Bad Medicine

A/N: This is a collab between me and the extremely talented Akiruchan. If you haven’t read her work before go now! You don’t know what you’re missing. This has been sitting on my computer for heaven knows how long, I just forgot to post it here.

You can find me on y! gallery, it’s where I’m posting my more recent work. Speaking of y! gallery, I can’t get on it, either my beloved laptop has decided it doesn’t like it, or something’s happened to the site. Can anyone shed any light on the subject?

Me and Akiru will be writing more on this eventually, we’re both busy people and also working on our own stories. Next chapter will be ready ASAP.

Oh and watch out for those warnings, because they will be changed as we see fit.

But for now enjoy!
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Bad Medicine

Six sets of feet glided down the bright corridor, feet squeaking loudly on the linoleum flooring. Sasuke wrinkled his nose as the scent of disinfectant stung his nostrils. To say he hadn’t been surprised at the facilities appearance would have been a lie, he didn’t know what he’d been expecting, maybe a Frankenstein monster perhaps. However curiosity didn’t stop him from wanting to be far away from the place. He didn’t want to be there, he wanted to go back home and bury himself in a book or maybe his work.

The three of them approached the white desk, a red haired woman sat behind it idly playing with strands of her blood red locks and staring blankly at a computer screen. Noticing their arrival she plastered a broad grin on her face before cooing out happily,

“Welcome to Orochimaru-sama’s slave generating centre, my name is Karin how can I help you?”

‘We have an appointment to see Orochimaru. I’m Fugaku Uchiha, this is my wife Mikoto and my son Sasuke.” Karin’s eyes roamed over all three of them before settling on Sasuke with a wistful look. Sasuke resisted to urge to roll his eyes, great more fan girls, just what he needed. Once she managed to tear her eyes away from the dark-haired man she turned to her computer, tapping her keyboard and clicking her mouse. Seemingly finding what she was looking for she turned to the three Uchihas.

“Of course Uchiha-san, I’ll just get Orochimaru-sama for you.” She picked up the phone and swiftly dialled. Seconds later she had announced the Uchiha’s arrival. Smiling sweetly, a smile mainly aimed at Sasuke, she guided them to a waiting area until Orochimaru arrived.

The waiting room itself wasn’t very interesting and reminded Sasuke of a doctors waiting room, only with more comfortable seats. He stopped himself from sighing, rolling his eyes and slumping into his seat- his father didn’t like public displays of emotion, or private displays for that matter. Instead he sat rigid in his seat, staring out into the hallway to keep an eye out for Orochimaru.

Luckily he didn’t have to wait too long. Movement could be seen shuffling down the pristine hall. The silhouette of a man was highlighted by the bright florescent lights that hung from the ceiling. To Sasuke the man looked rather tall and thin, but he couldn’t be sure with the distance that still separated them. Something about the others presence set the younger Uchiha’s muscles to tense, as if he should be on high alert. Something didn’t quite sit right with Sasuke, but he wasn’t about to voice his concerns. Deciding to stay quiet, he merely trained his eye on the hall, watching as Orochimaru wandered into the main room where he and his parents sat.

Fugaku stood, extending out a hand in greeting. “Uchiha Fugaku.” He introduced, and then went on to present his wife and then finally turned to Sasuke. “And this is my son, Sasuke. He is the one shopping today.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet all of you. I’m Orochimaru, but I’m sure you already knew that.” The man’s overly cocky attitude was nauseating. Sasuke could only hope that he wouldn’t have to deal with it for long. Although the look the older man had been giving him was starting to become unnerving. Sasuke wasn’t sure what the man was trying to accomplish by staring at him so intently, nor did Sasuke really want to know.

Finally Orochimaru looked elsewhere, his gaze settling on that of his fathers.

“Will you be accompanying us?” The ending ‘s’ was hissed out, and Sasuke was reminded of a snake. Yes this man was belly crawler if he ever saw one.

Fugaku shook his head, but looked towards his wife. “No, but I do believe Mikoto here was interested in purchasing one with cooking and cleaning skills. Just something to take care of the mundane matters around the house.”

Orochimaru nodded, looking back over to the main desk where Karin stood watching. “Karin dear, could you take Uchiha-san and his wife to find themselves a suitable maid.”

The red head gave her vigorous consent and lead the couple away. Sasuke watched them go, feeling increasingly less comfortable being left alone with this strange man.

“Come Sasuke-kun, lets go find you a pet.” Orocimaru hissed out, leading the boy along another corridor and passed numerous doors, all identical. The walk seemed to stretch on for eternity, but that may have been because of Orochimaru’s perverse glances.

They stopped in front of a larger more ornate door than the others, yet it was still the usual white.

“These are my best products Sasuke-kun, nothing less for a Uchiha.” The yellow eyes shimmered in the high watts of the corridor lighting as he swung open the door. Sasuke stared into the room beyond, it still had the pale white walls, squeaky flooring, bright lights and all around sterile air to it. And yet something was distinctively different. Giant tubes lined the walls, a bundle of wires and pipes running out of them and disappearing through holes in the wall. Sasuke took a hesitant step into the room, fighting the urge to just turn around and go home, his brain was practically screaming at him that this was wrong.

