Samples, Specimens and Secrets - Side Story

This was terrible! Michi thought as he was dragged through the streets tied up and gagged by this brute of a man, who had hardly said anything, he'd come down and slaughtered the whole camp, it was hard preying on those unfortunate souls that had been seeking refuge in Honegakure enough, and then this guy drops in and starts killing people, after examining them or some such. He couldn't tell what such a brute like the man dragging him bound through the street was doing with such a device. He'd also poisoned him with something, something that made it hard to think, harder to move, with the gag in it was nearly impossible to breath.

The brute then tied him up and started dragging him in, was this some bounty hunter in for the so called bandits that were taking up position around Honegakure? Bandits weren't real, they were all just trying to get a piece of the action of Honegakure forming in the booneys.

These weren't the front streets that the tall dark and scary stranger were hauling him through either. These were the back streets late at night. They hadn't passed anybody except someone old grandma sweeping off her porch who had greeted the man with a 'good afternoon' and he grunted and nodded in response. It was NIGHT! These people were fucking insane! Maybe Michi was finding it somewhere within to resist being tried for banditry and hung like an ornament.

Except that his captor Yori had no real intention of turning this bandit in for the small sum of money that was on his head, something close to about 2,200 or that area. There was much more valuable knowledge to be wrought from him. Taking a turn down a dead end alley the chiseled man pushed his way through a false wall into a sterile laboratory setting. Instead of dragging his prey he now picked the man up by the bindings hanging him on what was essentially a bar-bless meat hook labeled "Incoming Specimens" giving a quick painful tug causing the man to moan in agony through the gag as the blinding dug into him.

"Ojou-sama." Yori finally spoke, his deep velvety tone, that was easy on the ears, especially to someone who had hearing like his master, befitting someone of his size and grandeur. "I have a new Sample for you. Male, late twenties, three-percent body fat, no discernible diseases, blood-alcohol level of point-one-two, I injected him with two CC's of Compound Two-Fourteen. He also has some kind of aphrodisiac in his blood. I have a sample of it here." Yori pulled a sample of the love-making-assistant from his pocket and placed it on the table. Before filling out a log of the things he'd just said to his employer, most of the time she was completely disinterested in what he said. It had understandably little value to someone as smart as his Ojou-sama. Perhaps the smartest person in the world.

With that done Yori turned to his Master and bowed, a habit from his childhood. He was sworn to her service after all. "Is there anything else Ojou-sama needs of me tonight?" He could feel the adrenaline of the fight wearing off and another migraine forming. Perhaps he would be able to go to bed before it kicked into high gear and made sleep impossible.

The room was sterile, but there was the stink of blood about it, due mostly in part to the fact that on the other side, Ami was in the middle of dissecting her last experiment. The grossly mutated body was splayed open, displaying its organs for all to see and Ami was currently elbow deep in its stomach.

She didn't so much as flinch as Yori made his way in with her next subject, her ears only perking and swiveling ever so subtly as he began to speak to her. However, as he finished speaking she allowed a small chuckle to escape from her throat, setting her tools aside and approaching the two without so much as wiping clean her crimson hands.

"An aphrodisiac, you say?" she questioned Yori rhetorically before turning her attention to the failed bandit. "What were you doing before you were attacked?" She waited a moment before removing the bandit's gag and slapping him across the face with a wet, sharp sound. "What were you doing before you were attacked?"

She didn't bother to grace Yori with an answer to his question, instead letting him stew for a bit while she examined the prey.

Yori could feel his headache take off like a solid-fueled rocket. He wasn't sure exactly where Ami's mind was going with this line of questioning. Attacked? She was definitely trying to get under this guys skin by labeling Yori as the bad-guy, and he wouldn't deny he was one bad motherfucker. Especially when it suited his Mistress's ends.

Michi was confused here for a moment, this brute was calling this slim little girl Mistress? Like she was rich and powerful. Only a bandit would see to turn the fortune of others for himself and when his gag was removed he licked his lips, having been unable to do so since being gagged and now they were dry and needed some attention before engaging in witty repartee with the cat woman. The slap didn't seem to phase him at all as he came right out and said it. "I was gonna enjoy myself some company of the opposite sex, Kitty Cat." He teased a smug smile rolling over his lips against what seemed to be his best wishes, it was obvious from the pitched tent just the sight of woman, even one as unendowed as this little girl was enough to make him excited. Maybe he could get a rise out of the Kitty Cat maybe he could get even more than that.

