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Log; Complete
When; February 25th
Rating; R for... bad violence
Characters; Shizune {![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
medic_assitant} & Kisame {omgashark}
Summary; Kisame threatened to harm Shizune's child if she reattached the limb Naruto lost to Itachi. And on this day, he decides to collect.
Log;
Shizune didn't feel like- well, she'd been a little... depressed lately. To be perfectly frank, she knew exactly why. Kabuto. Orochimaru. Draining her chakra... Shaking her head and sending the ragged edged black flying about her face, the medic looked up into the forest bows above her. She never ventured deeply into the setting anymore, not wanting to risk encounters with anything dangerous, but the copse-like edge was nice, it secluded, filled only with the sounds of singing birds and rustling leaves. ... A good place to think. And she was slightly scared, still feeling so drained, but- She had to get out. Do something. Anything.
Kisame was positively livid. The kyuubi's assault on Itachi had left any semblance of peace shattered, and the need to stay vigilant was beginning to take its toll on Kisame. Itachi had warned the rest of the group to stay in... but Kisame had had enough. Cabin fever wouldn't begin to explain what was going on in his head... he needed action. He needed blood. And where else better to find it than the forest.
A rustle nearby made Shizune almost jump until she realized it was just a small animal. Giving a small sigh, she really had been on edge ever since Naruto- No, couldn't think about that. No. Her hands rose protectively to her stomach, to the bulge of child, eyes softening. ... At least... Kabuto had acknowledged the paternity. Had said he wouldn't damage it... And for that, she had to be grateful. For what she could get from a man who'd forgotten they'd loved.
Oooh, it would feel good to break something... tightening his grip on Samehada as he pulled the sword from one of the many panthers stalking today. It was rare to be in a mood as violent as this... but he wouldn't lie to himself about it. He loved every second of it. The huge blade in hand, Kisame sprinted off further into the forest, hacking down anything that came between him and his unknown purpose. It was a rush to be sure, being able to run through the dense woods, hacking and tearing down tree after tree, the pulp and sap sticking between Samehada's scales. But it wasn’t enough. There was something not quite satisfying about tearing down those trees... Something that was missing. Something that could only be sated by blood, by tears, by screams... something the trees couldn't give. But something else, could... someone else. Someone he owed something. And that someone just happened to be lying in plain sight.
... There was- Shizune sprung to her feet in an instant, the familiar chakra signature putting ever nerve in her body on edge even as the man came into sight, petrifying her where she stood. Hoshigaki Kisame- Akatsuki- One who had threatened to rend the child from her belly- Fear welled up in her throat as she tried to reach for the kunai strapped to her thigh, looking, for the moment, like a startled deer, unable to run from the hunter.
"Heh." Kisame couldn't help but grin at his luck, and at his victim. Today had turned around so quickly for him... and it was sure to only get better. Kisame quickly brought his hands together in a seal, and soaked into the earth as promptly as he'd appeared.
The minute the Akatsuki disappeared she regained her movements, springing into a run for the lights that sparkled less than a hundred feet away, the edge of the forest. No, he wouldn't... he wouldn't... a kunai found it's way into one hand, the other holding her belly as if to deny injury to it, eyes wide with fear, a fear unlike any she had ever felt in her entire life. More than when she fell to Kabuto's tendon cuts, more than when she watched Tsunade-sama nearly die. ... Fear for herself. For her child.
That split second was all the time he needed. Bursting from the wet ground before her, Kisame swung his sword just short enough to stop his fleeing victim from moving. "Ah, Shizune-san, why run? I'd like to have a word." In a flash, another watery form appeared behind Shizune, weaving its arms under hers, and holding her firmly in place.
She had to slam her heels into the ground just to stop herself from hitting his sword under her own propulsion. Her breath caught short in her throat and her head whipped about only to be met with the Akatsuki's clone holding her still. She thrashed briefly, before it hit her that it was futile. He was an S-ranked missing nin, and what was she? ... A medical jounin. Her eyes, wide with a fear she could barely begin to suppress, met his. "... speak."
The Mizu Bunshin tightened his grip, pulling Shizune tighter as he felt her heart begin to race even wilder. "Do you remember, Shizune-san?" The true Kisame sauntered closer, Samehada in one hand, kunai in the other, and a sinister grin across his face.
