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wayofjashin:
( ▽ ) —‒ “Hey I said it’d be a whole lot of weird —but you’re making this a HELL of a lot weirder than it needs to be! Don’t go boxing me in with that FREAK. C’mon seriously, I thought you at least held me in some higher regards than THAT.”
❝ He’s a freak with GOOD TASTE; you should be flattered that I’m comparing you to such an ARTIST! Why, sometimes I even replace the names in the book with my own. Then it feels like all those fun scenes are happening to ME. ❞
❝ Anyway, what were you SAYING? ❞
wayofjashin:
( ▽ ) —‒ “Whoa hey LISTEN, I know I look good but this is going TOO far. You’re crossing a whole new line of weird. I’ll curse you RIGHT the fuck now and make you bite yourself through me and it’ll be a whole weird mess. Is that what you want?” “…But I mean, if that’s what you’re into.”
❝ Bite myself. . . Through YOU. . . ❞
❝ Hidan-kun, I KNEW you were into some FREAKY stuff, but not like this. It definitely surpasses what I’ve read in JIRAIYA’S books. ❞
( ▽ ) —‒ “BITE me.”
❝ It’s usually the OPPOSITE for me, but. . . ❞
❝ Why not~? ❞
She’s not GOOD at affection, maybe because others have never bestowed it onto her without EXPECTING something in return. She learns from reading books where lovers ravage and weep, but the real world is NOT without its aches, and HE is not without his animosity towards the ABSENCE of this angel. It’s real; the annoyance seeps through quite clearly. . . Even if she weren’t a sensor and simply a stranger, she would’ve picked up on that IRRITATION from many miles away. Can she blame him? Why, it seems she’s treating him just like a certain someone treated her. But she can’t afford to be so COLD. Her heart may be hurt, but it’s filled with a constant ache for some kind of aspect of infatuation.
❝ THAT’S FAIR. I can’t exactly expect you to understand. Just know my absence had a PURPOSE. But I believe that things that are, in their own right, MEANT to be always end up returning. Which is why nothing returns to me, so at this point I simply TAKE IT. ❞ continued here tbh. / @adonaiis
fallesto:
HE WAS BROKEN. He was no longer than man he once was. He was a shell off what he once was and what he was meant to grew into being. What stood before here was something that was hollow. It barely hung onto life. Its pain and hatred was the only thing keeping it alive, motivating it to push forward and see those who have wronged him share his pain. He had lost everything. His best friend was murdered right before his eyes on the command of a man he idolized. All those who followed him, who believed in him, who protected him throughout the years where no more. He was alone. He was weak and his weakness was evident by the appearance of this woman.
RED. His eyes would narrow, as her hair was unmistakeable. It was long, flowing down her back, bright and shiny, full of life and wonder, unlike his. His was drenched in crimson, in the blood of hundreds of ninja who had come for him. All who serve Hanzo and Danzo would be punished by his head and while he was weakened, whole his body looked broken, he had killed more than enough to satisfy anyone who lusted for blood – but his lust would never end – it would only end when everyone who served them, knew them or dared speak their names joined the ranks of the deceased.
His eyes would fall down as he glanced down to the ground. He was too weak to do anything to stop her. His weakness was proven all around him, he did not sense her in the rain. Those who were meant to protect him had not seen her break through the lines to stand before him. Since that day he has remained hidden in the darkness of this tower. Trying to heal a broken body. Trying to regain everything he had lost. He mustered up the strength to stand – to give the woman that much respect, but doing such a simple thing exhausted him as he stood before her.
“Leave…” He cared little for her words. He didn’t want anyone near him, he didn’t want anyone to see him. He was dying and he wanted to be left alone to his fate. He had failed to save everyone he loved and this was his punishment. Even the thought of finding family, a connection to someone like him – to understand his power – to understand his clan – none of that mattered to him, he didn’t want to be seen by this woman, he didn’t want her near him.
“I deserved this.” He managed to remain standing, the skin flaked from his legs, the crimson flowed from his wounds, but he remained standing. He would give her that at least before she was cast out of his tower. He would not open himself to another ever again. He had wanted this, to know his clan, to see if he had more family and now with the prospect of such a thing was within his reach, he could not take it. He has seen what having loved ones does to you, he represents what having everything taking away from you can do, he cannot do it again, he barely survived once before, he could not survive again.
