Yin and Yang

A/N: A multiple-chapter colaboration of sorts with mir-rcha. They gave me a very detailed plot plan and then pretty much let me do what I wanted with the plot. We exchange emails between chapters so if there is something mir-rcha wants changed then it gets changed.
It's an interesting pairing, I don think I have come across the pair in fiction lately, but there is probably something out there with the two of them getting it on lol. It certainly seems that there is at least one fan of this pairing lol.
Whatever the case I hope you enjoy this fic and his pairing. Smut of any kind won't be until the second or third chapter sorry. At the moment the plot is more important than the smut, but once he sxmstarts it is going to be a BIG part of the plot so stay tuned and I promise you won't be disappointed.

Onwards!!!!


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Yin and Yang

The beeping of the heart monitor filled the make shift hospital room, Kimimaro's life support pumping up and down to regulate his breathing.

Kabuto entered the room, a hopeful smile on his face. His fingers skimmed over Kimimaro's prone form. "Today's the day, Kimi. I've finally done it." Thirty five hand seals were made. Three of them had never been seen before. Placing one hand on his forehead and the other over his heart, Kabuto released the chakra he had collected from his hand seals into Kimimaro's chakra pathways. 

Kimimaro's body surged forward toward Kabuto's hands as purple chakra enveloped him, slowly absorbing into his body through chakra points.

"Gah!" Kimimaro choked on the tubes down his throat, Kabuto using his own chakra to steady the struggling male down on the bed to remove the tubes. 

"It's alright, Kimi. This is going to feel a bit weird." Kabuto undid the tape holding the tubes in place and gently pulled the life support tube from the others throat.

Kimimaro coughed long and hard once the tube were out and gladly took the glass of water offered to him. "Did it work this time?" His voice was hoarse and scratchy, Kabuto raising the glass to his lips again.

"I won't know for certain until I run the final tests. But I'm positive this cure will last for at least a year with no side effects." Moving behind Kimimaro he began unscrewing the endless amount of tubes connected to the skeletal man. 

"... So it's only temporary, then." It wasn't a question. It was a statement of lost hope.

"You're condition is too far advanced, Kimi. I'm lucky to have even found a temporary cure. After this year I'll have to do the same jutsu again, hopefully it will be an annual thing and as long as I'm around you'll be fine."

"Then you are forbidden to die, Kabuto-san."

Kabuto laughed with a small smile. "I'll remember that."

Kimimaro turned his head and focused his gaze on Kabuto. "Is HE here?"

"If by 'he' you mean Sasuke, then yes, he is here."

"Did Orochimaru-sama end up using his body?"

"No. Sasuke didn't arrive in time so he ended up using another lackey."

"And he won't..."

"He won't, Kimi. You're condition has made your body unreliable. Orochimaru is going to wait the four years and then transfer to Sasuke's body."

"Even with your new jutsu?"

"Even with the jutsu."

"Kabuto, the snake wants you." Sasuke leant against the door frame cooly eyeing Kabuto.

"What for?" Kabuto finished pulling the last tube out of Kimimaro and filled his hand up with healing chakra, placing it on the mans chest to check all his vital signs.

"Don't know. Didn't ask." When Kabuto didn't show any sign of going to the snake Sasuke twitched a brow in annoyance. "He wants you now, Kabuto."

"I heard you the first time, Uchiha." satisfied that Kimimaro wasn't going to die on him any time soon Kabuto walked past Sasuke who moved to make room for him in the doorway. "Since you have some free time you can see to Kimimaro. He hasn't eaten anything in over a week. There's jelly and ice cream in that fridge over there, help him eat it." Kabuto pushed past Sasuke and began his search for Orochimaru in the labyrinth like hideout.

Sasuke watched Kabuto leave with a scowl on his face. How dare a subordinate order him around like that. Once the silver haired man was out of sight he turned to look at the invalid that could have been the snakes next body. Said invalid had his head turned away in obvious disrespect. Walking further into the room Sasuke opened the fridge Kabuto had mentioned earlier. Inside were various blood samples and chilled liquids that Sasuke suspected were some sort of medicine. Alongside the medical liquids was a container of jelly and a small pottle of ice cream with a paper seal on it. Sasuke took both items out and brought them over to Kimimaro. Pulling a hospital table over the others lap Sasuke placed the cold items on the table and removed the seal on the ice-cream. The slightly cold container instantly froze up and turned the creamy liquid into a frozen treat.