Yori was going to quash this little man for what he was. "There were several captive, emotionally damaged females in the camp. They didn't meet Subject parameters, and were all physically damaged, drugged and were far too lean to meet your criterion." Basically sex slaves that Yori promptly set free after stomping out the rest of the camp, not in some act of heroism but in the fact that they could recover from emotional and physically damage and become viable subjects in the future if Ojou-sama so wished it.

"I see..." Ami vocalized with a quick roll of her eyes as the bandit gave his reason for giving himself an everlasting boner.

"I see..." she repeated with a bit more clarity as Yori filled in the blanks that were left out. It would make sense that a bandit couldn't get himself any action without stealing it first. "I suppose I should feel at least a little pity for males, what with having to deal with a sexual drive that's constantly running and females who are... cold to the idea more often than not. I, myself, have learned at least a little of your pain when I started going into heat every month. Utterly mind numbing process, it is... but no matter. In truth, your needs and desires are void at this point. I think I've almost worked out the kinks in the blood serum. You can be proud to know that your body will go toward furthering science."

With that she began to walk away, returning to her dissection process across the way before suddenly pausing.

"Then again, I suppose it's not the same. All I'd have to do is bend over and present myself for mating and I'd have males fighting to mount me like animals. I wonder if I could test that hypothesis without actually going through with the action..." With a quick wave of her hand she was quick to dismiss the thought. "Cage him. Don't bother making a schedule. I ought to have a perfected serum within a day. We can make a schedule if he survives the trial."

The captured bandit was unsure of her response, it seemed more like she was taking stock of him more and not as interested as he'd have hoped she would be. Then the brute called him out on being a Rape-o. Not only was it humiliating it was downright degrading, if someone couldn't protect something then they didn't deserve to have it. That lead him to this situation didn't it? Nevermind. "Fuck you man." Michi chided scornfully.

Then came the news, he wasn't some kind of captive awaiting execution, he was some kind of test subject that was awaiting his experiment. The color drained from his face, he wasn't going to die some bandits death, he was going to die a mouses death, which was all the worse, he couldn't die the way he lived, an outlaw. He had to die the way that was presented to him. Or live with whatever these bastards did to him. "Fuck you, Pussy." Michi called back at her after she'd thrown his own interest in her, back in his face, as though calling him worthless.

As far as Yori was concerned he wasn't far off. Even someone as disciplined as Yori was effected by the pheromones of his Ojou-sama during her heat. It was quite taxing, especially for the first few months. The Servant was quick to pull the specimen down from the examination rack and drag him over to a set of cages through a double door and quickly snapped the ropes off while holding the bandit by the scruff of the neck. The snapping ropes friction burned the man's skin causing him to yelp in pain. He would then quickly mark the man's forehead, BS(Blood Serum) #3672, and toss him in the cage, shutting and locking the door. "You can't keep me here like this!" #3672 shouted as if he had any say in the matter.

Yori returned to Ami's side. "Perhaps if Ojou-sama used an altered clone-type technique." He suggested respectfully, giving her a bow. "He is Numbered and in Cage one." It would seem that the enhancement induced headache had ebbed for the time being and he was no longer wishing to part company to his chamber for the night.

"I most certainly can," Ami replied to the subject's objection with nonchalant rejection of his incorrect statement. "These walls are impeccably soundproofed and resistant to nearly all manner of attack or penetration. Furthermore, no living person aside from the three of us even knows that this place exists. Even if you had friends that cared about your worthless hide enough to come looking for you, they'd never be able to find us here. The only way you're leaving this place is through the incinerator once I've decided you're no longer useful to me. Now shush unless you want to spend the rest of your life unconscious."

With that much said, she returned to her current dissection and spoke to Yori concerning his suggestion. "Mmm..." she moaned thoughtfully. "Perhaps. The clone would need to carry all of my qualities including pheromone distribution, but still be capable of dismissing in an instant the moment an attempt was made. I'll need to do some experimentation to see if I can combine the two properties into the perfect theory tester."

#3672 swallowed his voice, these people were crazy. The brute had made sure that there were no friends to come after him anymore. After all they didn't "fit the subject profile" and Michi did. It didn't take long for the ex-bandit's anger to turn to fear and self-loathing. Who were these people anyways!? Mad scientist bitch and her pet monster? The man had absorbed a D-ranked lightning attack like it was a static shock, and the man didn't display any after effects of the attack at all.

"That is well within Ojou-sama's abilities." Yori noted, she was simply talking aloud again it really didn't mean anything to him, her shinobi abilities were far more intelligence intensive, modular and pliable than his.

