It seemed silent rooms had become a staple in Akatsuki's life. The room was strange. Most items within the space looked to be handcrafted one-of-a-kind antiques from before the industrial revolution, while others seemed to come straight from a sci-fi movie. At a closer look, the room meshed well, even if it was a bit childish.
The faded, almost charcoal purple comforter was well made and warm it had the quality only a handspun product could, and as he looked around, Akatsuki could tell that all the fabric in the room was of the same grade. A seethrough lavender princess-like canopy decorated the bed and was tied with deep charcoal-colored bows and ribbons. The color purple was repeated within the room in almost all the fabric. Akatsuki was a fan of the color, but he found it a bit...
"Excessive?" He mused, tasting the sound of his voice once more. It sounded high and young, and despite his tone, it felt like the melody of an enthusiastic youth. It was a voice he could get used to with time, not that he had a choice in the matter right now.
Akatsuki scanned the room, his eyes landing on a large shelf on the left side of the room. A variety of stuffed animals decorated the frame. Animals of all kinds, some of which Akatsuki had never seen, sat on the shelf. Under it sat dolls and a large number of toys, each handcrafted. It only furthered his assertion of how childish the room appeared.
Unfortunately, the room had no mirrors or reflective surfaces, so he didn't know his appearance, but he could make a few observations. His skin was fair, pale even as if he had avoided the sun most of his life. Long black hair rolled down his back and shoulders, and it was lightweight and straight on closer inspection. Akatsuki's body was skinny, and although there was a bit of muscle, he lacked the pockets of fat a regular healthy diet would provide.
All in all, the room and his appearance stumped him; Akatsuki had no clue where on earth he was, nor did he understand why someone would go through the trouble of putting him in this body, a woman's body.
'Do they truly think putting me in a weak body could stop me?' Akatsuki thought idly.
Akatsuki was a man of many enemies, but most would rather just slit his throat and be done with the whole ordeal. No, the fact that he was still alive meant they wanted something from him, or there was some reason they couldn't kill him. The confederation had long perfected brain transplants from one body to the next, but Akatsuki somehow doubted they were involved. It just wasn't their leadership's style. The confederate prefer to cut loose ends even if it costs them in the future.
Akatsuki wiggled his toes, finding he had to strain his muscles just to do something so simple. Perhaps his mind was still getting used to the body's nervous system. He pushed through the resistance, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. The thigh-high stockings that covered his legs made him cringe but also surprised him. Like many other things in the room, the socks seemed almost modern.
Most of his clothing was modern in style, and each piece radiated a warmth. The feeling was different for each piece as if each had a distinct function. Each piece felt as if it was nurturing and revitalizing his muscles even as he sat there, but that was simply impossible. Earth was far from nanotech, let alone implementing it into the fabric. Last Akatsuki had heard, his company was far in the lead, and the scientists had only managed basic preliminary tests, nothing on the scale of what his clothing was doing.
Akatsuki sighed, the entire situation feeling like some sort of messed-up nightmare. He could feel his emotions fraying as feelings he hadn't felt in years sprung to the surface. Curiosity, anger, and even fear greeted him for what felt like the first time in years. Akatsuki quickly stomped the feelings down, taking a deep breath and gaining control of his emotions again.
Using the momentum of regaining control, Akatsuki pushed his weight forward up and off the bed. To his surprise, he fell only, barely turning in time to catch the side of the bed. He blinked, dumbfounded by his sudden fall. Akatsuki had spent years of his life fortifying his body and mind. For him to fall so quickly and have such a lack of balance and control was terrifying.
Akatsuki grit his teeth once again, burying the useless emotion, and slowly got to his feet. He looked more like a newborn fawn than a human as he made his way across the room one step at a time. It only took Akatsuki three steps to start hyperventilating from a mix of both emotional stress and exhaustion.
Muscles ached and burned, with each step becoming a mental battle as his tiny feet tried their best to keep going. His head spun as he reached the halfway point, and he threw his hands to the side to regain his balance. He needed to get out of this room, out of where ever he was, but unfortunately, throughout all his life and the years he spent training, this was by far the most demanding workout Akatsuki had ever done.
His muscles were broken and brittle clay, and he stood with his legs shaking as sweat ran down his forehead. His vision was pinpricked by this point, and just staying on his feet made his bones creak in protest. Despite that, his mind urged him to move. He put one foot out, trying to push past the pain, but the world twisted, and Akatsuki found himself sitting on the floor, his butt pressed against the wood, his legs splayed out.
Akatsuki's emotions surged, pushing past his mental barriers, and he cried, no sobbing. The pain of falling flared through his body, and the act of staying awake was too much. Akatsuki cried himself into unconsciousness.