"... Don't." It was hard to keep the tremor from her voice, feet digging into the ground as she began to struggle again, her mind screaming. "I'll do... what you want, please-" And it was hard for her, to realize what she was doing. Begging. For the life of her child. Because she knew what he had threatened. To rip it from her stomach. And like many of the Akatsuki members, she knew this one to be insane. All of them, insane killers. ... Insane, and she could see that insanity glittering in his eyes now. "Don't-"
Kisame leaned in, his nose practically touching hers, his warm, wet breath intense against her face. "I'm afraid you can't undo what you did. I did give you fair warning, didn't I?" Kisame's hand tightened around the kunai, and, as if to punctuate the sentence, snapped his arm forward, pushing the cold steel blade into Shizune's abdomen, the Mizu Bunshin's grip ever tightening.
She bit back a scream, though her eyes widened and her whole body shook. If- As long as he didn't move it, didn't push it in- "Please-" And she was crying now, shaking, her entire being crying out. "Please, I'll do anything-" She choked on her own sobs, futilely, even with the metal still in her, beginning to channel chakra to the wound, healing. "Anything, please-"
"I SAID ITS TOO LATE FOR THAT!" Kisame roared at the woman as she held back tears, giving another thrust on the kunai, his clenched fist touching the warm, bleeding flesh. Kisame's eyes narrowed, his sharp teeth bared. "I told to leave the arm, didn't I?" A twist of the kunai. "And I told you what I'd do, didn't I?" Another thrust, deeper still.
"Stop, please-" She couldn't even do anything more now than just heal what he did around the metal, not even reacting to the pain any longer. It hurt, it hurt, but what he was doing, the purpose of it... that hurt more. And she cried, her hear breaking more than the skin of her belly. "Anything, please-"
Kisame grinned one last time, before pulling the knife out, and throwing it to the ground. That task was done. His eyes locked with hers one last time, spitting in her face before the Bunshin dissipated, leaving her to fall to the ground. The real Kisame turned, sliding Samehada onto the strap on his back. "Maybe you'll think before you act next time, Shizune-san." With a wave of his hand, Kisame walked back into the darkness the forest held. He had kept his word, sated his bloodlust... it was a good day.
Rating; R for... bad violence
Characters; Shizune {
medic_assitant} & Kisame {omgashark}Summary; Kisame threatened to harm Shizune's child if she reattached the limb Naruto lost to Itachi. And on this day, he decides to collect.
Log;
Shizune didn't feel like- well, she'd been a little... depressed lately. To be perfectly frank, she knew exactly why. Kabuto. Orochimaru. Draining her chakra... Shaking her head and sending the ragged edged black flying about her face, the medic looked up into the forest bows above her. She never ventured deeply into the setting anymore, not wanting to risk encounters with anything dangerous, but the copse-like edge was nice, it secluded, filled only with the sounds of singing birds and rustling leaves. ... A good place to think. And she was slightly scared, still feeling so drained, but- She had to get out. Do something. Anything.
Kisame was positively livid. The kyuubi's assault on Itachi had left any semblance of peace shattered, and the need to stay vigilant was beginning to take its toll on Kisame. Itachi had warned the rest of the group to stay in... but Kisame had had enough. Cabin fever wouldn't begin to explain what was going on in his head... he needed action. He needed blood. And where else better to find it than the forest.
A rustle nearby made Shizune almost jump until she realized it was just a small animal. Giving a small sigh, she really had been on edge ever since Naruto- No, couldn't think about that. No. Her hands rose protectively to her stomach, to the bulge of child, eyes softening. ... At least... Kabuto had acknowledged the paternity. Had said he wouldn't damage it... And for that, she had to be grateful. For what she could get from a man who'd forgotten they'd loved.
Oooh, it would feel good to break something... tightening his grip on Samehada as he pulled the sword from one of the many panthers stalking today. It was rare to be in a mood as violent as this... but he wouldn't lie to himself about it. He loved every second of it. The huge blade in hand, Kisame sprinted off further into the forest, hacking down anything that came between him and his unknown purpose. It was a rush to be sure, being able to run through the dense woods, hacking and tearing down tree after tree, the pulp and sap sticking between Samehada's scales. But it wasn’t enough. There was something not quite satisfying about tearing down those trees... Something that was missing. Something that could only be sated by blood, by tears, by screams... something the trees couldn't give. But something else, could... someone else. Someone he owed something. And that someone just happened to be lying in plain sight.
