The Chosen : preview (teaser!)
Herp da derp
A/N This burbled up in my head sometime during the afternoon. Gotta catch it and put it in writing before the muse flees again. Here is a brief snippet from the tangle of ideas that are slowly forming themselves into a chapter.
...Now, it’s like he’s discovering all over again how it feels to be sewn together by Kakuzu. The whisper of thread as it makes its way between them, the grip of Kakuzu’s hand around his, the peculiar feeling of things moving through his skin. He doesn’t even notice the sting of the punctures as he watches the black tendril sink into his flesh. It’s over abruptly; the thread separates from Kakuzu’s body, and he releases his steady grip, leaving Hidan with a handful of stitches.
Somewhere, in all the blood that is already on Kakuzu’s hands, there is Hidan’s blood. His blood on Kakuzu’s hands, and Kakuzu’s thread in his own. And suddenly he notices how intimate it is; having the stitches in his own body.
A/N This burbled up in my head sometime during the afternoon. Gotta catch it and put it in writing before the muse flees again. Here is a brief snippet from the tangle of ideas that are slowly forming themselves into a chapter.
...Now, it’s like he’s discovering all over again how it feels to be sewn together by Kakuzu. The whisper of thread as it makes its way between them, the grip of Kakuzu’s hand around his, the peculiar feeling of things moving through his skin. He doesn’t even notice the sting of the punctures as he watches the black tendril sink into his flesh. It’s over abruptly; the thread separates from Kakuzu’s body, and he releases his steady grip, leaving Hidan with a handful of stitches.
Somewhere, in all the blood that is already on Kakuzu’s hands, there is Hidan’s blood. His blood on Kakuzu’s hands, and Kakuzu’s thread in his own. And suddenly he notices how intimate it is; having the stitches in his own body.