100Moods -- Digestion
Kalifa thought she would hurl. That Devil’s Fruit was the most disgusting thing she’d ever eaten. She felt sick.
“Nasty shit, ain’t it?” Jyabura cackled nastily, eager to watch as Kalifa and Kaku shuddered in disgust.
Kaku slumped further down on the couch, letting out a shaky breath. He cut his eyes at their laughing companion.
“It’s hardly anything we can’t handle,” he said, voice slightly gruffer than usual. He turned to the woman at his side. “Ne, Kalifa?”
Kalifa couldn’t respond. Her hand was still clamped over her mouth and her shoulders were heaving, as if pained.
“Hey-” If Kaku had been anything other than an assassin, he would’ve sounded concerned. “Kalifa?”
She truly felt sick. She felt the way she used to, before, in the beginning when she was just starting out; the way she felt when she wasn’t used to large quantities of blood and saliva and tears and sweat, and the smell would make her dizzy. She felt sick from the taste of the fruit and the way it churned in her stomach and left a bitter, vile taste in her throat.
But she told herself that this was for the best. She told herself that this fruit would further her strength, that by consuming these strange and mysterious fruits, she and Kaku would be better than ever. She told herself that this fruit would cause even more blood and saliva and tears and sweat, and the smell she’d come to tolerate-and even enjoy.
And that made her feel even sicker.
“Nasty shit, ain’t it?” Jyabura cackled nastily, eager to watch as Kalifa and Kaku shuddered in disgust.
Kaku slumped further down on the couch, letting out a shaky breath. He cut his eyes at their laughing companion.
“It’s hardly anything we can’t handle,” he said, voice slightly gruffer than usual. He turned to the woman at his side. “Ne, Kalifa?”
Kalifa couldn’t respond. Her hand was still clamped over her mouth and her shoulders were heaving, as if pained.
“Hey-” If Kaku had been anything other than an assassin, he would’ve sounded concerned. “Kalifa?”
She truly felt sick. She felt the way she used to, before, in the beginning when she was just starting out; the way she felt when she wasn’t used to large quantities of blood and saliva and tears and sweat, and the smell would make her dizzy. She felt sick from the taste of the fruit and the way it churned in her stomach and left a bitter, vile taste in her throat.
But she told herself that this was for the best. She told herself that this fruit would further her strength, that by consuming these strange and mysterious fruits, she and Kaku would be better than ever. She told herself that this fruit would cause even more blood and saliva and tears and sweat, and the smell she’d come to tolerate-and even enjoy.
And that made her feel even sicker.