tampered | (no subject)

Current Mood: anxious
Current Location: Eastern Forest

(no subject)

When; May 7th, Evening
Rating; PG-13, maybe R.
Characters; Greed

nofunnybone
Summary; Kimimaro has had enough of Greed's bullshit. People tend to reach that point.
Log;

The feisty homunculus bounced in place from foot to foot, practicing his strikes. He knew ninjas were fast. Time to see if his training had actually paid off for him. He chose a spot that was downwind of the city, the better to smell his opponent coming. His nostril flared as he detected the scent. The same as the previous Kimimaro, unless he was the same guy. Never could tell, really.

"Come on out, kid!" he yelled, "I know you're out there!"

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"And why can't you just find a new one? Why can't you just see if somebody here can help with that little illness of yours and find a NEW way to live. There are people from worlds way beyond yours. It's like you're content to never move forward. In a way, it's like just giving up."

Find a new one. Like Orochimaru-sama was an old pair of sandals with a few snapped thongs and all he needed to do was go out and buy another set.

"You truly don't understand anything about humans," Kimimaro muttered scornfully.

"I've been around for about three centuries, kid. I DO know humans, and I know they always follow the same patterns. You're a born follower. You worship him for givin' you a purpose. A reason to exist in a life you don't consider to be worth much WITHOUT a purpose. Am I close to the mark?"

"You remind me too much of my siblings."

"What's wrong with that?" Kimimaro said, a touch of resentment colouring his voice at being pinned down so exactly by someone he barely knew.

"At least I have a purpose."

"But what does it MATTER. Plenty of things continue to exist, purpose or not. Things like "purpose" and "reason for existence" are concepts humans created to make sense of their lives. I don't CARE why I exist, but as long as I do, I'll keep doin' and takin' whatever the hell I want, whenever the hell I want. You think a tiger has a mid-life crisis where he wonders his motivation for hunting? No. It's survival instinct. You IGNORE that instinct for the sake of preserving the life of another. And not even someone who would do the same!"

"...I see." Kimimaro shook his head, the curse marks slithering back over his skin and fading into the curved seal on his chest.

"How very sad, Greed-san. You with all this power, and no one to protect."

"I protect people who I like. But I don't devote my life to them. That's codependent. You act like you can't do anything under your own power. You've been nothing but a willing slave all your life. I owed my whole creation to one being, but when the time came, I realized I'd never be free if I didn't run off. So I just did."

He returned to a more human form, his skin shifting to normal.

"Truth be told, I dislike your boss, not you. Especially because he screwed Tayuya up so much. She's a beautiful girl and he messed up her head!"

"Strength, on its own, is meaningless. Of what use is a beautiful flower without someone to appreciate its adornment?" Kimimaro intoned, thinking back to his first meeting with Orochimaru, and how it felt to be called something precious.

"Tayuya made her choice to follow, like the rest of us. If she is dissatisfied now, it is due to a flaw in her own heart."

Greed narrowed his eyes and grinned.

"Except for one delusion, Kimmy. Snake-eyes DOESN'T APPRECIATE YOU. And once he gets a more powerful minion, you're just trash he'll cast off without a second thought."

"He used her from when she was a child. That's no better than brainwashing attack dogs. There is no choice involved."

Kimimaro's chin lifted and he sent a scowl in Greed's direction.

"If Orochimaru-sama discards me, it is because I can no longer be perfect for him. That is my flaw, and one I must beg forgiveness for."

The man spoke as if childhood was somehow different from every other period of life. How stupidly naive. None of them had ever really been children. They had been shinobi from the very beginning.

"And what about Tayuya? And all the other people he fucks around with and murders for no reason?"

"He has reasons. Even if they aren't ones you agree with."

Greed had finally had enough. There was no talking to some people. They were too far gone to see the truth.

"You're really that content to be a dog?"

"I am content to be Orochimaru's weapon, yes," Kimimaro said, a bit irritated.

Had he not been saying such the entire time? Maybe it took endless repeating to sink into the man's thick head.

"Fine. I didn't come here to kill you, but I'm never going to stop talking shit about that snake. And if the chance comes to knock his block off, I'm takin' it."

Greed bent down to pick up some rocks off the floor and crush them in his hands.

"Now get out of my sight before I change my mind."

"You will never get the chance to harm Orochimaru-sama. You would have to go through me, and even then, you could never hope to defeat my master."

Kimimaro looked disdainfully at Greed's rock-dusted palms and sneered.

"If you speak ill of Orochimaru-sama in my presence I will kill you, even if it means my own destruction. Remember that."

And then Kimimaro was gone, flitting back through the trees towards the city.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only