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"Ow! Christ you old bat! Watchit with that thing!"
"Quiet, brat. There's little I can do with such worthless tools."
Naruto figured that the priest made a point of being extra harsh with the inking tools after his umpteenth complaint. It was worth a shot at least and he was sure that the elderly woman was becoming impatient with his excessive shifting and whining. But fucking Hell it hurt and his gut felt like it was on fire!
"How much longer- aughfuckow- You're gonna kill me!"
"If I wanted to kill you I wouldn't have volunteered my services. Who knew a demon could have such a mouth." The last bit was said under his breath, obviously meant to be heard what with the way she tapped almost aggressively into the blonde's skin. His nails dug hard into the ground underneath him and he could taste blood after having bit down far too hard into his bottom lip. Tattoo art was not nearly as painful in the future. Not that he knew, but he was sure that there was less chance of bleeding out. "Patience. One last symbol..."
It felt like ages until the woman was finally done and with an exhausted sigh she pulled the needle tool away, leaving the skin to heal on it's own.
Even with the process through his belly still felt tingly and warm. An annoying warmth that stayed only in the center. For a moment he thought it might be the seal doing some odd magical thing, but then thought better of it.
"Don't feel any different," he said more to himself, eyebrows furrowed. Damn it was tempting to have a poke at the ink stained flesh. He moved to do so, but his wrist was caught in a wrinkled hand that was far too strong for it's age. Naruto glanced up, matching eyes with the woman, and then looked away and let his hand go limp. Fine, no poking.
"And for your sake it should not. Leave that stain be. Forget it exists. And only the day that your skin burns brightly should you worry about it feeling different."
The fear the statement sent through the boy was painfully obvious, his eyes growing wide as he looked down at the tattoo. Suddenly he didn't even want to touch the damn thing.
"That was really creepy, y'know."
"I don't get out much."
"Quiet, brat. There's little I can do with such worthless tools."
Naruto figured that the priest made a point of being extra harsh with the inking tools after his umpteenth complaint. It was worth a shot at least and he was sure that the elderly woman was becoming impatient with his excessive shifting and whining. But fucking Hell it hurt and his gut felt like it was on fire!
"How much longer- aughfuckow- You're gonna kill me!"
"If I wanted to kill you I wouldn't have volunteered my services. Who knew a demon could have such a mouth." The last bit was said under his breath, obviously meant to be heard what with the way she tapped almost aggressively into the blonde's skin. His nails dug hard into the ground underneath him and he could taste blood after having bit down far too hard into his bottom lip. Tattoo art was not nearly as painful in the future. Not that he knew, but he was sure that there was less chance of bleeding out. "Patience. One last symbol..."
It felt like ages until the woman was finally done and with an exhausted sigh she pulled the needle tool away, leaving the skin to heal on it's own.
Even with the process through his belly still felt tingly and warm. An annoying warmth that stayed only in the center. For a moment he thought it might be the seal doing some odd magical thing, but then thought better of it.
"Don't feel any different," he said more to himself, eyebrows furrowed. Damn it was tempting to have a poke at the ink stained flesh. He moved to do so, but his wrist was caught in a wrinkled hand that was far too strong for it's age. Naruto glanced up, matching eyes with the woman, and then looked away and let his hand go limp. Fine, no poking.
"And for your sake it should not. Leave that stain be. Forget it exists. And only the day that your skin burns brightly should you worry about it feeling different."
The fear the statement sent through the boy was painfully obvious, his eyes growing wide as he looked down at the tattoo. Suddenly he didn't even want to touch the damn thing.
"That was really creepy, y'know."
"I don't get out much."