutsu or glaring Sharingan greeted him. In fact, the boy didn't even stir. Cautiously, the silver-haired boy approached the bed. "Sasuke-kun?" No answer. He noticed the reddened skin. First degree burns…possibly second degree in some areas. Purple swelling around ankles and shoulder joints…could be dislocated. Don't like the coloring and angle of that wrist: bet it's broken. Minimal blood in the hair…definitely a head injury, most likely just a large swelling that cracked slightly. If it was a direct wound it would be bleeding more profusely. He's got a thick skull … Kabuto gently pried open the unconscious boy's eyes and sighed in relief. No concussion. I probably should treat him…even though he stubbornly insists to take care of his own injuries. He's not going to be happy when he wakes up. Kabuto glanced around the room in distaste. "This is disgusting…" he muttered. "I'm not working in a dump like this." Somewhere in the back of his mind he could hear Orochimaru's voice call him spoiled. "I'll have to move him…at least it will protect him from Orochimaru-sama until he can defend himself…"

With his mind made up, the older boy managed to roll Sasuke over and pick him up bridal-style. The Uchiha was almost as tall as Kabuto himself. Slowly, the dark eyes cracked open.

"W-what the hell…K-Kabuto?" His eyes closed once more and his head fell towards the medic's shoulder. Silently Kabuto thanked Kami-sama for small mercies. With the younger boy's forehead resting on his neck, Kabuto carried him out of the revolting hellhole he called a room. Silently he made a note to have the servants burn all the linen while the Avenger was asleep. Sasuke moaned quietly. Damn Orochimaru-sama, what the hell did you do to him?


It was the comfortable coolness that woke him. All over his body his screaming skin relaxed beneath the water. WATER? His eyes shot open, and sure enough, he sat in a bathtub filled with water…and from the smell of it, healing herbs. Where the hell was he?

He glanced to the side in time to see a silver-haired young man shove a load of blue and white clothes into a furnace. The Uchiha fan cackled in the flames.


"Oh, you're awake." Sasuke sunk further down in the water.

"Answer me, damn it!"

"They were filthy. And I'm almost sure I saw fleas. I understand that revenge is your top priority, but hygiene shouldn't have to suffer. Are you feeling better?"

Sasuke scowled, but its effects were downsized by the fact the he was desperately trying to hide his naked form. "Let's see, I fell unconscious in my own room, fully dressed. I wake up in someone else's room, completely naked, and see them burning my clothes. NO I'M NOT ALRIGHT DAMN IT!" Kabuto ignored him. "Damn you! You mean to tell me that you went poking around my body while I was out cold? Are you gay or something?" The older boy's glasses shimmered in the light.

"I might be, I might not. Do you have a problem with homosexuals Sasuke-kun?"

"Only the ones that strip me while I'm unconscious." The medic chuckled. Frankly, Sasuke didn't see what was so funny.

"Rest assured then Sasuke-kun. I'm not gay. If anything, I'd be asexual."

"You're joking…"

"Nope, did it myself." He tossed up a scalpel and caught it. "You had first and second degree burns, thus the burn bath. You dislocated a few joints, quite an impressive number of bruises I might add. You've a nasty bump on your head, nothing to worry about just don't mess with it. And lucky for you, your wrist isn't broken, just badly sprained. Orochimaru-sama has a disturbing habit of leaving his students wishing he had just raped them and dumped their bodies. You're on pain medicine right now but it should wear off in a few hours. I can't risk a stronger one without knowing if you have any allergies, so you'll just have to deal with it." He handed Sasuke a bottle. "Since you're too squeamish to let me put this on for you, you'll have to do it yourself. It will work with the water."

"Tell me something, is there any reason why this had to be done in your room? Last time I checked, we had a medical center."

"Much too risky Sasuke-kun. That'd be the first place he'd look for you. You really think Orochimaru-sama would pass up a chance to have his Sasuke-koi completely helpless? You might not like what he would do…seeing as though you already said you hated gay men who undressed you while you were asleep." Kabuto waited for a few seconds. "Well?"

"Well what?"

"Aren't you going to thank me for saving your virginity?"