She is oblivious to his story, oblivious to how he got HERE-. . . She is oblivious to the distinct wars within this world, because it all seems the SAME to her. There’s blood and there’s bodies and there’s people DYING for a chance to escape it all. It’s the same everywhere, except here it just RAINS. . . It’s as if the Gods are weeping for these warriors, for the woes that come with loss. . . And their tears are CLEANSING the carnage, causing crimson to seep into soil, where it’s buried away with other bones that belong to other beings. The cycle of slaughter CONTINUES, but her eyes have already adjusted to the anguish. She was sent here to HELP, but. . . She has no desire to help anyone that delegates DEATH. Maybe THAT’S why she was drawn to this side, to this place, to HIM-. . . She can hear the sermons of ALL who suffer, but seldom chooses to answer any. But his voice holds so much VIRTUE. She can feel it, she can see it. The aura about him is bright and BLEACHED, despite the damage done to his design. He is a DISCARDED deity, left to die for the same revolting reasons as others. Her eyes focus in on his wound and although it is ugly, she remains rooted. She has seen many awful incidents, many hellish hurts imposed onto others. This is NOTHING and yet, it can take his life the same way something worse takes another. She drowns out the wayward words he whispers. . . He is the FIRST victim to ever tell her to abandon him, while many other leeches BEG for their life. He’s DIFFERENT. . . Not just because they’re bound by blood, but because something holy holds them together. Slowly, she comes closer, extending an arm to imply CAUTION. . .like one does to an animal. Her shirt rides up, revealing flesh so tattered by teeth, but she ignores those ugly indention's if only to reach HIM.
❝ If you know anything about our clan, you know how we can HEAL. . . I need you to BITE ME if you want to LIVE. Here, on my arm. . . If you’re concerned about how I might feel, DON’T. This part has many BROKEN VEINS; I won’t feel a thing. . . ❞
“ i wanted someone strong who could protect me , “ his words are sullen , dark , a whisper in the night as he avoids the festering red of her hair ; casting away her company to push out how he felt , for he knows he can’t escape the pressuring of her disposition . “ i let his anger fester and infect me . his solution … “ he cannot bring himself to say it , because he believes in it , and quickly he casts it away , burying himself back down into his crypt . “ it doesn’t matter what his solution was , it didn’t work anyways . “ // @bitebxck ♥’d
❝ You ALWAYS find a way to sound like-. . . ❞
ME. She doesn’t want to admit it, but his sermons reach her heart in ways that unearth many MEMORIES. She too trusted a SNAKE, one that provided promises of protection, one that said it would only wrap around her to keep her warm and not induce any WOUNDS-. . . But she found his fangs buried into her body, and soon, the TEETH of many titans inflicted the same agony. No peace comes when someone offers anything for FREE; everything comes at a cost, and it’s usually at another’s expense. In this case, he sacrifices his SANITY for another to tell him he’s alright. She won’t let that route reduce him to RUIN; she won’t let him become an idol for sacrifice. ❞
❝ . . . So you claim to be so DAMAGED. Do you even WANT to heal? Sometimes we find too much solace in our suffering. I’m beginning to think YOU DO TOO. . . ❞
wanderingavenger:
‘ Why now? ‘
His eyes widened at her response and shame quickly enveloped him whole as his eyes cast downward towards the floor. Of course, these sorts of things were never easy for him to deal with. He’s never truly had to up until Naruto changed his heart for the better. However, the repercussions of his past deeds have finally caught up to him. Sasuke had hurt her. Nearly unfeelingly killed her. Then turned around and walked away like she did not matter. Like she did not exist. The terrible truth being that Karin isn’t the first he’s done that to.
Even still, Sasuke doesn’t know how to answer her question. All he wants is to remove all the pain that he has inflicted on his old comrade. Suck out all the venom that he had injected into her heart. Sadly, he thinks it maybe far too late. Too much time had passed. The venom had already killed her long ago.