... There was- Shizune sprung to her feet in an instant, the familiar chakra signature putting ever nerve in her body on edge even as the man came into sight, petrifying her where she stood. Hoshigaki Kisame- Akatsuki- One who had threatened to rend the child from her belly- Fear welled up in her throat as she tried to reach for the kunai strapped to her thigh, looking, for the moment, like a startled deer, unable to run from the hunter.
"Heh." Kisame couldn't help but grin at his luck, and at his victim. Today had turned around so quickly for him... and it was sure to only get better. Kisame quickly brought his hands together in a seal, and soaked into the earth as promptly as he'd appeared.
The minute the Akatsuki disappeared she regained her movements, springing into a run for the lights that sparkled less than a hundred feet away, the edge of the forest. No, he wouldn't... he wouldn't... a kunai found it's way into one hand, the other holding her belly as if to deny injury to it, eyes wide with fear, a fear unlike any she had ever felt in her entire life. More than when she fell to Kabuto's tendon cuts, more than when she watched Tsunade-sama nearly die. ... Fear for herself. For her child.
That split second was all the time he needed. Bursting from the wet ground before her, Kisame swung his sword just short enough to stop his fleeing victim from moving. "Ah, Shizune-san, why run? I'd like to have a word." In a flash, another watery form appeared behind Shizune, weaving its arms under hers, and holding her firmly in place.
She had to slam her heels into the ground just to stop herself from hitting his sword under her own propulsion. Her breath caught short in her throat and her head whipped about only to be met with the Akatsuki's clone holding her still. She thrashed briefly, before it hit her that it was futile. He was an S-ranked missing nin, and what was she? ... A medical jounin. Her eyes, wide with a fear she could barely begin to suppress, met his. "... speak."
The Mizu Bunshin tightened his grip, pulling Shizune tighter as he felt her heart begin to race even wilder. "Do you remember, Shizune-san?" The true Kisame sauntered closer, Samehada in one hand, kunai in the other, and a sinister grin across his face.
"... Don't." It was hard to keep the tremor from her voice, feet digging into the ground as she began to struggle again, her mind screaming. "I'll do... what you want, please-" And it was hard for her, to realize what she was doing. Begging. For the life of her child. Because she knew what he had threatened. To rip it from her stomach. And like many of the Akatsuki members, she knew this one to be insane. All of them, insane killers. ... Insane, and she could see that insanity glittering in his eyes now. "Don't-"
Kisame leaned in, his nose practically touching hers, his warm, wet breath intense against her face. "I'm afraid you can't undo what you did. I did give you fair warning, didn't I?" Kisame's hand tightened around the kunai, and, as if to punctuate the sentence, snapped his arm forward, pushing the cold steel blade into Shizune's abdomen, the Mizu Bunshin's grip ever tightening.
She bit back a scream, though her eyes widened and her whole body shook. If- As long as he didn't move it, didn't push it in- "Please-" And she was crying now, shaking, her entire being crying out. "Please, I'll do anything-" She choked on her own sobs, futilely, even with the metal still in her, beginning to channel chakra to the wound, healing. "Anything, please-"
"I SAID ITS TOO LATE FOR THAT!" Kisame roared at the woman as she held back tears, giving another thrust on the kunai, his clenched fist touching the warm, bleeding flesh. Kisame's eyes narrowed, his sharp teeth bared. "I told to leave the arm, didn't I?" A twist of the kunai. "And I told you what I'd do, didn't I?" Another thrust, deeper still.
"Stop, please-" She couldn't even do anything more now than just heal what he did around the metal, not even reacting to the pain any longer. It hurt, it hurt, but what he was doing, the purpose of it... that hurt more. And she cried, her hear breaking more than the skin of her belly. "Anything, please-"
Kisame grinned one last time, before pulling the knife out, and throwing it to the ground. That task was done. His eyes locked with hers one last time, spitting in her face before the Bunshin dissipated, leaving her to fall to the ground. The real Kisame turned, sliding Samehada onto the strap on his back. "Maybe you'll think before you act next time, Shizune-san." With a wave of his hand, Kisame walked back into the darkness the forest held. He had kept his word, sated his bloodlust... it was a good day.