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A deep breathing erupted from the silence of the library tearing asunder the very peace and tranquility that the silent fire produced. The heavy breathing curled and twisted into a violent cough and heavy wheeze as the dark figure's chest surged up an down. The beak stretched into the air above the coach shaking violently as the head of the young boy inside surged forward and back. Wistfully asleep the Doctor was entirely unaware of his coughing, and his lack of air. The experiment had begun. The intense mixture of burning Lysergic acid diethylamide, oxygen, lavender, tobacco, and water vapor filled the mask completely surrounding all of the Cain's face. The chakra flow of the purifier had been cut off in his unconscious state, allowing for the gases to enter his body unfiltered. Should the experiment lose control and the Doctor's mind or health find itself at risk his fail safe would arrive within time to remove the mask. More times than the Doctor would like to admit Anastasia had saved his life. When short on subjects the creature's studies could not be halted, when in a pinch self experimentation was necessary before a true experiment could be performed.

Sleep Section 4 Experiment 7 Extended exposure to psychedelic drugs and complimenting chemicals. The Doctor lay in his musk of smoke holding holding in one hand instructions and and in the other a syringe filled with a strange red goo. If things went according to plan the Doctor should awaken 30 minutes after the beginning of the experiment with a complicated headache and a first had experience on the effects of one of the most psychedelic drugs known to man. This drug was known for several negative side effects and addictive properties, thus made it worth experimenting. A man made drug had been placed in the hands of the common people and such a substance could easily be morphed from form to form allowing for a potent weapon. Any weapon could be dulled. The Doctor's studies would further not only the use of the drug itself but the containment and treatment for the drug. The syringe that rested with the red goo was the prototype of the Doctor's counter effect to the LSD. This was a common practice for the Doctor, to understand the effects of chemicals on the body by watching was not nearly as efficient as the actual experience. As he lay on the comforting coach his mind ripped from his body spiraling into a void of chaos and disorder. From within in mind colors erupted that he had never seen before, mental notes fell from thought to visions, to sounds, to tastes. He could feel every aspect of his physical being and much further. His mind danced in circles around the numbers and chemical builds that erupted out of mere space.

With a sound mind and weeks of research he was barely able to separate the experiences with reality. He had left his body behind not even realizing the physical torment that his lungs fought through. Mental torment through a fight against the images and distorted creatures and the ideas what appeared to be mutated and corrupted human figures filled the Doctor's very being. As his image of himself filed through the manifestation of chemical compounds and coding his robes disintegrated mid stride. Within the multicolored void the Doctor's skin peeled away revealing his full anatomy. Layer by layer he peeled clean till there was no physical form remaining. Merely his essence and invisible force was left staring at the empty vessel before him. As if the lights had turned off and the sun ceased to burn all light was replaced with darkness.

Remaining within the infinite pool of nothing there three beings. One a familiar sight, a large black waxy robe that draped as ominous as the reaper's cloak with a wooden elongated beak and hollow soulless glass lenses peering forward. Next was a sight that The Doctor had forbidden himself to see. The imagery of Cain's true physical body stood with solid white eyes. Every muscle relaxed with the revealing scars and numerous pin p***k holes that decorated the arms, legs, and neck. The final image being one of indescribable beauty, an essence nearly invisible that radiated life and consciousness. "Pursuit..." A haunting demonic crackle sounded forth the single word. The echoing presence of the voice shook the very fabric of reality. "Evolution..." The next voice was one of powerful emotion as if backed by an eternity of pain and tears. The shaking of reality ceased as the voice spoke and vision returned allowing for an image of the world to decorate space once more. "Purpose..." Came forth the final voice, a serenading melodic presence that filled the world with beauty and peace. From this voice sprung forth trees and plants all around. "Nothing can stop us..." These final words rang forth from all voices. The mixing sounds of passionate music, desperate tortured voices, and unrealistic blood curling robotics sent a wave of energy surging throughout the world.

After the decimation standing in the center where the three images had been remained only Doctor Cain Fuuma. "Hydrogen... Helium... Lithium... Beryllium..." The list of the periodic table of elements continued until the Doctor had recited them all. "Enough! This is enough!" The Doctor flexed his arms surging forth a wave of emotion, presence, being, and effort in all directions casting aside all thought. As the wave erased all of existence once more nothing remained... no essence... no form... only nothing. Elegance followed in suit with the indescribable beauty of a trillion instruments resounded in the unending abyss. It was by far the most powerful experience he could ever recall. The exclusion of all existence had filled the void with nothing but the echoing sounds of an infinite orchestra. Hours upon hours of music filed through the void, all sounds and waves that the Doctor had never heard in life slowly faded and resounded until a final sound could be heard. Within the nothingness only the sound of a single violin played soothing all of the chaotic activities that had ensued.

