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Wanderlust
Fandom: Naruto
Character: Kabuto Yakushi
Prompt: Hi, I’m back from the summer. Time to write and post my shit all over again. There is way too little Kabuto stuff out there. 
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You were done with everything. Just everything. Life, family, friends, work. Everything. Packing your things fervently you had impulsively gotten yourself a van, threw your basic necessities inside and started to drive. Away from whatever it was that had held you down, from all the little stresses in your life, the annoyances, the nuisances. It was honestly a freeing experience. With the engine humming, the landscape changing, and nothing to worry about but your next destination you found yourself lonely.
Though you could finally visit all of the places on your bucket list you found that there was no one to share the experience with. When you were consulting the map to see which direction you had to take you wished that there was a buddy to whom you could talk to, discuss which road to take. Fast road, scenic road? There were so many options, so much time. It turned lonely.
That all changed when you found a young man at the side of the road. With a huge backpack on his back and his thumb in the air he was unmistakably a lifter. One with an unknown destination, but as you had no itinerary it didn’t matter much where he was heading. Another impulsive action was made as you steered over and decided to pick up this stranger.
“Where are you headed?” you asked the gray haired man. He was a handsome lad, maybe a little nerdy with his big round glasses, but the confident smile and decisiveness in his face disputed the shy trope. Accompanied with the huge backpack on his back you just knew that this was a man of adventure. Whatever had happened for him to end up in this place, whatever his story was, you were eager to hear it.
“As far as you will take me,” he responded simply and you shrugged. It was as good an answer as any for you had no destination either. Throwing open your passengers door you let him enter your humble abode, throwing the bag into the back. By the wear and tear of his bag you figured that he had been on the road for a while, making you all the more curious in what his story would be.
“It is a little cramped, but I have an extra room in the back of the van,” you informed the man with a smile. “You can even lock it,” you added. 
Quirking a brow the man gave you an eye as he settled himself down in the passengers seat, arms crossed as if ready to interrogate.
“How nice of you, but wouldn’t you want that privacy for yourself?”  
“What should I call you?” you hummed as you started the engine again, dodging the question. There was a reason why you hadn’t taken the room, but your travel companion didn’t need to know about it for now. He would understand soon enough anyway. 
“Just in case I gotta report you,” you continued with a teasing wink before taking a turn.
Giving you an amused smile the man widened his eyes a little before folding back into a carefully set face. A practiced poker face you could tell. Though still you found no reason to distrust the stranger you had picked up, if only it was by his kind smile.
“Kabuto. Yakushi.”
The pause it took him to dig up the name sounded almost uncertain. As if he wasn’t quite sure who he was himself. Giving him another look you decided that he didn’t look dimwitted enough to explain the slow speech before giving him another grimace.
“Nice, how long did you have to think of that?” you quipped back, but decided to let the case rest. “Call me [Name],” you introduced yourself simply.
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