Yori wouldn't further interrupt his mistress, instead moving to another nearby counter, to brew tea, specifically Spiced Milk Tea, with a secret ingredient that made it a little more spicy. His own little work-space in the lab devoted solely to the service of Ami and all of the pursuits there in, a small makeshift kitchen and cleaning area. He was quick to add a small snack to go along with it, Chilled Albacore chunked of course in a heavy cream and fancy saltine crackers, arranged in a perfectly symmetrical pattern.

The faithful servant would present these things to Ami, not in her specific work-space but nearby, within arms reach, so that it wasn't interrupting her work but within arms reach if she wanted it she could have it instantly. It wasn't uncommon for Ami to ignore food and drink if she was onto something interesting, but this specimen she was dissecting didn't seem overly different than a few she'd dissected before.

"Yes... Of course... As expected..." Ami slowly mumbled to herself as she picked, prodded and sliced her way about the inner body cavity. It was only a few moments more before she withdrew her bloody hands and tools to once again set her instruments aside, though this time more permanently.

"I believe the serum is nearing perfection. There are only a few minor kinks left to iron out. This final subject will be all that I'll need before the final phase so nightly hunting will no longer be necessary. Set the body aside for future sample collection and weaponization. Sterilize the tools."

She paused to take a quick step to the side to grasp the cup of tea, careful not to allow it to slip from her blood-soaked fingers.

"For now, I pause to celebrate and reflect. I'm about to make history..."

"Should I warm up some Sake?" Yori asked without hesitation. If it was historic, then perhaps a toast was in order. Ami didn't imbibe much alcohol, it clouded the mind to much, Yori on the other hand enjoyed a drink every now and again, even if he was underage. A habit he'd actually picked up in Kiri when working unofficially under one of the Seven Swordsmen. It was a short lived period but was one that Yori looked back on fondly.

He would be quick to repackage the body, it would be vacuum sealed, flash frozen and stuffed into a deep freezer until Ami decided it was ready for re-animation through weaponization or she needed to pick it clean for more samples.

He really wasn't sure exactly what this serum was supposed to do, with his limited understanding. She'd come across information through backroom channels, some of which Yori knew about, but some of which she kept completely to herself as if he hadn't proven his trustworthiness over and over again for her. Did she only view him as a liability? Or simply as a tool?

"No," the feline spoke quickly with a few shakes of her head. "I'm not pausing so much to actually celebrate as to think on what's been done already. I can't have any mistakes."

Finally, she set the cup back down and walked to the nearby sink to wash her hands clean. Blood was hardly a big deal to her, but she wasn't so unsanitary as to attempt to eat what was laid out for her with contaminated fluids dripping all over everything. Once her hands were washed clean and sanitized, however, she wasted no time in popping one of the morsels Yori had prepared into her mouth. She didn't offer thanks or praise, but the lack of complaint would be enough to let him know that she was pleased with his offering.

"Very well Ojou-sama." Yori's response was quick and quiet as if waiting for her to say more. Maybe it was time for him to come out and ask. They'd been together a long time, and as much as he was her protector he was also her support and considering the powers she regularly played with and her recent almost single minded focus on this one task worried him.

"Ojou-sama what exactly is this Blood Serum supposed to do?" Yori asked almost timidly, he was expecting an almost brutal reply about his intelligence not being up to the task, but one doesn't spend every waking minute serving the most brilliant mind, perhaps in all history and not pick up a few things. She'd even given him an enhancement that broadened Yori's perception of his surroundings.

Maybe he was out of place to ask. But he just had to.

"It will end the world as we know it," Ami answered plainly as if it wasn't any big deal. "At least that's what I believe will happen. There are far too many variables in play to be one hundred percent certain. I feel the highest chance is in the end of the world, however." And she swallowed down another cube of fish.

Unlike most normal people who would jump to the conclusion that Ami was playing with fire and would ask her 'Why' she was doing this or if she was 'in her right mind' Yori simply nodded. "I see." He responded coldly, this was something very important for her to be spending so much time on it. "How can a blood Serum cause the end of the world?" Yori wasn't clear on that part. Was it some kind of disease?

"Ojou-sama has my support as always." He re-affirmed as if that would mean anything to her.

"With the proper chemicals and a subject suitable to act as a chakra battery, this serum should revive a long-defeated shinobi god. Of course, none of this has ever actually been attempted before so it's all theory with interspersed trial and error. Not only will it be a marvel of science to revive her after thousands of years, but it will also be fascinating to see how she adapts to her new surroundings... before she destroys them, of course."

Yori was intrigued. "Why would she destroy the world? How was she defeated in the first place?" If she really was a god, then who would have the might to bring her down except another god? And what happened to that god? Was their influence still in the world. Yori had many questions but he wouldn't bother with all of them sure that they would be answered in the coming time.