The Doctor arose from the satin cushions peering forth at reality once more. The imagery of the chaos had vanished as well as the music. A single presence did remain in the immediate area that drew the focus of the Doctor's cluttered mind. "Good evening Doctor. Was the experiment a success?" The calm protective voice of Anastasia filled the Doctor's auditory senses. With the slow casual turn of the beak the glass lenses reflected the image of the blind woman for no one to properly see. "A fine success..." An unfamiliar voice vibrated from the exposed lips of the young man behind the mask. "It seems that many people experiment with this chemical for something far deeper than an understanding of its potential. It is strange... It seems that it ventures more into consciousness and thought than I intended. Further study is required but I will not be performing them on myself..." As he looked to the side sticking from his arm was a randomly placed needle with its contents removed. "The more I think the more I question why I wrote instructions... was I perhaps willing to allow this Collé girl to bring me back...?" With a swift jerk the thin metal of the syringe ripped free from the Doctor's flesh. As the needle removed the flow of chakra to his arm resumed and even allowed for a much smoother flow of energy. "I thank you Anastasia." The coach scooted back as the Doctor rose to his feet and slid down his mask.

"If you would... please prepare a meal for our guest... I will be performing further examinations in the lab..." The synthetic voice echoed within the vast shelves of the elegant library. The soft and emotionless eyes of the woman stared towards him and the soft young lips allowed a sorrowful frown. From these emotional lips slowly came forth an uneasy, "Master Cain... why must you hide your voice even around me...?" The unease in her voice seemed almost familiar, an echo of the physical manifestations tearful expressions within the Doctor's mentality. Without a sound the shadowy robes turned and slowly walked away. "I will do as you asked..." The now hollow voice of Anastasia slowly released the words with a heavy sigh. The Doctor was quick in pace as he had always been and without missing a step he walked the invisible trail he had traversed day after day, hour after hour. 17 stair steps, a 120 degree turn of the solid brass knob, and the final descent of 28 stairs left the haunting image on the cold stone floor of the underground laboratory. This chemical has great potential... with the gaseous formulation and the addition of a thinning gas, perhaps as simple as oxygen, this chemical could very well produce an effect similar to the illusions of Genjutsu. The echoing steps of the cold stone under the Doctor's boots came to a halt and was quickly followed with the loud bang of two cloth gloves slamming their palms to the surface of a table.

The shaking and rumbling of the table produced the sound of glass cracking against glass and soon a casual dripping echoed through the hall. The Doctor stood with his beak aimed at the table and his robes shaking violently. On the table a pool of blue an green liquids spiraled into a vortex of color. The purified air filled the Doctor's lungs as his chest clawed for air violently. He had gone thirty minutes with minute amounts of oxygen and survived, he was lucky to pass on with the damage he had already received. Without hesitation the violently shaking gloves of the man struck out grabbing hold of corked vial of a purple and clear mixture of gases. The free appendage flashed to the side of the beak twisting open the filter of the beak as the Doctor simultaneously removed the cork. The sudden and violent motions followed through as the vial was placed against the now open filter.

Within seconds the purple and clear gases surged forth from the vial leaving behind an empty glass shell. The chemicals within the gases filled the Doctor's lungs and the tissue within his lungs quickly healed. "Amazing... Oxygen, chakra, and carbonsedativedioxin... a healing gas... very potent... but only in small doses." The shaking abruptly stopped and with a long exhale the switch of the filter fell back into place. Now, to contain a sample of this Lysergic acid diethylamide. I will experiment on uses as a potential poison, perhaps inhaled... perhaps ingested... The Doctor's chakra surged around a small container that possessed a cube of what almost appeared to the chalk. The chakra pressed down destroying the original shape of the substance into a now compact and tightly formated packet. I have a guest to attend to... The figure turned back from the table and with the ebony cane pointed down at the built up pool of green dripping slime that had spilled from the table. A bubble appeared around goop and rose to the table. As if time itself had reversed the chemicals separated, and returned the the knocked over vials that once contained them. The calm echo of boots moved in rhythm with the ticking of the extravagant oak grandfather clock that hid in the shadows of the dark hall. The metal spiral stairs rattled and clanged against the wall as the Doctor ascended to the main hall. With the calm turn of the knob and the screech of the slowly opening door the dark figure emerged once more from his study.