Orochimaru strolled briskly into the room, an overly creepy smile on his face as he peered into the nearest tube. Sasuke followed behind him, and took a closer look at the large tubes contents. A muscular, naked man was suspended in the tube, wires branching off him. Fluid covered his body, caressing his skin. Black eyes accompanied by bushy brows stared back at his own dark eyes. Sasuke shuddered and backed away a little, was it right for them to stare like that? Like they were aware?

Tearing his eyes away from the man a clipboard attached to the base of the tube caught Sasuke’s eye. Leaning down he read the elegant handwriting:

Name: Rock Lee
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Personality traits: Submissive, resistant to rough play, agreeable, high stamina reserves.
Intellect: Average. Can read and write. Unable to get involved with political or philosophical debates.
Physical attributes: Distinctive eyebrows and dark hair. Muscular. Height just short of 6 foot.

Designed by Sasori.

Sasuke briefly wondered who Sasori was before dismissing it. He stared down at the paper with a mixture of morbid curiosity and disgust, here in his hand he held a piece of paper that summed up a human life in a few sentences. That couldn’t be right could it? But then again these creatures were made to serve, could they even be called human? They were brainless, they knew only what they were designed to know.

Orochimaru’s voice cut through his inner ethical debate “A beautiful creature isn’t he Sasuke-kun, not my type but beautiful none-the-less. Are you interested?”

“No.” Sasuke wasn’t even sure if he was interested in the whole thought of a genetically altered slave.

“What are your preferences then Sasuke-kun?”

Sasuke took a moment to think about it, glancing down at the paper in his hand for ideas. A submissive pet would be good, that way he wouldn’t have to converse much with it. Something that could entertain itself, Sasuke was too busy to keep a slave amused. Low stamina, any sex Sasuke would be having would be fast and just so he could relieve sexual frustration and not for pleasure. He’d probably want it with average, if not below average intelligence, just to stop the thing from getting ideas.

“Submissive, obedient, low stamina, quiet, my age, average or below average intelligence. Is that enough for you to go on or would you like me to continue?”

“That’s plenty of information, I’ll show you some more of our submissive stock.”

Orochimaru walked on ahead, Sasuke lagging on behind to glance into more of the tubes. Men, women and children floated within them, Sasuke felt his stomach churn at the thought of anyone buying a child as a slave.

The tubes held a great variety of human slaves of all ethnic groups and sizes. There were some that were model like in their builds and looks; tall and lean. While there were a few stockier looking individual, one of which carried tattooed swirls on each cheek. If Sasuke wasn’t as disgusted as he was, he might have found the whole lot of them fascinating. Genetically altered humans, a feat that was at one time thought impossible. Regardless, something within couldn’t condone this, yet here he stood shopping for a slave of him own.

Sasuke stopped dead, dark eyes stared into sapphire ones. His chest pounded as he gazed into the ocean blue eyes, he’d never seen anything like them. This pet was unique, and Uchiha’s loved to own things that were unique- Sasuke suspected it was in the genes. His eyes roamed the man presented before him. Tanned skin, refined muscles and blonde hair, Sasuke surreptitiously wiped his mouth with the back of his hand to check for drool.

Not wanting to take his eyes away from the picture of perfection before him he called for Orochimaru.

“What’s his description like?”

“Ahh so you’ve found one you like Sauske-kun, good choice. I helped design this one myself. His name is Uzumaki Naruto, he’s your age. He’s a submissive type, obedient and friendly. He has below average intellect. As well as several unique physical attributes such as a tattoo and the whisker-like scars on his face.”

“I’ll take him.” Sasuke ordered. Orochimaru bowed before gliding off in search of assistance.

Sasuke watched as Orochimaru pressed a button on an intercom situated on the far side of a wall. He conveyed a few quickly spoken words, none of which Sasuke could hear, and turned to look back at the young Uchiha.

“I called for my assistant. He should be here soon to prepare your purchase for you to take home. If you will follow me, I’ll have you sign the paper work.” Orochimaru grabbed the chipboard that hung below the test tube like structure and went to leave.

Sasuke spared a glance back to the boy whom had taken his breath away. Maybe this slave thing wouldn’t be such a bad idea after all. If nothing else, perhaps this Naruto would prove to be a sufficient companion.

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Fugaku and Mikoto were sitting in the waiting room when Sasuke returned. His mother stood up to great him with a hug, demanding that he tell her what he had ended up choosing.

“Is he handsome?” She asked, stars clearly sparkling within her dark irises. Sasuke huffed, but inwardly smiled at his mother’s childish nature.

“He is easy on the eyes.” She smiled at her son, who returned it with a simple nod.

