Drabbles
Title: Hurt
Characters: Yugito, Hidan
Words: 428
Summary: Hidan gets injured.
He remembered looking into a mountain stream, watching how the current slammed into some wall of rock full-force where it had created some kind of depression in the stone, before turning sharply to the right and flowing around the great protrusion of granite crawling forth in its deeply-notched bed.
When he would come around there next time Hidan thought - with his partner or without him time would show - the river might have punched clean through that stony curtain.
Still if he had jumped into those watery depths back then he would have ended up maimed. Crushed like completely with his bones scattered into a million pieces and poking through skin and what were once organs in places they should not. More fucked up than he was right now in fact.
He tried to take another step and something inside him shifted as if part of his pelvis went up making him feel strangely lopsided. There was the sharp grinding of bone on bone, but otherwise just some soft, pulling sensation. A strange heave that was like what a person might feel on the verge of vomiting.
So he just stood there. His body drugging him up with endorphins and whatever else it had in petto, his vision becoming slightly fuzzy at the edges before everything went into focus again. But it was not like there was anything interesting to see anyway.
The skirmish was over. Or at least so he thought for he heard no more sounds from the surrounding forest. Then light steps. The girl’s without a doubt.
He saw her take in the situation before she approached him. He growled when she was just shy of touching him, hurt pride aching more than other things.
She looked at him for a second then let out a sigh. When she spoke it was strangely matter-of-fact. “So what are you going to do? Just topple over?”
And damn it Yugito was right, so he allowed her to sling one of his arms around her shoulders easing him to the ground.
She sat down next to him after that, her arms firmly linked over her chest and wriggling her toes in some nervous fashion he could see even through the leather of her boots. Like that she looked all drawn into herself. Small and straight and seeming both younger and older than she was.
For a second she faced him, giving a tiny huff like “what” when she noticed him watching her. For once he did her the favor and looked away not entirely understanding his reasons.
They waited.
Title: Irritated
Characters: Kakuzu, Yugito, Tobi/Obito, Itachi, (Madara)
Words: 626
Summary: I admit it's all for the purpose of Itachi in a dress.
The kimono was too pretty for her she decided. She felt exposed wrapped in so much expensive fabric, utterly obstructed in her movements and un-fighterlike even with the hidden weapons beneath her robe.
At first she had not known what to think of Kakuzu telling her to play the shamisen. Yet she sat here with the instrument carefully cradled and sitting on thick silken cushions in a place that reeked of luxuries she would never be able to afford.
Her leader sat at the short end of the room facing the doors. She had a good view of his profile from where she was; saw the grim lines of his brow etched deeper than usual.
Silence hung heavy between them. Yugito shifted, willing her robes to make as little noise as possible and winced at the small crinkling sound.
Kakuzu shot her a look. Not quite the one that had driven the servants away that had been fussing over him just minutes ago. She had seen those people and had not been entirely able to understand what it must be like to be them. She imagined hustling back and forth with silver and gold embroidery flashing sharply whenever she moved the right way, drowning in that uniformity that was in fact not so different from what she had experienced in her village.
When the man entered, an equally done up girl trailing just behind him, she first thought he looked out of place, dressed in black gear, his face hidden behind some orange mask and sitting down opposite to her leader.
She saw Kakuzu pull himself up to his full sitting height. Something she only noticed, because she had been around him ever since being taken from Kumo.
The girl took her place next to the other man just like she had done with Kakuzu. There was something ethereal about her, how she sat there with her thin face porcelain-pale and slender ankles and feet just visible. The girl answered her gaze, taking in her surroundings with careful surveillance.
“He is sorry he could not come in person” the man began. “You are aware of the lamentable state he has been in for some time?”
“Yes, lamentable” Kakuzu said, wrapping the word around his tongue, twisting its meaning. He raised his voice. “And yes, for quite some time he has been….” And then, not really under his breath “decrepit”.
The man’s red eyes narrowed slightly, then turning to Yugito he asked his voice suddenly sing-song sweet “It isn’t right to say bad things about your elders, is it?”
“No” she answered evenly, knowing she was being played. “It is not.”
“See” the man said, smiling for real. “She has more sense than you.” He clapped his hands curtly as if to close the matter before turning his voice back to what it was before. “Now, about your duties.”
When they bade their farewells the girl bowed perfectly courteous to her and her leader, giving Yugito the time to study her more closely.
She blinked and then blinked again, schooling her features to mirror the other girl’s indifference. For the girl was in fact not a girl but a young man with the same hawkish profile and blood-red eyes. He looked at her, expression perfectly neutral before something ghosted over his lips, that was too quick for her to catch.
She watched them leave, something strange churning in her throat, just shy of leaving her mouth.
“Decrepit” Kakuzu repeated sharply, spitting out the word as if it was something foul, fury washing off him in waves, something she had only seen on him in the seconds before he killed. She realized she had never seen him as angry or as bitter for the matter.
