curiosity tends to kill. ` i want the k. `
14: any of the above (impalement)
the sun is a soft red sore, spilling pinks and oranges into the sky.
kakuzu can see the sky now, juxtaposed against the open chest cavity of the sewer system. the raw power of the battle sunk in the ceiling low ago. the air is fresh and sweet, a dichotomy to the brick dust on his clothes, the blood on them both.
they have been fighting a long, long time.
across the water, the nibi has coalesced back into herself, though kakuzu can still see glimmers of the tailed beast’s chakra lingering in the lines of her body, the sharp edges of her elbows and her eyes. perhaps she cannot sustain the cat with her flesh drawn so thin, paper soaked in cooking oil. she is ripping; red blooms over her clothes, drips down her hands. he can hear her breathing, rough as sand paper, and it’s almost intimate.
it is a slow end, the end of a shinobi, and death is a familiar friend to him. he has read it on the brows of allies and enemies alike. and it is in her face, the tight realization, the cold-sweat recognition.
she knows. and she is not afraid. only resigned.
kakuzu is filled with grim sort of respect for this worn blade of a kunoichi.
the nibi lunges toward him, her fingernails extending out. the setting sun catches the wicked edges of them in its light. yugito may be the bitter steel, but kakuzu is the smooth river rock, immovable. the skin of his arm ripples, and hardens.
even with her low chakra, she is fast; but he is faster. before he is within her reach, his fist ploughs into her stomach, and kakuzu can feel the organ rupture beneath her skin. blood spurts from her mouth in a thick sheet, and her whole body curls around his knuckles, back arching, limbs jerking.
the black threads catch her before she can. they weave into epidermis and organ and muscle, until she is suspended above the dirty water, pierced through with thousands of tiny filaments.
he lays her down gently on the cracked earth; by now, she is likely in too much pain to move. kakuzu presses a kunai into his palm. he is greatly tempted to drive it into her throat, for she deserves a quick death. but the end of a shinobi is not quick.
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