Kabuto packed, efficiently, quietly, and with as little thought as possible. Recently he had been trying to avoid thought, going from action to action, instinct to instinct. Some how, it had worked. No one in the Sound had realized the difference.

Of course, none had realized from the beginning what was happening to him. "Don't think about that" he told himself again, willing the doubts away, along with the aching bones and twitching hands. There was only so much longer he could lie to himself.

When he was out, he would allow himself to think. Until then, acting on instinct was good enough.

Instinct had gotten the botanical gardens completely cleared of debries, and the plants realeased into a more stable environment. Instinct had left the wards spotless, and the labs completely cleaned and organized. Instinct had stocked the kitchens fully, though a finding simple enough cookbook that the whole Sound would be able to use had proven quite difficult.

Now, instinct was trickling away, as he staired around a room he had inhabited for the last three years. It was shocking to realise how little all of it ment to him, how little he needed any of it. So it was only cloathing that went into the bag, allong with some basic essentials, and several tightly bound scrolls. And...pictures. He allowed himself that much. He wasn't going to leave his family behind without some reminder. No matter how guilty that made him feel.

This mission wouldn't take long, according to Orochimaru. Just the rest of my life...he thought, as he wrapped the final picture and tucked it into the bag. The room was spotless, and there was no sign of anything missing. No one would know the difference.

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