Kimimaro was surprised Sasuke did that much for him. It was obvious that the Uchiha saw him as a hindrance with his medical conditions. He fought he urge to flick the top bone of his middle finger at the arrogant thirteen year old. "Could I trouble you for a spoon?" Kimimaro rasped out.

Being thirteen, Sasuke's mind guttered the request before settling in the more logical choice of reference. He looked around and found a spoon sitting on top of the small fridge. Retrieving the item Sasuke handed it to the white haired man and pulled a stool up to the others bedside.

"You do not have to force yourself to sit with me. I can manage quite fine on my own." raising weak limbs, Kimimaro went about proving his point by slowly eating his small tub of ice cream.

Sasuke looked at him with an 'as if' expression as the older male made a simple task look difficult. "I'd rather stay here with you. There's nothing to do around here but train and sleep and I have done enough of both."

"How long have you been here?"

"A week and a half."

"And you're bored already? I'm going to enjoy watching you fight boredom for the next four years." Kimimaro smiled at the arrogant Uchiha as he placed his half eaten ice-cream down and picked up his green jelly. 

Not one to take insults easy thanks to a stupid blonde Uzumaki, Sasuke quickly changed the subject. "So what's wrong with you exactly?"

"The tale is too log and tedious to tell. Besides, it would probably bore you anyway." Oh he was going to enjoy teasing this little Uchiha thoroughly.

"I have the time to listen to it all." Nobody insinuated that Sasuke had a small attention span. He had the best attention span thanks to his former team in Konoha. 

"But I have not the patience to tell it. Tell me, small one," Kimimaro enjoyed the annoyed tick the other gave him at the pet name. "Will you train with me once I regain my health? I have yet to find a decent training partner whose speed and talent can keep up with my attacks."

"What makes you think you can keep up with me in the first place?"

"My body was originally chosen to house Orochimaru-sama for a reason, small one. Now that I can no longer fulfill that honour I shall have to train my body to be of use to him on the battle field instead."

"Why are you so obsessed with that snake?He's not a good person you know."

"If he is not a good person then why are you here?"

"Because he is the only one who can help me get the power I need."

"The power you need, or the power you want?"

"What's the difference, it's power all the same."

"Your nievity knows no bounds, small one." Kimimaro raised a weak hand to silence whatever retort Sasuke was preparing. "I wish to rest. Please remove yourself from the room or remain quiet."

Sasuke was going to leave the invalid but decided against it. There was nothing to do in this underground hell hole and relaxing with another sounded much better than finding something else to do. He watched Kimimaro settle back down and pulled the hospital table away from the bed. "That bed has a giant hole in the back of it for those tubes, doesn't it?"

"That is correct. What of it?"

"How are you currently lying down if there is a giant hole in your bed?"

"See for yourself." 

The bed sheets were lifted and Sasuke got an eyeful of something he would've rather not seen. Kimimaro had used his bloodline trait to construct a second pair of ribs wide enough to cradle his body and stop him from slipping down the hole in his bed. "That's disgusting."

A fragile laugh escaped dry pale lips.

"Isn't that uncomfortable?"

"Not at all. There is a slight pressure on my spine but nothing I can not handle."

"Do you have another room in this hideout?"

"I'm afraid not. Kabuto-San modified his room for me the moment I arrived here."

"There is a spare futon in my room if you would prefer to sleep on that."

"Thank you for your hospitality and kindness, small one, but Kabuto-San still needs to run tests that require the equipment in this room. I shall ask if I may go sleep in your room afterwards though. I hope you do not snore."

Sasuke scoffed, "Uchiha's do not snore." 

"I'll have the final say in that." 


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A month had passed and Kimimaro was given the all clear to begin training again. Kabuto had refused Sasuke's hospitality saying that Kimimaro's condition was still pretty serious and it was best for the older nin to stay in the same room as all of his medical equipment. So instead Sasuke would come to see Kimimaro when their schedules allowed it to be so and Sasuke saw the pale haired man as the most tolerable out of everyone who was associated with the snake. Besides from his devotion to said snake, that is. 