“ I’m sorry. “ Is all he could say. He hated that he couldn’t say more. “ I’m so sorry. “
❝ Right. . . ❞
There’s a morbid sense of SECURITY that comes with this kind of CONTROL, to have someone who once held her heart begging for forgiveness. She has become COLD and CRUEL, but. . . She knows better than to follow his path. SACRIFICE is embedded in her soul, in her skin; she knows better than to leave him so battered and bruised. . . She knows better than to leave him in the SAME SHAPE as he left her. But eyes still can’t look into his own. She fears she might see everything that has DESTROYED his design; the truth about his brother, the brief time spent in jail, living out his youth through a lie, having a mad man take over his make-. . . The time he had with Taka was the CLOSEST he came to having NORMALCY, because at least there, no one asked him to be anyone else. Let him learn through his own actions. . . And it seems he has.
❝ Well. . . ❞
She extends an arm, placing it upon his. The collision implies so much COMFORT, even if her eyes still refuse to meet his. Words leave her much softer, but she is still CONFLICTED about forgiveness. Of course he can have it, but she should not be so eager to give it. So she decides a better route, one that will allow them to HEAL without actually addressing the anguish: time together. ❞
❝ Do you leave again soon? Can’t really ASK for your TIME if you have other obligations. I can walk with you briefly, but if you’re heading for the village, I’m afraid I must STOP before the gate. They don’t really appreciate MY kind around~. ❞
wayofjashin:
( ▽ ) —‒ A gentle touch covered her error as though it would hide it. Some logic that slapping a band-aid over a kid’s knee would make it better. Tenderness wasn’t something he experienced; not in his childhood, nor in religious practice, and especially not in previous occupation. Kill, pass on pain, pray, and repeat. It was foreign, to be cared for by anyone other than his faith. But it seemed to be all she offered, aside from arguments. Still, his gaze lingered on the spot perhaps a little longer than intended before it rolled and brows furrowed. Normally he wouldn’t give a second thought to why questions were asked, but now in the moment he focused on only that. What did she want? Moreover, what did she want from HIM? Of all people? Literally the last person anyone would come to for anything, because all he ever spouted was preaching of his God and His teachings. Even if that wasn’t all he had to offer, they just wouldn’t LISTEN. But he was the stupid one. “—Faith that I could get the chance to kick the shit out of the little punk that DARED to speak ill of Jashin and call himself my new god…!” His jaw clenched as rage threatened to boil over, but a balled fist took the brunt of it. He exhaled sharply, “I guess you getting me out of there helped… rekindle my faith. But don’t get a big head from it.” His last breaths had been a PROMISE that he would be back. That he would get VENGEANCE of the highest degree. His faith was all he had, it’s what raised him to be more of himself than his own folks did. And that brat just shit on all of that after blowing him to HELL, after which he would find the deepest part was the doubt in his mind. “Is that a fucking JOKE?? It has to be. You dug me out, but you didn’t BUILD me as He did. What you’re doing for me is great, but He came to me and molded me into who I am. He gave me purpose, and I don’t care how STUPID you or anyone else says that it is that I live my life through a God’s set of principles. He RAISED me more than anyone ever fucking could have. If I didn’t have Jashin, I’d have no foundation.”
❝ Ah, the truth is HARD to swallow. That MUST be why you’re so UPSET. . . ❞
It DID start out as a JOKE, one where she intended to see his reaction when mentioning FAITH and his form. She wonders if he’s still attached to something he can’t see, to something that left him alone in the first place. While she doesn’t know too much about him or how he practices, he appears to be quite DEVOTED to his deity. So what, then, inspired the almighty to invoke such a ghastly PUNISHMENT? A punishment that almost STOLE the life of this leech had she not come and held his head. She considers that coincidence, but maybe her own bitterness in higher beings makes her want to BREAK his bond with God.
❝ I’m BUILDING YOU UP now, aren’t I? ❞
With NEEDLE in hand, she returns to his side, allowing fingers to roam over his flesh. She’s searching for a vein, but feels confident enough to find it under these conditions. No need to get a pump to squeeze away at his arms; he’s already got BLOOD flowing from their discussion. She senses the right spot and, as gently as she can, inserts the point into his presence. Liquid softly shoots into his system and for once, it’s NOT a damaging drug. If anything, it’s supposed to IMPROVE his immunity, while at the same time allowing her to observe his actions. The free hand no longer holds his arm; rather, it moves to his head, BRUSHING strands away from face. She remembers her mother engaging in the same motion when she was younger and others were trying to HURT her. . . Now she repeats it onto him. She’s not really sure why; she claims its instinct, but he doesn’t really need someone to tell him IT’S OKAY.