"Go to hell, pervert." Sasuke ignored him and set about applying the cream to the more painful of the injuries. "Stop staring at me."

"Sorry, you remind me of my little brother. He was killed in the war…"

If there was even an ounce of chakra left in his body, he would have activated the Sharingan. As it was, he had to settle for a tired glare. "I am not your brother."

The medic shrugged. "Whatever. Hurry up with that." He gestured to a white hakama. "When you're done, get out and get dressed."

"I. Am. Not. Wearing. Your. Clothes."

"Suit yourself. I did burn your clothes, you know. If you really want to run around naked, it's not my problem."

"Get me a change of clothes from my room."

"Sorry Sasuke-dono, but those were burnt too. Even your clean clothes smelled."

"WHAT!" Only the pain medicine's sedating effect kept him from leaping at the medic's throat, naked or not. "You BURNT…."

"Yes. Are you finished now?" Water splashed over the sides of the wooden tub as the black-haired boy childishly crossed his arms.

"I'm not getting out if you're in here."

Kabuto sighed. "Brat. I'm a medic nin…you don't have anything I haven't seen before. In fact, I'll tell you, I've seen much better looking than yours."


"Brat…" He slammed the door for good measure. Under normal circumstances he would have been a bit more wary of the Sharingan user…but this wasn't exactly normal. Soon enough the doorknob turned, and an unsteady Sasuke tottered out, actually wearing the hakama. Kabuto noted that the boy also went rifling through his drawer and stole a shirt. "Where exactly are you going?"

"My room." Sasuke deadpanned.

" 'fraid that's not possible. It's being fumigated."

"…I will kill you once I can see straight."

"The Aburame clan would be terrified of that room Sasuke-dono. You will have to stay here since no other rooms are available…of course if you want to stay with Orochimaru-sama, it's fine with me."


"I told you, any interest I have in you would be purely fraternal."

Sasuke's eye's bulged. "I AM NOT YOUR BROTHER…" he winced as the noise accosted his aching head.

"Whatever. I wouldn't do that too often. You'll give yourself a migraine." The Avenger found himself unable to pull away as the medic pulled him back into the room, his strength sapped from training. "If it makes you feel any better I'll sleep on the floor. I'd put you there but it'd only make things worse. Get some rest." Kabuto pulled a pillow and spare sheet out of a closet and set it up by the door.

"Oi Kabuto, why is your room so…feminine?"

Kabuto scowled. "Its not feminine. If it had pink or rainbows or a princess bed or pictures of horses then I'd say it was feminine. This is merely clean and furnished. Its called comfort, Sasuke-dono. I don't hoard every cent I get, unlike you."



Sasuke closed his eyes and tried to relax in the large, soft bed. Maybe his room could use a little airing out…and a new mattress. The large blanket hugged him close. Yes…he could definitely get used to this kind of comfort. Maybe he should use some of his money…

He shuddered with a sense of unease. He opened one eye and found Kabuto staring at him from across the room.


"Just thinking…why do you remind me so much of Denai? You don't look anything alike…"

"I'm not your brother!"


Sasuke rolled over and wrapped himself in the blanket. "Damn pervert…"


Orochimaru smirked at his student. "Sasuke-kun! Haven't seen you around. Where have you been hiding?" Sasuke managed to keep his curiosity out of his face. I thought Kabuto told Orochimaru everything!

"Recuperating. Had to find another room for a few days." He glared over at Kabuto. "SOMEBODY decided to fumigate my room while I was unconscious."

"Kabuto-kun tends to be a bit…spoiled. He's more than slightly obsessive." The medic chose to ignore both men.

"Orochimaru-sensei, I need another day. It appears all my clothes were…burnt. I need new ones."

Orochimaru gave his consent and the Uchiha left.

"So Kabuto-kun…where did you hide him?"

Kabuto looked up, an expression of innocence plastered across his face. "Orochimaru-sama, I was just following your orders. You did tell me to see to his well-being, right?"

"You fumigated his room?"

"There was something living it…several somethings in fact." He shuddered. "It couldn't be healthy."

"And his clothes?"