"Sasuke-kun, what are you doing right now?" Kimimaro stood just outside the doorway of Sasuke's room, hands behind his back.

"Nothing." Sasuke looked up from the scroll he was reading and lent back in his seat a bit. "Nothing of importance anyway."

"Orochimaru-sama and Kabuto-san have given their consent to me training again. I was hoping that you would allow me to train with you."

"No offense, Kimimaro-san, but wouldn't you prefer to train with somebody a little more at your level for your first time fighting in just under a year?"

Kimimaro smirked at Sasuke's consistent arrogance. "If by at my level you mean some of the other ninja in this compound, then I have already had the pleasure of sparing with anybody who was available. After successfully proving  that I am capable of being sent on missions again, I was hoping that I may train with you, small one."

Sasuke had become... tolerant of the nick name Kimimaro had give him. He didn't like it, and he had told the older male of his dislike but he refused to listen to him. "I won't go easy in you, Kimimaro-san."

"I never asked you to, Sasuke-kun."

"Hn."

"So you will spar with me?"

"I will."

"Meet you in thirty minutes at the main training room." Kimimaro didn't wait for an answer, just turned and left with his hands still clasped behind his back. 


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Sasuke arrived at the main training room at the requested time, strolling into the room and eyeing up the weapons rack. "Are we using steel or wood?"

"I use neither, but Kabuto requests that you use wooden weapons as we don't know how well my body will heal afterwards." Kimimaro was standing on the far side of the room, arms by his sides with his legs shoulder width apart.

Sasuke picked up the weapons pouch with wooden shuriken and kunai in it and strapped it to his thigh. Pale fingers gripped around the hilt of a wooden katana as he sliced through the air a few times to get a feel for the wooden weapon. "What do you use then?"

"My blood line trait."

"I also have a blood line trait, and whilst yours is impressive I highly doubt you will be able to solely rely on it without the use of other weapons and jutsu's." Sasuke moved to face Kimimaro and stood in the same position as the other, sheathing his wooden katana in the holster straps on the back of his ninja flak jacket. Sasuke had brought the flak jacket with him after going to the medical ward to see all the ninja Kimimaro had fought with. After hearing about projectile finger bones, he decided it would be best to protect his abdomen with the help of carbonized steel. "Any rules?"

"Kabuto-san asks that no head shots or purposely destructive moves be made during our sparring session."

"So no chidori?"

"No chidori."

"When you're ready." Sasuke flexed his fingers, planning several attacks, counter attacks, defensive moves and activating his sharingan immediately. He wasn't taking any chances against another blood line trait.

Kimimaro smirked at the red eyes analyzing him. Popping his hip out to the left, Kimimaro gripped his hip and squinted minutely as the bone in his hip pushed against his skin. "If you get a katana, I get a katana." The squint turned into a small wince as the bone split through his skin, growing faster as pale fingers secured themselves around the hilt and pulled the bone from his thigh. 

"Mine is made of wood, yours is made of bone." Sasuke didn't see the double meaning in his words until Kimimaro scoffed. "Your katana is far denser than mine. Mine will shatter the moment is makes contact with yours."

"Would you like a katana made of bone as well, small one?" Placing his arm behind has back, two vertebrae protruded from his skin and secured themselves around the hilt and the blade.

"I won't need it, I just wanted to point out the..." Sasuke dodge to the left to avoid four projectile bones. "... The unbalanced circumstances this sparring match holds." bending back with years of shinobi training, Sasuke managed to avoid eight projectile bones this time. Pushing against his hands he flipped completely around and threw three wooden shuriken at Kimimaro's form.

Kimimaro dodged the shrunken with ease, flicking bones from his left hand as he made a fist with his right. Moving the knuckle bones forward, the four longest bones in his hand extended upward in sharp points. Lunging at Sasuke, Kimimaro fired four more bones from his left hand and watched Sasuke dodge them with ease. Using the others momentum Kimimaro kicked his leg out, Sasuke placing his palms flat on the ground and twisted away from the attack. Seeing an opening Kimimaro fired the four sharpened bones at Sasuke's abdomen and smirked sadistically as he heard the bones sink into the Uchiha's armor.

