[What Kabuto does most nights]
Its easy to forget, sometimes, that Kabuto styles himself a doctor. Not many who have seen him in the labs would dispute that claim...but then again, few have seen the labs and lived to tell the tale. But Kabuto does deserve the title, if neither from the degree hanging on his wall nor his activities in the labs, then from this 'side job'.
Its four o'clock in the morning on a Wednesday. The Forbidden Jutsu is closed for the evening, and the medic has been home for a little over an hour, checking his personal experiments and getting ready for bed. It has been a rather calm month, all things considered; the club is running well, there are no especially interesting experiments in the labs...though his relationship with Karin has given him much to think about. Enough that when the knock comes at the door he appreciates the interruption to his brooding.
There is really only one kind of visitor that comes to him this late at night, and the doctor already has his medical bag in hand when he opens the door. He catches the woman as she collapses on him, his eyes already taking in the damages that need to be repaired - a badly broken arm, a few broken fingers, perhaps some missing teeth, and a black eye that will have to be covered up before she goes back to work. A name flickers to mind as he pulls the woman into his appartment at locks the door.
"...Angie?" He brightens the lights with one hand, replacing the soft yellow light of the appartment with piercing halogen white.
The woman winces under the onslaught. "Mm 'not Angie. 'e calls me Sugardrop now." She's half delirious from pain. Kabuto is surprised she made it up the stairs. "The other girls said you were back 'n town."
"Are they covering for you?" Never mind that she probably shouldn't be able to think now. He needed to know.
"Naw. The bastards drunk off 'is ass an' the rest are stick'n to the streets. 'e probably thinks 'e killed me when 'e threw me down the stairs."
So the doctor needn't worry about an angry pimp knocking on his door anytime soon. That made things simpler. Still, he dead-bolted the door then and half-carried the hooker to his work room. The surgeries were simple enough to perform - he had done them hundreds of times now, starting before he even had a medical degree. Of course it would be easier had he a fully equipped medical practice or a nurse to assist him. But over the years Kabuto had developed a system that required only a very talented doctor, and a patient that was willing to go through a bit of pain to get patched up quickly and efficiently. Most of his late-night 'customers' happily submitted to his brand of medicine, knowing that there was no where else they could go.
"'ow much do I 'ow ya?" The prostitute whispered, before he knocked her out with a quick tap of a pressure point. The girl was barely seventeen, and still scared - though whether it was of the surgery or the man who had done this to her was impossible to tell.
"Same price as always." He replied as her eyes closed, giving her respite from the pain. "Only as much as you can pay." What they could pay was often nothing monetary, but they would volunteer the blood and bile he needed for the club's experiments. That, and there was an unwritten rule that - should one of them die under the knife or before she could get to the club - she would go to the labs like every other kind of 'raw material'. Most didn't seem to mind. Kabuto was fair, and the best they could hope for.
By now he knew most every prostitute and criminal in the surrounding area - both in Konoha and Suna, as well as from some of the major cities. Orochimaru tolerated Kabuto's side business because it provided for raw materials and sometimes living subjects (though normally the subjects were the ones inflicting the bruises, rather than the beaten who showed up at Kabuto's door). He thought the young man 'soft'...but it was undeniable that his contacts with the underworld helped to keep the Forbidden Jutsu running. Plus, the doctor seemed to enjoy his work. One might call him 'soft heated' - there was nothing he enjoyed more in the world that 'fixing' people.
((ooc: Feel free to drop by while Kabuto is operating, or notice the blood stains after Sugardrop leaves. Our poor little doctor isn't going to get much sleep tonight!))
Its four o'clock in the morning on a Wednesday. The Forbidden Jutsu is closed for the evening, and the medic has been home for a little over an hour, checking his personal experiments and getting ready for bed. It has been a rather calm month, all things considered; the club is running well, there are no especially interesting experiments in the labs...though his relationship with Karin has given him much to think about. Enough that when the knock comes at the door he appreciates the interruption to his brooding.
There is really only one kind of visitor that comes to him this late at night, and the doctor already has his medical bag in hand when he opens the door. He catches the woman as she collapses on him, his eyes already taking in the damages that need to be repaired - a badly broken arm, a few broken fingers, perhaps some missing teeth, and a black eye that will have to be covered up before she goes back to work. A name flickers to mind as he pulls the woman into his appartment at locks the door.
"...Angie?" He brightens the lights with one hand, replacing the soft yellow light of the appartment with piercing halogen white.
The woman winces under the onslaught. "Mm 'not Angie. 'e calls me Sugardrop now." She's half delirious from pain. Kabuto is surprised she made it up the stairs. "The other girls said you were back 'n town."
"Are they covering for you?" Never mind that she probably shouldn't be able to think now. He needed to know.
"Naw. The bastards drunk off 'is ass an' the rest are stick'n to the streets. 'e probably thinks 'e killed me when 'e threw me down the stairs."
So the doctor needn't worry about an angry pimp knocking on his door anytime soon. That made things simpler. Still, he dead-bolted the door then and half-carried the hooker to his work room. The surgeries were simple enough to perform - he had done them hundreds of times now, starting before he even had a medical degree. Of course it would be easier had he a fully equipped medical practice or a nurse to assist him. But over the years Kabuto had developed a system that required only a very talented doctor, and a patient that was willing to go through a bit of pain to get patched up quickly and efficiently. Most of his late-night 'customers' happily submitted to his brand of medicine, knowing that there was no where else they could go.
"'ow much do I 'ow ya?" The prostitute whispered, before he knocked her out with a quick tap of a pressure point. The girl was barely seventeen, and still scared - though whether it was of the surgery or the man who had done this to her was impossible to tell.
"Same price as always." He replied as her eyes closed, giving her respite from the pain. "Only as much as you can pay." What they could pay was often nothing monetary, but they would volunteer the blood and bile he needed for the club's experiments. That, and there was an unwritten rule that - should one of them die under the knife or before she could get to the club - she would go to the labs like every other kind of 'raw material'. Most didn't seem to mind. Kabuto was fair, and the best they could hope for.
By now he knew most every prostitute and criminal in the surrounding area - both in Konoha and Suna, as well as from some of the major cities. Orochimaru tolerated Kabuto's side business because it provided for raw materials and sometimes living subjects (though normally the subjects were the ones inflicting the bruises, rather than the beaten who showed up at Kabuto's door). He thought the young man 'soft'...but it was undeniable that his contacts with the underworld helped to keep the Forbidden Jutsu running. Plus, the doctor seemed to enjoy his work. One might call him 'soft heated' - there was nothing he enjoyed more in the world that 'fixing' people.
((ooc: Feel free to drop by while Kabuto is operating, or notice the blood stains after Sugardrop leaves. Our poor little doctor isn't going to get much sleep tonight!))