"Orochimaru-sama…one of them moved…on its own…"

"Ah my Kabuto-kun, I have spoiled you. Let me tell you a little something about Sasuke-koi. You see, I expected this. He has been a loner for a good part of his life, but his nature is one that seeks…proximity. When he was younger it was his brother. Then the brat Uzumaki became a sort of replacement brother. Now there's you. But tell me, you wouldn't happen to be trying to steal Sasuke-koi, would you?"

"No sir, he merely reminds me of my brother."


"Don't you think you've caused enough damage?"

Kabuto shook his head. "I have to make sure you don't fill your room with garbage…" He looked around. Apparently Sasuke had decided not to go with the mere necessities this time. There was even a rug on the floor and blankets on the bed. "Much better." Something caught his eye and a small black dot scurried for cover. It wasn't fast enough. Instantly Kabuto was on top of it. He whipped out a can of insecticide he had brought with him (just in case) and emptied the whole bottle on the offending cockroach.

"Damn…you…you couldn't just…step on it…"

He ignored the boy. "Alright, this room is suitable. You'll have to air it out before you can sleep here tonight. By the way, I want my clothes back."


For the first time in two days, Kabuto had his room to himself. It was much too late to go on a cleaning frenzy, so he had to make do with his bed smelling like Sasuke. It wasn't an unpleasant smell…but it was strange. And quite frankly, Kabuto despised having his room smell of someone else. The boy rolled over. Then rolled over again. Damn, everything was so uncomfortable. So he was spoiled, so what?

He sat up with a sigh. He wasn't going to get much sleep tonight. His ears picked up a muffled cry. Sasuke…his room was just down the hall. He was having another nightmare…damn, as if it wasn't already hard enough to sleep, the brat had to be making noise too? Kabuto pulled the pillow over his head but it did little other than smother him with the scent of Sasuke and the shampoo he had used to get the blood out of the unconscious boy's dark hair.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it." He sat up. He'd have to do something.


Sasuke was finally able to tear himself out of the terror of dreams. Slowly he awoke to find himself wrapped in strong arms. Itachi…Itachi always comforted me when I had nightmares…no. Itachi killed everyone. I hate him. Then who the hell is this?

"Kabuto, if that's you I swear I'll kill you."

"Sorry Sasuke-dono. I can't sleep with all the noise you were making in here. I had to do something and you would neither shut up nor wake up. At least this way you were quiet."

Sasuke shoved him away. "Don't touch me, pervert."

"Too damn late, brat." It was then Sasuke noticed the bandage on his forehead. Kabuto saw his questioning look. "You clawed yourself in your sleep. I guess it's a reaction to the medicine I gave you. It's pretty common for sedatives to affect dreams. You alright?"

"Fine." Sasuke muttered and plopped back down. "Get out of my room." He heard no retreating footsteps. He was about to hurl a kunai when he felt a sharp poke in his ribs. ""

"Move over."

"WHAT?" He growled.

"Come on brat, move over. You'll go back to sleep and have nightmares from the sedatives. You'll make a hell of a lot of noise and I'll be awake all night listening to you." He poked him again, causing him to shift slightly. "I used to do this all the time when my brother was scared…"

"One: I'm NOT scared. Two: I'm Not Your Little Brother." Kabuto squeezed in next to him and he was forced to roll over.

"Whatever." He settled down and pulled his sheet over himself.

"I will kill you…in the morning." Sasuke yawned.

"Shut up and sleep brat."

"Stop treating me like your little brother!"

"SLEEP BRAT!" Sasuke grumbled, much too weary to kill the medic now. He'd wait 'til morning. He gripped his kunai under his pillow and smirked sadistically. Yesss…morning…

"Damn pervert…" Sasuke drifted off to sedative-induced sleep, thinking of all the ways he could kill the boy whose back his forehead now rested on.

Kabuto heard when the younger boy's breathing became even and felt the head against his back. This time, no nightmares tormented the Uchiha. When this drug wears off he'll try to kill me. Wonder where I can find memory adjusting herbs? Soon the medic also began to drift to sleep. The last thing he remembered was glancing over his shoulder at the sleeping boy.