Kimimaro was going to follow this up with an attack with his bone sword but stopped dead in his tracks when he felt a familiar chakra enter the room.

"Now now, Kimi, I need Sasuke-kun in the best of health. He has his first mission tomorrow."

"Orochimaru-sama." Kimimaro dropped to his knees and bowed low on the ground. "Please forgive me, I did not know."

"It's all right, Kimi. I see your health has improved greatly; how are you feeling?" Orochimaru stood just inside the doorway of the training room and began walking towards the pale haired man as he spoke.

"I feel fine. But more importantly, how are you feeling Orochimaru-sama?" Kimimaro didn't raise his head until Orochimaru placed his hand on the others shoulder.

"I feel... Refreshed."

The face and body that had given purpose to Kimimaro all those years ago was no longer there. Another's face looked down at his smiling. Orochimaru's eyes were still the same though, that much had not changed. That small reoccurrence told him that his beloved master was somewhere within this foreign body. A body that should have been his...

"I know that look of yours, dear Kimi. Do not insult me with it. Your body is no longer a useful vessel so get over it. Instead, put your everything into serving me. Your purpose may have changed but you are not useless, my wandering Kimi." Orochimaru stroked bandaged fingers through fine white hair and he smiled down at his previously destined vessel.

"Till my last breath, Orochimaru-sama."

"Good. Good..." the Sanin turned around to face Sasuke, hand moving to rest on Kimimaro's shoulder. "I left the mission details in your room. Kimimaro will be your partner as a type of observation to see if you are capable of performing solo missions from here on out or if I should place you into a team."

"I can do them on my own." Sasuke bit out at the snake wielder. 

Orochimaru chuckled at that. "I'm sure you can, my feisty vessel. But nonetheless, Kimi is going with you until I say otherwise."

Sasuke scowled and looked anywhere but at the love birds. "Hn."

"Now be a dear Sasuke-kun and leave the room so I may discuss private matters with Kimimaro."

Sasuke bent slightly at the waste in what could only be an arrogant bow and left the room swiftly.

The moment the training room doors closed Kimimaro put up a silencing jutsu within the vast space of the room so that their conversation would not be heard by passer-bys and eavesdroppers.

"I have missed your innovative qualities, Kimi."

"I am sorry my recovery took so long, Orochimaru-sama."

"What's important is that you are still here now and of use. Which brings me to the crux of this impromptu meeting; Sasuke-kun."

"I was not informed of my role in Sasuke's first mission. Is there something specific you wish for me to observe?" Kimimaro remained in his kneeling position, looking up at Orochimaru.

"Yes... And no." A devious smirk split a bandaged face wide as Orochimaru resumed toying with Kimimaro's hair. "The boy is now at that age where... hormones... are running rampant throughout his adolescent body. And as another member of the male species you know that such hormones can be very... distracting. Should our temper-mental Sasuke-kun become affected by such hormones I suspect that he will try to ignore them and suppress his desires with training and missions. And quite honestly, the boy is angry enough at the moment, God knows what he would be like so high strung."

"But what does all that have to do with me?"

"Well it seems our young Sasuke-kun has formed some sort of friendship with you and you alone in this hideout. I would like to use that friendship of yours by you dealing with Sasuke-kun when he gets those... urges."

"... I understand, Orochimaru-sama."

"Good. And I do not think I will be placing Sasuke into another team, Kimi. Nor will I let him complete missions on his own. You shall he his partner from now on."

"Thank you for your trust in my abilities, Orochimaru-sama."

"But of course. It is of my deepest regrets that I may no longer have your body and it's blood line traits as my own. Now go rest, my dear Kimi. I left your mission brief in your room."

Kimimaro bowed his head downwards until the Sanin had left the room. A small frown marred his features at thoughts of dealing with a moody and hormonal Uchiha. 

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A/N: Poor Kimi, he has to deal with Sasuke's shit lol. Looking forward to the next chapter aye, should be some limey goodness in it haha.
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