“Does it look okay?” I asked, holding up my braided hair with my flawless hands. Kabuto laughed quietly but nodded. I sent him a glare and dropped my hair.

This wasn't fair, I thought grimly to myself. I was the prince, the superior to all of these people in the hideout, yet I get sent on this humiliating quest?!

Let's rewind a little bit. Father, or in other words Orochimaru, has come to my chambers with a piece of paper. He smiled at me and gave the paper to me. The page read this: Go to Konoha disguised as a girl and watch over Sasuke.' I scowled at my dad as he pointed to the door.

“Go to Kabuto, now.” he said sternly.

And that brings us to present time. Me forcing myself to allow Kabuto to dress me as an upper classed lady, having me put on a little stupid bra with socks filling the cup as my 'breasts'. I wore a red shirt that covered everything- even my very toned stomach which I usually have showing off at all times. My pants were black shorts that went to my knees and my now shaved legs were showing, and they never usually show.

To put it straight, this was very uncomfortable. I almost couldn't stand the embarrassment. This was definitely putting my pride and ego to the test.

“Okay, you look girlish enough, now take this shot, and you will sound like a girl.” Kabuto held up a small syringe that was filled with weird orange liquid. I groaned but held out my arm allowing him to inject the fluid into me. The slightest poke didn't disturb me, it was when he put the liquid through my body and I could literally feel it travel to my throat. That disturbed me.

“What the fuck-” my throat suddenly hurt very badly, and I held it. Then the coughing came. At first it was just a plain manly cough, but by the time I was done, it was a girls voice coughing. It was like I couldn't stop coughing.

“This will last a month, so I'll put a few more shots in your pack.” Kabuto told me and I held up my hand giving him the okay. I couldn't speak without gagging myself with my coughs. “Also, the coughing is normal, just give it a few more minutes and you'll stop.”

I couldn't breathe at all, when I tried to take in air, coughing cut it off.

Then just like that, the coughing stopped, and I could breathe.

“That-” My voice was so girlish. I was actually shocked that the shot worked so well. “This is actually kind of cool.” I admitted. I had to say, I'm impressed.

Kabuto handed me my pack and escorted me out of the hideout. We passed too many experiments gone wrong in my opinion, for walking such a short distance to the elevator door. Twenty-three I counted. All of which were mutilated.

It was almost sad, but too bad I was used to it to the point that I didn't care. It wasn't always this way though. I used to care about quite a few people here. Well that was before I had to kill them all for dad, because dad believed I had gotten too attached to those people.

Dad treats everybody except me like trash. These days, I just found it funny to watch people get tortured in inhuman ways. I found it especially funny when their limbs get ripped off, and the screams of agony come.

I saw almost as sick and twisted as Father was. Key word is almost. I still cared, I still had somewhat of a heart. I wasn't cold blooded, and I wouldn't ever hurt a comrade.

We made it up the elevator in one piece, now we were outside in the desert area. I was pointed a direction by Kabuto and I started walking in the heat.

Oh sweet baby Korean Jesus it was hot.