❝ I gave you BACK your body. Well, WITH Orochimaru’s help. . . I realize it’s not ideal, but you’ve got a NEW purpose now. Anyone can be GOD. Best part is. . . You can actually SEE me~. Anyway. . . Now that your friends are DEAD, what exactly do you plan to do now? ❞
the immaculate heart of a scorned uzumaki.
❝ So. . . You follow the way of the tiddy, eh? Another thing we have in common. ❞
( ▽ ) —‒ “Duh?? Why ELSE do you think mine’re always hanging out??”
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❝So I've been meaning to ask about the... y'know.❞ Gesturing at the arms in general, not at anything specifically red or scarred or painful-looking... of course.
Such a casual way to ask about the carnage all over her creation. Eyes, CRIMSON and CALLOUS, dare to fall upon his form. They seem to silently threaten his bold approach; they chastise his charm, wanting him to feel WEAK for arranging the discussion of such a topic. One would think that she’s adjusted to her ailments. The eye certainly has embedded these wounds into body; they see each scar as PART of the skin, like the way one sees a freckle and then forgets it. But she attaches a STORY to every FUCKED UP piece of flesh. She remembers the design of TEETH, the detail of her demons, the reason they rejected her as a girl and instead turned maiden into MEAL. Fingers gently fall upon her frame, daring to trace over small indentations… She shares silence and slowly moves both hands to the top of her shirt. Without warning, she begins to unbutton the blouse, but STOPS before the moment is interpreted as erotic. She slides cloth away from her canvas, exposing PATCH of skin, revealing ROWS where many have RAVAGED and fed upon her fragile form. All are ancient; seldom can one find a new pair of teeth upon her terrain. These are old carvings…from years ago, when her body was still blossoming and she still had hope for a hero in this wicked world. But no one came… And since she assumed her savior was SELFISH, she deprived others of her divinity. Never again would anyone mark her make with their GREED. She’d rip bone away from their bodies before they could even IMPALE her.
❝ WHAT do you want to know? Or rather… WHO do you want to know about? Each one has a STORY, you know. But none have a HAPPY ENDING. ❞
Those eyes are serious; GRAVE and DARK. She has seen horrors and they haunt her. Calamity clings to her and feeds on her more than ANY mortal man. It seems he still doesn’t know or hasn’t allowed the hurt to act as a hint. Perhaps it’s better he stay OBLIVIOUS… She fears that revealing her abilities might awaken his appetite. But her body is used to betrayal… And when it’s met with such a woe, she imposes a MIGHTY ruin.
❝ The BLOOD of my people can do many things, things that drive men MAD, things that can make men HUNGRY… And this is the price one pays for being touched by GOD. Ah, do I remind you of your ART now? I should think I’m the embodiment of DESTRUCTION. ❞
wanderingavenger:
“ Then I’ll pay for it in full. “ He stated simply.
Indeed it has been a couple years since he had last spoken to Karin, let alone seen her. Sasuke had not a single reason to since the Fourth Shinobi War’s end. Back then, Sasuke’s only intention was to use Karin for her unique talents as a medical ninja, as well as a top tier sensory ninja. Without her, he would not have survived key moments before and during the war. By all means, he was indebted to her and all he did was treat her like garbage. Which brings him as to why he’s here.
He pulled out a seat from the desk beside her and sat down. “ I just want to talk. Or, to be more accurate, apologize. “
APOLOGIZE. Eyes, once reserved to eat away at his aura, suddenly WIDEN. She doesn’t expect him to sedate her with such sentiments. For a moment, she DOUBTS she is speaking to the original man that almost murdered her, to the original man that once held her heart, to a design she made into divine by mistake-. . . BUT IT’S HIM. Every aspect of his entirety is honest, but she doesn’t feel like she deserves this display. How many people has he HURT. . .how many of them has he approached? Why include her in this journey for forgiveness? She’s used to many men MARKING her and MOVING ON. A silence sweeps over. Winds STEAL the words she wishes to withdraw, so she is consumed by a POWERFUL quiet. Isn’t this what she’s always dreamed up? Isn’t part of her still yearning for some kind of answer to this ache? Wouldn’t she say she would ALWAYS forgive him? Why then. . .can she suddenly say NOTHING despite once rehearsing lost lines?