The doctor had not but heard the final click of the mechanism lock within the door before the sounds of feet dancing down the stairs filled his thoughts. The ominous figure turn and peered down once more at the girl before him. He towered over her as he did most and with the beak turned down ever so slightly towards her he listened intently. Her problem seemed one he personally had little remedy for. The Doctor attempted a solution in his mind but the clutter of experience and adrenaline made it rather difficult and complex. "I do not possess such clothing..." The robotic voice leaked the words from the speakers allowing for his disappointing news. "All I may offer for you... is that Anastasia will be able to clean your clothing... for now she is busy preparing food..." The draping cloth sleeves lay limp at the sides of the extraordinary figure tipped with five shiny black fingers. "Help yourself to a room... if you wish you may rest there until your clothes are done... if you do not wish such actions... your figure is similar to that of Anastasia, I could perhaps request an outfit from her... what ever comforts you."

Behind the mask Cain's voice sounded as hollow and emotionless as the robotic simulation he shared with the world but held in it now an ever so slight sense of anguish, adrenaline, and a minute increase in talk speed. The synthetic vocalizations held many purposes to the Doctor and one of the main purposes was to hide the emotion and expressions from all those around him, and even from himself. The experience within the depths of his subconscious had left the Doctor in a far more tattered disposition that he even realized. The images and deep messages he had experienced pressed against the back of his mind attempting to free themselves from the prioritized formula and studies. The experience over shadowed by the effect and potential withing the Doctor's mind and the repression of his humanity lead to yet another passive battle within him. It was a battle he had fought long ago. His daily routine had been designed around dehumization and optimizing his use of time and substances. The Doctor slowly walked around the well toweled girl and paid no attention to her appearance not even a second glance, "Shall I call for Anastasia...?"

The cold lenses of the thick mask sat stagnantly forward as the girl spoke. Her commentary on the wearing of the same clothes being unhealthy. After years of wearing and preparing his robes the Doctor had found the perfect compound for sterilization and a wax preservative. His perfected suit was something that held grand efficiency but he had little knowledge or care on how comfortable such clothing would be. Perhaps his preserves and chemical detergents left the clothes stiff and rugged. The more he thought of it the more he realized how stiff his robes were. It was far from uncomfortable but this could easily have been due to the years of desensitation. The Doctor watched silently as the young girl ascended the stairs and disappeared into the closing room. The Doctor began to make his way towards the kitchen where Anastasia resided. Upon entering smoke bellowed from the room and fogged up the lenses upon the mask.

"Anastasia... when you have time... our guest is in need of clothing... would you be willing to part with an outfit for a few days...?" The robot voice hummed and popped with the request and the woman turned towards him, "I suppose I have spare clothing. I do not wear many outfits appearance seems like something of little importance within this home, would you not agree?" She gave a laugh referring to her own blindness and the Doctor's apathy towards physical appearance. "If you will retrieve which ever clothing it is you are willing to part with... I will bring them to her..." Anastasia was quick with her response, a saddened expression followed by a bow before she rushed off towards her quarters. The Doctor moved behind the mostly blind servant with a casual pace slowly watching her disappear and reappear from the room returning with a small pile of neatly folded clothing. The Doctor paid little attention to the appearance of the garments and moved without haste towards the stairs. It was certainly not a long venture but it was one he was as unfamiliar with as traversing the village. The Doctor possessed a miniature mansion and yet only made use of three rooms and hall. It was easy to see that the Doctor possessed a minimalist life style and took great strides towards that life. Two slow casual knocks resounded on either side of the door. "I have brought your clothing..."

The folds of the clothing draped down from the thick robes that held them up. The simi-elegance of the dress was nothing to scoff at though it was far from a ballroom dress' overly dramatic apparel. It was a rather basic dress though one that could easily accent a young woman's beauty. The Doctor never truly appreciated clothing it always seemed nothing more than another form of flawed technology that in and of itself had evolved into the human's sensations of individuality and in the common eye had lost most practicality. From the opposite side of the thick oak door a simple response could be heard, the general assurance that the knocks had not fallen on deaf ears. The movements of the girl always seemed rather flighty and ever so slightly energetic. It almost seemed as if the girl's voice, movements, and every action flowed with a perfect rhythm. As the quiet clicking of the door knob filled the air the door slowly slid open. Upon the other side was the young girl as expected. She remained comfortably covered by her towel though it seemed something strange did occur. The Doctor had not expected to be invited into the room where the girl would surely be dressing though it truly held little signification. Her hands most likely unable to comfortably take the dress while supporting the towel and almost assuredly once the clothes rested on the dresser the Doctor would need to make his leave.