Crossing his arms he leaned against the table where she had worked before. "Do you wish to test your hypothesis tonight or wait until the morning." That would make the bandit suffer even more, a thought that brought a small smile to Yori's lips.

"I'd like you to draw a bath for me while I finish my thoughts," Ami responded dismissively, not bothering to answer any more of Yori's questions for her tonight regarding the subject in question. "I'll sleep on it and return to the project come morning."

At that she made her way toward the exit that would lead back up and into her home before pausing to glance back.

"...Bring the food and drink." And she continued, the lights turning out behind her to plunge the area into darkness aside from the unceasing glow of humming machines and computer screens here and there.

"Yes Ojou-sama." Yori stopped his thoughts as Ami gave him orders, weather his devotion was a product of his own will, her meddling or a mix of the two wasn't really even a thing to Yori he was her servant, and had taken a vow in that respect. He would see it through.

He would collect the food, turn out the lights, and head upstairs, placing the food outside the bathroom door, and quickly moving inside, turning on the fan as he passed, to draw up a hot bath. Yori let the water drain until it was as hot as it could be, then plugging the drain as not to let any cold water in. Then adding a modicum of bubble solution, in measured amount. Bath salts and oils were also a must, adding corresponding amounts to create a complex and pleasing scent and sensation to the bath. It was as perfect as he could make it, on his way out he quickly turned the fan off letting the bath bubble in silence.

On the stand outside the door, Yori would add an ice bath for the food, letting it chill the plate and a small hotplate for the tea, so it would be warm when she decided she'd had enough bathing.

Yori would then quickly attend the lab, double checking the locks, and security measures, making sure all the samples were stored properly and sweeping the floor so it would be clean for tomorrows work before returning to the bathroom door if Ami needed anything else, and waiting quietly.

Ami attended to this and that as she waited for Yori to finish drawing her bath. Once he'd departed to take care of the cleaning down in the laboratory she wasted little time in stripping down as she made her way for the bathroom, leaving a trail of her clothing along the way until she was finally able to step her way into the tub for a nice, relaxing bath to assist in her reverse engineering process.

With a sound more like a contented kitten than a woman, Ami allowed herself to sink into the water, the bubbles drifting about just under her eyes. Despite the relaxed appearance of her body, her mind continued to race at speeds most humans could never even dream of, connecting or disconnecting this or that in her head as she went through her entire creative process with a fine-toothed comb. She was nearing the end now...

Ami agreed with herself with a slow nod, pleased with her work and the speed in which she'd managed to do it. It was almost time to enact the greatest experiment the world had ever known! Absentmindedly, Ami let a wide grin cross her features as she thrust her fist triumphantly into the air before hesitating at the realization of her excited gesturing and letting the arm fall back below the field of bubbles concealing her form.

Ami heard Yori as he returned to the bathroom door as he often did, her ears perking at the sound of his footsteps.

"Set out my evening clothes, would you?"

"Yes Ojou-sama." Was Yori's only response to Ami's instruction. She was feeling really well tonight, she often didn't show her true feelings, preferring to focus on being completely balanced and unexcited as possible. He'd spent enough time around her to know that the uninterested cat-girl was more cat in her curiosity. Then again that was most likely what made her a great scientist.

And the Migraine was back, with a vengeance, Yori didn't remember much just the sudden onset. Blinking he'd only been stunned by the pain, but it'd managed to take him off his feet just as he'd stepped into the mistresses room. Pushing himself to his feet, Yori shook his head to clear the fuzzy cloud of being stunned with the pain of his migraine. This was thankfully only a once a week occurrence, though she'd tried to fix the problem, it was a glitch in the way his new body chemistry processed certain chemical combinations.

He'd learned to live with the pain. It was a fact of life that didn't slow Yori down, he didn't blame Ami by any means. She had given him so much, all in the guise of making him more useful to her.

Selecting the finest quality silk night gowns, custom tailored to Ami for a steal. It was easy to strong arm someone when you could crush their skull with two fingers and a thumb. He would place them on her bed, laid out as nicely as he could. It was all easy especially when you knew Ami's sized like he did. Observation was just as big a part of his job as hers.

With that task completed the manservant would return to the door and wait patiently for her next command.

It was some time before Ami finally made her way out of the bathroom wrapped tightly in a long, luxurious towel, her fingers and toes wrinkled from soaking in the warm water and her hair down and waterlogged, hanging heavily off her head.

She cast her slave an expectant glance as she passed to observe his choice for the evening. She anticipated that he knew what to do next without explicitly stating her desires. They'd been through this a thousand times. Her hair wouldn't dry itself, after all.