“Sorry to interrupt, but if you’ll follow me we can get the paper work done and discuss payment options.” Karin bowed low, exposing her cleavage to Sasuke. He wondered if she was doing this on purpose. What was it with woman turning into whore’s when he was around? Frankly he didn’t want to know, if anything he just wanted it to stop.

They followed her off into one of the smaller rooms that branched off from the main room. It was similarly decorated, white and clean, and thankfully held the same cushioned chairs as in the waiting room. Sasuke took his seat between his mother and father.

Karin's heels tapped against the flooring as she hurried out of the room, Sasuke assumed she was getting the paperwork. A few blissful moments of silence followed mainly spent in daydreaming about his new purchase, that is until his father interrupted his inner peace.

"Well son, I hope you chose wisely, you won't be getting another one for a while. Your brother made a fine choice when he turned eighteen, I hope you followed in his footsteps." Sasuke internally groaned, of course it would come back to his perfect brother and his perfect pet. Sasuke initially hadn't even wanted a pet, but stupid Uchiha tradition deemed it so. Slavery had been around for years of course, sex slaves included- yet these were usually known as prostitutes and generally they got paid. It was only recently the genetically altered slaves had come about, and of course the Uchiha's had to jump on the band wagon.

It was now the Uchiha's tradition that when a Uchiha "Became a man." they got themselves a pet. And the youngest Uchiha had just turned eighteen, although Sasuke didn't feel any different from being seventeen, except that his father seemed to expect even more of him.

"Of course father." Sasuke finally responded with his usual indifferent tone he used when addressing him. He saved shows of affection for his doting mother.

Karin bustled back into the room, a pile of papers clutched to her chest, at least Sasuke didn't have to see her cleavage now. She stopped before Fugaku and handed him several forms.

"These are all to do with payment. Would you like a warranty on your slave in case of any genetic problems that may have arisen?"

"That won't be necessary, my son will have made the right choice." Somehow the statement sounded more like a threat than a compliment to Sasuke. Sasuke watched as his father’s elegant signature adorned a check and the contract before handing it back to Karin.

“Your maid will be sent to you tomorrow, we just needed to add some of your specific requests to her genetic make-up.” Fugaku nodded his agreement as Karin placed the files into a folder and turned to Sasuke, handing him several sheets of paper.

“This is further information on your slave, such as his birthday, blood type, allergies and so on. We also have a chip that can be installed into your slave when he arrives, it stops violent behaviour. Of course we try to remove that gene but obviously we can’t make any promises.” Sasuke was impressed, that was the most she’d spoken and her eyes hadn’t roamed over his chest or crotch area once.

“He’ll take the chip.” His father cut in before he could protest. Putting a chip in a human seemed wrong to him, it was something reserved for animals, pet cats and dogs. Did this mean he should be thinking of his new companion as something less than human? Lower than a dog?

“Very well. Orochimaru-sama will be here momentarily, he’s just overseeing the gift wrapping. I‘ll go let him know that he should add the chip.” Sasuke cocked an eyebrow- gift wrapping?- as Karin left the room once again. Sasuke occupied himself by reading the information he’d been given. After a quick scan of the page he’d determined that his slave liked ramen, had been ‘born’ on October 10th and that he was taller than Naruto. Which inflated his ego slightly.

The sound of feet approaching caused Sasuke’s head to snap upwards, sending black bangs flying. Orochimaru strolled into the room a smile (although it looked more like a leer) on his pale face. Behind him followed Naruto.

He followed the snake-man into the room almost robotically, eyes slightly unfocused. If Sasuke had found him good-looking before he was simply breathtaking now. Golden hair fell around his tanned face, his blue eyes sparkled in the bright lighting further defined by black eyeliner. He had a small smile on his face, as if he wasn’t really there and experiencing something far more pleasant. Sasuke tore his eyes away from the mans face, ready to fully appreciate his body.

A black, silk yukata hung from Naruto’s muscular frame, a large red fox demon crawled along the base towards his chest, nine-tails flying out behind it. A red obi with golden flames embroidered into it stopped the yukata from falling open, not that Sasuke would have minded especially after catching a glimpse of bare tanned skin beneath the silk. Sasuke couldn‘t help but think he‘d made a perfect choice.

“Sasuke-kun.” Orochimaru called, claiming Sasuke‘s attention. “As you can see darling Naruto-kun is a bit vacant, this is because of the brains inactivity during his period in the tube. You could say it‘s starting up now. Anyway once you get him home I advise you to take him to his room and let him sleep, once he wakes he‘ll be fully aware and you can test him out.”

Sasuke didn’t miss the sexual innuendo but decided to ignore it. The three Uchiha’s stood, Sasuke bowed to Orochimaru.

“Thank you Orochimaru-sama.” He muttered, barely loud enough for the other to hear. He gently took Naruto’s hand, delighting in the soft skin and warmth, and led him out of the room.

Six sets of feet glided down the corridor, one stumbled alongside. All eight sets of feet heading out of the building to the awaiting car, Sasuke gripped tightly onto the other mans hand, looking forward to getting his newly acquired possession home.