The room was as elegant an fine crafted as the Doctor had remembered it though his mind did not dwell on the subject long. "The dress is adjustable... though if it is not comfortable your clothing will be clean by the end of dinner..." From the long beak came the usual voice for the world a synthetic monstrosity of a crackling sound where any sign of humanity within it had been snuffed out, but for Collé the voice was that of a hollow intent with stagnant tone and a repressed sense of emotion. "Once you are dressed... your dinner should be ready... I will make my leave..." The Doctor rested the long article of old fashion upon the head of the dresser allowing the long skirt to rest over the edge before he turned to make his retreat. As his back turned to the girl a sound filled the main hall and traversed through the open doorway to meet with Cain and Collé. The sound of brass upon brass as a knock at the door rang out several times. The knocking was followed by the hurried shuffling of the blind maid. Two voices could be heard within the other room though they smoke rather quietly if one was to listen very hard it could be heard, "Mail for Doctor Fuuma. A letter of graduation, a matter of personal assign, and... a delivery..." the final notification of mail came with a rather shaky and uncomfortable tone far different than that of the previous two. "Please come in, you may set the box over there." the basic follow up from experienced Anastasia. The Doctor made way through the doorway towards the upper balcony before peering down at two men dressed in basic shinobi outfits. Sitting on the floor between the men was a long wooden box of a shanty wood. The black color of the wood only accented the imagery of a nearly rotten box. From above the lenses followed the two men as they casually left the home. "Doctor! It seems another donation has been made!" The calling card of the woman after having received hundreds of packages that matched this one. Sitting in the center of the room was a coffin with two scrolls atop it.

The coffin itself held little detail or design. The simple black wooden box nailed shut held within exactly what most coffins did and with such simple display it nearly shocked the Doctor. Within is old village bodies were brought in a well crafted coffin made to fit the one within, this village seemed far less formal. The chaos of battling for control and and scrambling attempts at organizations and governmental power must have left little worry for the preservation of the dead. The room was dead silent once the doors had ceased movement and from the silence the incomplete stammerings of the confused girl could easily be heard. From the ground floor the eyes of the woman within the maid's outfit turned to meet with those of the young girl for only a moment before Collé turned her attention to the Doctor once more. Anastasia stood silent unsure of what the Doctor had intended the girl to know and unsure of what the nature of this delivery was all together. From atop the balcony the draping robes began to move, the pace much slower than the usual. As the figure slowly turned from its direct view of the box a glove stretched to the side of the beak. Click, "It seems this village is far less... discrete." A new voice rang from the figure now. The voice though still artificial held none of the fear and mechanical sounds the previous had. Now the voice held an ambiance, a powerful deep voice that complimented the slow speaking of the Doctor. The imagery of the black robes as dark as death itself was easily overpowered by an overwhelming display from the voice, "Collé, I am a Doctor... My specialty is chemistry.. and mass disease." The Doctor's words came with long pauses paying compliment to the grave nature of the situation. "In my old village I was charged with the autopsy of the dead... airborne disease was the main thing feared where I lived... no one dared touch a body..." The slow thumps of the Doctor's boots came to a halt with the final thud upon the ground floor. "I do not share much about myself... as I am sure you are just as uninterested in hearing as I am sharing... but if you are to stay here... you might want precautions..." As the Doctor remained at the base of the stairs a rustling was heard from the coffin as Anastasia gathered the two scrolls. With a quick and silent pace she carried the parchments over to her master and gently passed on the letters.

A violent sound of a scroll being ripped open tore through the silence and the Doctor stood peering over the stretched paper. "Congratulations are in order Doctor Cain Fuuma. You have graduated the academy of the Hidden Sound Village. May your career as a shinobi and a medic be a worth while investment. Your first assignment will arrive shortly." The deep monotone voice read the contents aloud before rolling the message up once again. "Rather slow on their deliveries..." Upon the second scroll a special wax seal had been placed to seal it. The seal itself was that of the current leader of the Sound Village, an indication of a much more personal and official business. The second scroll was dropped into the pocket the draping figure. "I was not expecting business so soon... forgive my lack of preemptive warning." As he spoke his gloved appendage crossed his chest resting upon his heart with a bow. "Anastasia, please go clean yourself immediately and finish the preparations of our guests meal." The beak shifted from the attention of the maid back to Collé as the woman shuffled off as instructed. "My hospitality will know no bounds... I have interest in your talents... I wish to keep you around." The Doctor was fully aware of the unbelievable amount of discomfort one might feel when faced with such revelations though he cared little for comfort. "You are free to leave, you are free to stay... staying comes with an exchange, not charity..." As the Doctor spoke he knelt down grabbing hold of one of the few wooden knobs along the side of the coffin and drug it towards the door to his lab. Upon the side of the wall he slid his gloved digits until they gripped hold a small notch. With a swift upper lift a long compartment similar to a safe was revealed. The figure knelt down listing the coffin into the wall. The casual closure of the wall left no signs that a dead body had ever rested upon the floor. "I have much to share if you are to stay... I had not intended for such adversities to take effect whilst you remained... you make enjoy your meal and stay the night, you have all the time in the world to make a decision..."