Disclaimer: I do not own the characters nor the abilities or whatever from the original work "Naruto" by Masashi Kishimoto. I just like creating ridiculous situations and trying to grasp at a time in "Naruto" when I wasn't immensely disappointed with the series.

Deep Blue Something

:thisisalinebreak:

The first time Kabuto had let her into the lab, Sakura had watched for an opportunity. Any opportunity to escape or to send out a summons to inform Konoha of her whereabouts. She'd watched as he led her through the dark, stone corridors from the room in which she'd spent her first three weeks of captivity. The time had been spent very routinely without much conversation between the two nin and she still had to idea as to why exactly he'd bothered to take her.

Kabuto was meticulous, she'd discovered, and he must have been planning to abduct her for a while. This realization was particularly horrifying because Kabuto was a medic and if there was one attribute Sakura knew the best medics could boast, it was thorough preparedness. And Kabuto, despite his aims and who he had pledged himself to, was one of the best medics Sakura had ever met in her career as a ninja. It followed that opportunities would be few if not entirely nonexistent.

What she saw in the lab was pure terror. Despite the fact that much of the equipment was similar to Sakura's own lab in Konoha, the experiments weren't much more than dismemberment and violations of every ethic Sakura had ever held dear. Off to the side of the lab was a large tank that Kabuto had immediately covered by drawing the curtains shut.

"Don't mind him. He's a little sore about his new body, so he complains a lot," Kabuto gave her an eerie smile. "I'll show you to where you'll be working, Sakura-chan."

She focused on his back as they walked, unwilling to see any of the awful experiments lining the shelves and surfaces of the lab. From the corner of her eye, she caught something grotesque and twisted and her feet rooted in place. A chill crept its way up her spine and she gasped, unable to look away.

Kabuto turned and looked from her to the sample in the jar. "Yes…that experiment was particularly gruesome. I'll remove it from the lab once you're situated."

Sakura didn't register when he gently grabbed her forearm and pulled her away past the experiments and through a tiny door at the back of the lab. Behind the door, was a white room that actually looked sanitary and much like a lab she would've seen in the Konoha hospital.

Shaking her head to clear the remaining disgust, she took in the lab, "So, it's poisons. You want me to develop poisons for Orochimaru. You know I won't―"

"Wrong, Sakura-chan. I'm aware that the last thing you would be interested in is helping Orochimaru," he gestured her to take a seat at the desk in the corner of the room, "thus, you may conduct independent research. There will be times that I will ask for a second opinion, but largely, I will only expect you to work on cures."

"What's going to stop me from developing a poison to use on you?"

Kabuto smirked, "Much like the room, with your chakra limited and the defenses already in place to keep experiments from leaving, I can assure you that escape is both unwise and impossible."

The medic let herself fall forward against the sterilized surface of the desk, "This would be so much easier if I knew what you wanted from me, damn you."

The silver-haired man shrugged and pushed up his glasses before facing the door, "I'm going to be cleaning out some of the more disgusting things from the other room, so I suggest staying in here for now."

"…never gives me any kind of answer…" she murmured as he left with his smirk fully in place.

With the other medic gone, Sakura decided to take a look around, in case there was something that would aid her escape. Excepting a few scalpels, the equipment was ultimately ineffective and she turned to the desk, hoping for better results. The top drawer was stuck and Sakura huffed. The desk didn't look old enough to be rusted shut but it didn't matter all that much to Haruno Sakura whose base strength was more than enough to rip a door from its hinges.

Bracing her hip against the desk, she took hold of the corners of the drawer and pulled. Slowly, it began to creak and give and soon it flew from its place and she caught it before it and its contents clattered to the floor. After setting the drawer on top of the desk, she searched within and discovered that the drawer also was largely uninteresting, filled with pens and a lone piece of folded paper. She took the paper and stuck it in her pocket and then replaced the drawer in the desk.

She was startled when the door opened and Kabuto stuck his head in with a smirk, "This seems like it will take multiple days to clean, so we'll head back to our room now."

:thisisalinebreak:

As per usual, when Kabuto brought dinner they ate in complete silence. He believed was a vast improvement from her glaring a hole into his shoulder as she had done the first week after he'd brought her to the base. He'd only caught her once contemplating his neck, as though she wanted nothing more to throttle the life out of him, but she'd quickly looked away once she'd noticed that he was awake.

They had had trouble sharing a bed too. As ninja, it was always a challenge to sleep with an imminent threat never mind only a foot away. The first few nights after regaining the full use of her body she'd tried to sleep as far away from him as she possibly could and had subsequently fallen off each time. He'd tried ineffectively to stifle his laughter each time and she'd glared at him from her place on the floor before climbing back on and turning to face the other direction with her arms crossed.

Although he'd intended to take her for a while, he hadn't expected her to be quite so endearing. Haruno Sakura was certainly something. Of course, he'd already known that. Even when he'd briefly known her as a Genin, he'd determined she wouldn't be completely worthless and he would chalk up her weakness to a poor teacher and condescending teammate. And sure enough, the Sakura he'd abducted and the Sakura he'd met in the Forest of Death had been entirely different people.

Even as they ate and she avoided eye contact with him, he gazed steadily at the younger medic. She glanced back to him and immediately averted her eyes, "What're you looking at?" she asked gruffly.

"Oh, nothing."

"Well, stop."

Kabuto put down his fork and knife, leaning back in his seat. He took a deep breath, "We'll eventually talk."

Sakura also put down her utensils and leaned forward, staring directly at him, "No, we won't. I have no interest in anything you have to say."

"What about your sense of curiosity, Sakura?" he smirked, "I'm sure you're dying to know why you're here."

"Not particularly," she sighed, standing up and walking toward the bathroom. She looked over her shoulder, "As long as you keep to your side of the bed, I won't have to kick your sorry ass."

When the door shut behind her, Kabuto's smirk twisted and his shoulders began to shake as he laughed. She was interesting! Superb! She had threatened a man that had already completely stripped away her freedom and had taken her away from her friends, family, and village. He had never intended to break her and he was pleased that she refused to let her situation lessen her. She was commanding respect and forcing him to her level.

And he couldn't say that he didn't enjoy it.

~Até Logo~

Heyo!

So, so, so. I actually got this out pretty quickly.

Quickly by my standards, anyway. But I did have classes and stuff though. Y'know, finishing my second year of college and all.

Allowing time for quality control is nice.

Thanks to the reviewers from chapter one! The guest that reviewed though…I was confused by what exactly you were saying because "Sopas back need help" is a strange choice of words. Also, because I am a student of Portuguese, "sopas" to me equates to soup or to the food of choice for Azorean festas. And I don't think anyone needs help if that's the case. It's too delicious to need help.

M~E~D~I~C~S~H~I~P~P~I~N~G~

Laters,

AJlovesKakashi

Fun Fact: This chapter's title comes from the band Deep Blue Something who is most well known for their 1995 song "Breakfast at Tiffany's." I chose to use the band name rather than the song because I felt like the name of the song didn't quite evoke the feeling I wanted but "Deep Blue Something" seemed closer to what I was going for. This is so far (according to my plan), the only time in which I will use the band and not the song.

Next Chapter: "You Get What You Give"