She did not answer.
Characters: Yugito, Hidan
Words: 428
Summary: Hidan gets injured.
He remembered looking into a mountain stream, watching how the current slammed into some wall of rock full-force where it had created some kind of depression in the stone, before turning sharply to the right and flowing around the great protrusion of granite crawling forth in its deeply-notched bed.
When he would come around there next time Hidan thought - with his partner or without him time would show - the river might have punched clean through that stony curtain.
Still if he had jumped into those watery depths back then he would have ended up maimed. Crushed like completely with his bones scattered into a million pieces and poking through skin and what were once organs in places they should not. More fucked up than he was right now in fact.
He tried to take another step and something inside him shifted as if part of his pelvis went up making him feel strangely lopsided. There was the sharp grinding of bone on bone, but otherwise just some soft, pulling sensation. A strange heave that was like what a person might feel on the verge of vomiting.
So he just stood there. His body drugging him up with endorphins and whatever else it had in petto, his vision becoming slightly fuzzy at the edges before everything went into focus again. But it was not like there was anything interesting to see anyway.
The skirmish was over. Or at least so he thought for he heard no more sounds from the surrounding forest. Then light steps. The girl’s without a doubt.
He saw her take in the situation before she approached him. He growled when she was just shy of touching him, hurt pride aching more than other things.
She looked at him for a second then let out a sigh. When she spoke it was strangely matter-of-fact. “So what are you going to do? Just topple over?”
And damn it Yugito was right, so he allowed her to sling one of his arms around her shoulders easing him to the ground.
She sat down next to him after that, her arms firmly linked over her chest and wriggling her toes in some nervous fashion he could see even through the leather of her boots. Like that she looked all drawn into herself. Small and straight and seeming both younger and older than she was.
For a second she faced him, giving a tiny huff like “what” when she noticed him watching her. For once he did her the favor and looked away not entirely understanding his reasons.
They waited.
Title: Irritated
Characters: Kakuzu, Yugito, Tobi/Obito, Itachi, (Madara)
Words: 626
Summary: I admit it's all for the purpose of Itachi in a dress.
The kimono was too pretty for her she decided. She felt exposed wrapped in so much expensive fabric, utterly obstructed in her movements and un-fighterlike even with the hidden weapons beneath her robe.
At first she had not known what to think of Kakuzu telling her to play the shamisen. Yet she sat here with the instrument carefully cradled and sitting on thick silken cushions in a place that reeked of luxuries she would never be able to afford.
Her leader sat at the short end of the room facing the doors. She had a good view of his profile from where she was; saw the grim lines of his brow etched deeper than usual.
Silence hung heavy between them. Yugito shifted, willing her robes to make as little noise as possible and winced at the small crinkling sound.
Kakuzu shot her a look. Not quite the one that had driven the servants away that had been fussing over him just minutes ago. She had seen those people and had not been entirely able to understand what it must be like to be them. She imagined hustling back and forth with silver and gold embroidery flashing sharply whenever she moved the right way, drowning in that uniformity that was in fact not so different from what she had experienced in her village.
When the man entered, an equally done up girl trailing just behind him, she first thought he looked out of place, dressed in black gear, his face hidden behind some orange mask and sitting down opposite to her leader.
She saw Kakuzu pull himself up to his full sitting height. Something she only noticed, because she had been around him ever since being taken from Kumo.
The girl took her place next to the other man just like she had done with Kakuzu. There was something ethereal about her, how she sat there with her thin face porcelain-pale and slender ankles and feet just visible. The girl answered her gaze, taking in her surroundings with careful surveillance.
“He is sorry he could not come in person” the man began. “You are aware of the lamentable state he has been in for some time?”
“Yes, lamentable” Kakuzu said, wrapping the word around his tongue, twisting its meaning. He raised his voice. “And yes, for quite some time he has been….” And then, not really under his breath “decrepit”.
The man’s red eyes narrowed slightly, then turning to Yugito he asked his voice suddenly sing-song sweet “It isn’t right to say bad things about your elders, is it?”
“No” she answered evenly, knowing she was being played. “It is not.”
“See” the man said, smiling for real. “She has more sense than you.” He clapped his hands curtly as if to close the matter before turning his voice back to what it was before. “Now, about your duties.”
When they bade their farewells the girl bowed perfectly courteous to her and her leader, giving Yugito the time to study her more closely.
She blinked and then blinked again, schooling her features to mirror the other girl’s indifference. For the girl was in fact not a girl but a young man with the same hawkish profile and blood-red eyes. He looked at her, expression perfectly neutral before something ghosted over his lips, that was too quick for her to catch.
She watched them leave, something strange churning in her throat, just shy of leaving her mouth.
“Decrepit” Kakuzu repeated sharply, spitting out the word as if it was something foul, fury washing off him in waves, something she had only seen on him in the seconds before he killed. She realized she had never seen him as angry or as bitter for the matter.
She did not answer.