Yori would be quick to move behind Ami with brush and blow dryer in hand, set to low heat, and medium velocity. This was per Ami's instruction, to keep her hair from taking damage and looking as good as it possibly could with as few products as possible. Yori allowed his hair to simply air dry when he had to bathe. It would only be a few moments before Ami's hair was completely dried and combed, showing a healthy natural shine, thanks to the daily brushing the knots weren't prevalent. "Was your bath refreshing?"

After the task was complete, Yori would drain and give the bathroom a quick clean, while Ami changed into her night wear.

He wouldn't really have time to himself until she was fast asleep. Until then she was completely in his care.

With her hair and body dried and Yori in her bathroom to take care of the tub water, Ami dared to drop her towel and dress, letting out a brief, contented purr at the feeling of the perfectly fitted silk draped down her form.

Once she was settled she'd bring along the dish and cup of tea to accompany her to her desk, taking a seat to begin writing notes, observations and anything else she felt was noteworthy to catalog for the day.

"You're free to do as you please now. If I have further need of you I'll be certain to summon you..." Ami spoke absently the moment Yori emerged from the bathroom, her ears picking up his steps and swiveling about to catch every sound. "Make sure you get plenty of rest. We have quite a lot on our plate tomorrow."

The man servant wasn't much for sleep. She'd changed so much about his body chemistry that sleep didn't come often to him. Mostly cat naps to deal with migraines, and a few hours every night were all he needed to be recharged. In the down time when she dismissed him, he would get to chores, the house wouldn't clean itself when he was attending Ami. He would get right away to his duties.

Sweeping, mopping, dusting, and even a little late night shopping were in order tonight. Along with Laundry and some personal training time. Yori really needed to learn a clone technique.

He would also get to the prep work on tomorrows breakfast, so all he would have to do is cook it and not gather ingredients.

But he wouldn't get that far.

Half way through the dusting the man collapsed, he'd been dusting the drapes above the couch in the main room. His fall wasn't noiseless but was muffled enough to sound like him taking a break and falling into his seat. Which wasn't far off. The Migraine had returned this time with a vengeance, its overwhelming onset had caused him to pass out. Agony twisted face buried in the satin cushions of the fluffy furniture.

Yori awoke a few hours later just before dawn, shaking off the haze that he'd been left in. Stretching. He looked at the clock on the wall. He'd have to skip the rest of dusting and jump on breakfast if there was to be anything for his Mistress to eat in the morning. She was far more cranky than usual if she didn't have breakfast. With that Yori snatched his jacket from the closet and was out the door.

The Ojou-sama's nose would be the thing to awaken her. Fresh baked Lemon-Poppyseed muffins, Ojou-sama's tastes were elegant and refined. Sizzling bacon, crisp but flexible the only way bacon should be served. And freshly hand-squeezed Orange juice, with most of the larger parts of pulp filtered out so as not to take away from the experience of sipping the beverage. Yori had already packed lunch and done the prep work for dinner. He'd timed it just perfectly as the sun was breaching the horizon.

There would be no need to physically wake his mistress, like any other time she'd come when she was ready to eat. He'd just let her know that the food was ready, by cooking it and letting the scent roll through the home.

Ami mumbled hazily in her sleep as she began to stir from a deep slumber. A few minutes later and she finally allowed her eyes to lazily drift open, sitting up in bed with a long yawn and a good stretch of her arms.

Wait... was that muffin... floating?!

"Shit!" the very much hunted scientist swore out loud, immediately striking the button built into the side of her nightstand that set off alarms blaring through the entire house. With such a sizeable bounty placed on her head, dead or alive, she could never afford to be too careful. Her doors and windows immediately began to lock down with reinforced bars as the woman herself took hold of the emergency scalpel she kept under her pillow.

The unknown intruder had yet to react to Ami's own reactions, remaining silent and stationary if the partially-eaten muffin was any indication.

It took Yori a moment too long as he'd just finished setting the table and looking over the prepared food and realizing that he actually knew how to count, and of the half dozen muffins he'd baked mostly for Ami, that there were only five in existence on the cooling rack in the kitchen.

Huh.

After a quick check for crumbs on his person it hit Yori like a ton of Bricks. He was too slow. His hand was just short of the emergency button when the Intruder alarm sounded.

Ojou-sama!

It would be almost instantaneous as Yori filled Ami's doorway, his roiling indignation obvious in the features of his face, rolling pin in hand and death glare in his eyes, except that... there was nobody to glare at, except a muffin. A floating Poppy-seed muffin that he'd made with tender love and care for his mistress. He was VERY tempted to shout 'Drop it!' but that would have been detrimental to applying the rolling pin for its impromptu purpose.

What the exact hell was going on here?