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chuunin_archiveTitle: Bloodwork
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des_butterflyGenre: drabble
Pairings: Kabuto/Kimimaro if you squint, Orochimaru/Kimimaro
Rating: PG
Summary: Kimimaro gets his weekly examination by Kabuto.
The walls above him are white.
Kimimaro concentrates on spiraling into the whiteness while Kabuto carefully strokes the vein in his arm. When the needle slides in, Kimimaro has to count cracks in the ceiling and he feels silly for doing so.
It’s strange how Orochimaru-sama could slice his skin a thousand times and not produce the same sinking feeling that Kabuto’s cold thin needle induces in him. Kimimaro understands cuts and blood seeping from wounds like dark wine, and tasting of pain and metal. The small, indifferent puncture each week into skin, and veins, and bone while Kabuto smiles and slowly taps his fingers on each blue web on his pale skin is something that is harder for Kimimaro to grasp.
When Kabuto is finished storing pieces of Kimimaro in vials and jars, he tells him that he is free to go, and Kimimaro swings his legs off the cold steel table and tries not to notice how the walls seem to close in on him. The dizziness always fades eventually, and it is easy to shrug Kabuto’s heavy hand from his shoulder, push his body far enough away that Kimimaro doesn’t feel like he is drowning in closeness.
When Kimimaro stumbles to the door, followed by Kabuto’s calculating gaze, he reminds himself that this is for Orochimaru-sama and looks forward to his visit with his master later in the evening.
Because giving his body away wholly cannot possibly hurt as much as giving it away piece by piece.
Fin.
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and this one:
Title: Cursed
Author:
des_butterflyGenre: drabble, AU crack
Pairings: Sasuke/everyone in Sound if you squint or have a dirty mind (like me)
Rating: PG
Summary: The first time his curse seal acts up while he's in Sound, it takes Sasuke by surprise.
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The first time Sasuke’s seal acts up in Sound it takes him by surprise.
His knees buckle under a wave of almost crippling pain, and he bites through his bottom lip trying not to scream. Tayuya is triumphant until she realizes that it is not her attack which has brought the Uchiha avenger to his knees, but a not-so-subtle reminder left by their master. Then she is just annoyed and hauls Sasuke off to Kabuto for monitoring before leaving to find another sparring partner.
In the night, Sasuke feels the cool weight of a damp rag placed over his burning eyes and forehead and tries desperately not to retch. When he regains enough of himself to open his eyes, he wonders whether he is disappointed or relieved to find that it is Kabuto and not Sakura placing and replacing the wet cloth with gentle fingers that smooth through his sweat-dampened hair.
When Sasuke wakes again, it is to Orochimaru’s strange slit eyes and a bone-white hand gripping his chin, forcing his head back and to the side. Sasuke feels something slide against his too-warm skin, tracing the faintly glowing marks of the curse seal which are slowly spreading across his neck and chest. He shivers and tells himself that it’s the fever’s doing.
“Don’t worry Sasuke-kun,” Orochimaru soothes, and Sasuke hates being talked to as if he is a child, “it will be over soon.”
Sasuke opens eyes he doesn’t remember closing and finds that everything is bathed in a sea of red.
‘Nothing’s ever over.’
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