((ooc: Have a mopey Kabuto hanging around his flat and emo-ing at livejournal.))

Oh gods. Did I really sing that? I did.

Who did I irritate so much that they though I should go through that hell? He even looked like Lord Orochimaru. I suppose I should be used to it by now.

'I like him'. That really does sum almost everything up, doesn't it? I like him, I'll follow him anywhere, and I believe in his dream, no matter how foolish it is. And no one in the rest of the world understands why.

Ugh.

Tags: end, music virus
Current Music: The Impossible Dream

Kabuto leans easily against the steps out side his new apartment. He is dressed in loose, but professional, cloths, and seems far more comfortable than the last time he spoke to the community. Half his face is covered in a white scar, but pedestrians passing by don't seem to notice. He nods to his landlady, and smiles at a friend from the college he is supposedly attending.

He's waiting for an appointment, and to begin to pay back his debt.

Tags: kabuto

( How Kabu is fairing on Earth... )

((OOC: Kabuto has finaly become stale enough to write an official journal post. Feel free to suggest any changes to how he would see 'our' world. He'll make an official Community post later today. and yes, I gave up and just made my own icons. sorry.

( Packing )

Tags: kabuto
Current Mood: apathetic
Current Music: All that I ask you - Solas

Kabuto leaned against a rock outcropping, catching his breath. Though he would never admit it to Maraihi, he had pushed himself hard to get to the abandoned hideout in time. He only hoped he had concealed his movements, and motives, well enough to fool Lord Orochimaru from following him.

Masking a sudden cramp in his side he straightended, scanning the area for both potential attackers and the man he was here for. Only after he was completely certian no one was observing him did he touch the concealed touch pad. With a burst of chakra he opened the hidden door to the compound. Then he turned again to wait, face carefully hidden behind his hood.

The labs are unnaturally silent as Kabuto makes his rounds, and he carefully notes the occurrence in his log book before returning to his desk. There, he waits for his newest patient, quietly monitoring the computer screens that surround his desk. Hopefully there will be no disturbances today.