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"Poke around," He grumbles to himself, mocking the tone of the poor T&I runner that gave this to him. "See if you can figure it out. It's all. Fucking. Nonsense." The last few words are punctuated by Genma thumping his head down onto the table. "Ugh."

This is why he didn't usually bother with seals. He was the one that found the thing, anyways, even if he supposes his involvement now is a last resort. The parchment smells like ink and vaguely like sundried hay. Genma sighs, picking himself up to squint at the stupid thing again, rubbing the mark of slightly smudged ink off of where it had imprinted on his forehead.

He's just in time to see the flash that engulfs him, sending him toppling to the ground. His voice cracks, dropping an octave instead of his usual yell of surprise.

If I die by this fucking assignment, Ibiki is getting his ass haunted so hard—

Pain lances through where his forehead had come in contact with the seal. It splits and races up to the sides of his head, then down to his ears in an itching, stinging wave of heat. Genma makes a deeply uncomfortable sound as he pants against a weight on his chest and a foreign ache in his lower back as his spine lengthens into a swishing tail. It's over as quickly as it began, leaving Genma panting on the floor of the lab.

He stands on shaky legs, one hand coming up to gingerly tug his bandana off where it's pinching his ears. His center of balance is off ever so slightly, enough that Genma frowns as he looks in the mirrored surface of one of the nearby freezers.

Twin little horns curl up from his bangs. Not like devil horns— these remind him of a sheep. Or a cow. His ears are different, now long and floppy and twitching as he blinks, drooping low on either side of his head. Behind him, a velvety soft tail swishes at the floor. Definitely cow, part of him notes.

Duh, the rest of him hisses back. You've got tits. Decently sized ones, too, having shoved the zipper down on his flak vest to frame his new, well sized endowments, just barely hidden by his undershirt.

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The house, now packed into boxes and those into scrolls upon scrolls upon scrolls, ready to go at a moment's notice.

The notebooks. Harmless ones. Ones demanded of him to create. Ones that nobody asked for, nobody but the twisted psyche of a man that only saw science and not the lives it required to be sacrificed in the process.

The lab, in the basement. Bodies mangled and cobbled back together, half melted but alive or something close to it. He learned his lesson from Orochimaru's failure. Keep your nose under the radar. Never take from the village, never keep the bodies to rot. Finish your work. Burn everything. Grind the bones and burn that too.

He left Genma with his thirst for knowledge. A curiosity with a death toll far higher than the cat. What if, what if, what if...

How much can a body take? How to distill chemical components, neurotransmitters broken down into their most base form. How to refine and refine and refine in a basement locked away from the world, so soundproofed that nobody notices for months.

He bottles sensations. Pain in it's purest form. Heat without fire. Burning ice, without the cold. Paralytics that have no cure, no way to stop them as they melt every nerve they touch. Happiness in it's most raw form, the kind that drives you to madness. Ecstasy that kills when you drown in it.

He makes a different set of mistakes, and Genma doesn't feel like being hunted. When additions to his arsenal show up, ones that weren't made in Konoha's lab, people start asking questions. Genma lies about overtime hours and fudges the timecards to prove it, but he needs to move. Now.

He doesn't wait to be caught. The lab goes up in smoke, and the loyal Tokujo Shiranui Genma along with it. He leaves an unrecognizable body behind, just the right build. His childhood home held many secrets, Genma learns. They go up in smoke along with the memories, as he vanishes into the night.

He has work to do. Work worth millions. Work he refuses to let any village put a stop to, simply because they can't control it. Work that he's going to use to revolutionize biowarfare as anybody knows it.