#empty graves

[appelcake]

COMPUTER!!! magic stick how long

..computer do you hear me

[jellybellybeanfishie]

oh great heavens

[pageofjuniper]

close enough welcome back prime defenders

[littlewickedthings]

EMPTY GRAVES

[dolly-macabre]

𝕯𝖔𝖌 𝕻𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖘 (𝖋𝖊𝖆𝖙. 𝕳𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕭𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖐) - 𝕰𝖒𝖕𝖙𝖞 𝕲𝖗𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖘

[ich-hoere-dir-zu]

EMPTY GRAVES

🔥 The infinity of the soul 🔥

[strawbebbynya]

bc all of you think you’re funny i made the canon antagonist of the game a LARPer

[blackgreed-blog1]

Empty Graves

starter for @hidan-isweartodrunkimnotjashin

Kakuzu woke up three months into his capture, his shriveled little back-up heart beating inside of his cold chest. He knew it was three months because he’d heard someone say it, but he didn’t dare move or reveal his revival.

He was weak. It was a sour confession, but it was true. His chakra systems were atrophied, his body was stiff, and the new heart growing inside of him was as small as that of a ten year old’s. If he revealed himself now, he would die before he poked his nose out of the morgue.

So he stayed inside his tiny, uncomfortable storage unit, patiently waiting for the right time to escape. It was, he mused morbidly, probably what it felt like to be one of his bounties.

The right time came by several months later, when the sky fell on Konoha and Konoha lost. Kakuzu nearly fucked died in the process as his storage unit crumpled up like a sad wad of paper, but he’d moved his heart in time to avoid it being pierced by the jagged remnants of his unit. From there, he had to tear apart his body and slither through the wreckage, blind and deaf and seething, until he felt air on his face.

After that... well. After that, a storm hit.

It was like god’s own fury unleashed. Rain pelted the ruins like angry stones and wind howled down from the fractured hills, pinning the forest flat. Kakuzu navigated his way through it blindly, stumbling and crawling like an animal. His feet carried him to a stupid location, to a place he’d come to because he was mindless and unthinking, because there was no way Kakuzu would come here willingly. And clearly his madness lingered, because he fell to his knees and scratched at the dirt, bare-handed and wild.

A foot. An arm. A long, slippery rope of torn intestines, growing putrid. Kakuzu pulled it all out until his fingernails bled, see nothing unless lightning split the sky. There were so many pieces to the human body, both inside and out, but Kakuzu dug until he touched hair and a face and a memory ignited in him.

“You... you fucking idiot,” Kakuzu rasped hoarsely. Another bolt of lightning lit up the whole world and Kakuzu could see Hidan’s head, so pale that he looked bloodless, and he wanted to smash it into bloody, bloody pieces. Where was his god now, when he was torn apart and useless, buried in the ground like someone’s trash?

Kakuzu gathered up all the pieces he pulled out of the earth, and he ran, soaked to the bone, naked as anything, and desperate enough to believe he could make it.