❝ . . . Why NOW? ❞
After all these years. . . Why WAIT to speak of such sentiments when they’re distant and HALF-DEAD?
wayofjashin:
( ▽ ) —‒ Him? Him… him... Oh. Right. That HIM. What a piece of shit. Did it matter that he didn’t know the guy first hand? Nah. Word was all he needed after witnessing the elder brother. Too quiet, broody, self important, and whatever the fuck else. And for SOME reason unknown entirely to him, this woman was head over heels for the guy. Weird how someone could apparently hurt someone else after months or years of absence. He didn’t get it. Though perhaps it wasn’t all too different from his connection to his God? A feeling of purpose in his belief that drives him to serve and appease a deity he never once met face to face. And the sheer thought of disappointing Him could drive him to madness. Maybe it was like that? But was that the same? DID he know? Surely he never felt rejected by his faith. “ —Ow, watch it.” A quick prick brought his attention downward to the needle prodding at him, “Jeez, I might as well be performing a ritual with you poking me like that. Pay attention.” Wherever her head was, it sure as shit wasn’t on her job. But he took a moment to ponder, quickly forgetting the smallest twinge of pain.
“What like, rejection? Nah, not that I remember. I up and left Yugakure without looking back, never had anything deep. Not until Jashin, I mean.” He tilted his head with a pop as stiffness seemed to plague him. What an unnerving concept; opening up so freely to another. The inevitable belittlement of his religion and him as a person always seemed dangerously near. After a moment’s thought he cleared his throat and added, “But, I guess maybe there was a split moment in that hole that seemed like Lord Jashin had forsaken me. That’s the worst thing I could imagine?? It still freaks me out sometimes.” A shrug, “I don’t get all this romantic love bullshit, though.”
His sudden surprise induces a SMILE. Who knew the sound of SCREAMING could provide such a distraction. Something so sadistic always pulls her away from pain. She can focus on someone else’s sorrows and not her own agony. As she recants the needle, a hand gentle falls upon the place she poked. This is the most gentle TOUCH she’s delivered onto anyone in years. . . But it comes like second nature, like she’s missed that kind of nurturing. Hushed moments like these makes her feel more HUMAN. . .and although she would prefer not to associate herself with those that have hurt her, she likes knowing she isn’t as DEPRAVED as those dogs. This humanity, it’s almost kind of holy. . . She turns away, attempting to squeeze out a few remnants of liquid from the needle. Although the beauty looks busy, she just can’t face him while he speaks. The way he withdraws words, it seems as if there is NOTHING he has in common with her calamities. If it were anyone else, they would interpret the it as cruel, but she sees BEYOND his boastings. . .reads between the lines and examines his aura. Does he WANT to craft a connection? If he hadn’t mentioned that part about his lost lord, she would’ve been sold. But he’s trying. . . In his own way, HE OPENS UP. She doesn’t expect his secrets to spew, but the moment he mentions being abandoned, her empathy is ignited. She feels FORLORN, she feels her breath fading fast. . .she feels what he felt before she came, with widened wings to carry heathen into her heaven. Mary, who stands MURDERED, is oh-so MERCIFUL. A hand motions to her eyes casually, attempting to wipe away the wetness that once arouse around those optics. She’s good at HIDING hurt and to distance herself from the damage even more. . .she chooses to focus on HIS feelings instead of her own. Escaping her own issues is a way of coping, but it only ends up sinking her further into suffering.
❝ Did you regain FAITH when you saw me? I mean, would you like to believe your LORD sent ME to find you? ❞
She does’t want to believe that she was sent by some divine. The man that made her locate his body was anything BUT a walking saint. He should know that the purpose of being found is for such REVOLTING reasons. . . If a God is so loved and worshiped by those that commit to His cause, then Hidan would NEVER be in such a position where is body is tested and treated. What kind of life is this. . .? To be so BOUND-. . . He was better off slowly dying. PR MAYBE SHE CAN STILL SAVE HIM.
❝ Or can I just be your new GOD? I don’t think either is a smart idea, but I think I’m doing more for YOU than He has. What exactly. . .HAS he done for you anyway. . .? ❞