Daigo struggled to escape the ropes that bound him to a very uncomfortable chair. The room he was in was dark, except for one very annoying light shinning down on him from the ceiling. The last thing he remembered was waking up to go to the bathroom, and then the sound of footsteps behind him, followed by an odd smell filling his nostrils. Some sort of knock-out gas, he assumed. Somebody had kidnapped him… And he had a good idea as to who it was.

Sure enough, the shadowy outline of Lord Kabuto soon appeared in front of him from the shadows. "Good evening, Daigo…" the corrupt noble crooned. His face was obscured by darkness, but the light from the ceiling reflected eerily off of his grinning teeth.

"Kabuto…" Daigo growled, narrowing his eyes at the figure in front of him. "Let me guess… You kidnapped me so you could torture information out of me about Lord Shinjo, right?"

"Not exactly…" the outline of Kabuto's head shifted from side to side.

"You want to try and convince me to join you in taking over?" Daigo snarled. "Good luck… I'll never help you…"

"You assume too much…" Kabuto chuckled.

"You want to gloat before you kill me, since you figure my death will spread confusion and paranioa amongst Lord Shinjo's followers and cause him to lose support?" Daigo arched an eyebrow. Why was he here?

"No, no, no… Although, I will have to remember that idea for later use…" Kabuto's shadowy figure struck a thinking pose for a moment. "No, my plans for you are much… much simpler…"

"What do you want from me, then?!" Daigo yelled, angry and confused about what was going on.

"Heh heh heh…" Kabuto chuckled. "Daigo… I think you know exactly what I want…"

Daigo could only stare in horror as the shadowy figure of Kabuto began to unbutton its shirt.

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