[Public Video Post] - Akatsuki
[His eyes are blue fire but his face is hardened stone. Yondaime is angry beyond belief, but he can't do anything but supplicate himself to his enemies because it's Kakashi's life that's at stake. So he's here, addressing Konoha's worst enemy, forcing the words out.]
Uchiha Madara-dono. [His voice is surprisingly calm and undisturbed--respectful ( Read more... )
Uchiha Madara-dono. [His voice is surprisingly calm and undisturbed--respectful ( Read more... )
This is war. This is reality. It can be worse than what Madara implies. No, it will be worse. And soon.
Yondaime can't afford losing control this early. But still, the very thought of this man touching Kakashi...]
What do you want?
[Yondaime ignores the crass comments, ignores the disrespect. They're not important. Only Kakashi is.]
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[Oh, Madara is having too much fun!]
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And neither Yondaime nor Minato like being cornered like this. Yondaime accepts the crude reality of what Madara has implied. Minato does not. He would rather see Madara ripped apart and gutted.
But as long as there's a possibility of Kakashi being alive--]
That is not negotiable. Why don't you state terms I might actually accept, Uchiha-dono.
[The respectfulness slips.]
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[ His voice is so lilting and smug. ]
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This, Naruto, is why I didn't want you to meet Pain. Because behind Pain is this man.
Yondaime knows that nothing good will come of this, but even so, he says--]
I'm sure.
[Forgive me, Kakashi.]
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Oh well, I suppose that's too bad that you have no use for him.
[ The Hitomi shifts then, moving as Madara does as well -- there is a blur of some kind of darkened room, and then a handful of blood-splattered silver hair comes into the screen.]
You should be proud of him. He wasn't very... talkative.
[As the Hitomi moves, Kakashi's face comes into view inch by inch, panning south over silver hair that falls over closed eyes.]
You train your dogs very well, Hokage-sama.
[And then it's clear Kakashi has no mask on -- his nose comes into sight, then his lips, slightly parted, as though in sleep.
There isn't a single bruise on him, except for splatters of blood along his jaw and cheek.]
Such a pity. He would've been more useful if he actually talked.
[And then Madara abruptly draws his arm away from the camera to allow it to capture the perfect shot: Kakashi's head, cut off at the neck and dripping with what looks like fresh blood that hadn't ( ... )
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This is not like the HiMe Matsuri, or fighting Orphans. Both which were terrible and frightening for their own reasons, but this is not. This is not the kind of war Akira has fought in. He's in no way prepared for seeing something like that.
Some ninja he makes. He throws the Hitomi away from him - hard enough to break it, crack the screen - and bolts for the bathroom.
He barely makes it to the sink before reacquainting himself intimately with gluey rice and dried-out chicken he had for dinner.
But at least he didn't start crying. ]
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That's not him--
--I'm sorry, I'm sorry
And then erupts in cold rage.]
How dare you-- [Yondaime snarls and hatred overflows--caustic and burning through reason and caution. Anger--it's safer and grief has no place here, not in front of his enemy.
But silently, Minato mourns what Yondaime cannot. Will not.
Because Yondaime doesn't easily accept what Minato does--Madara is merciless, cruel, inhumane, but not stupid.
This was too abrupt. Too thoughtless. It's not...cruel enough.
Either this is a ruse or there's more to come.]
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[ Madara is all amusement and smug satisfaction -- he clearly enjoys seeing such a visceral reaction and decides he'd like a little more. He sets the Hitomi down on some kind of surface, revealing that he has a spear. And it's this, that he stabs into the base of Kakashi's neck, sending blood flying as he impales it with a sickly squiiiish. ]
In any case, I might as well take back what belongs to me.
[ Madara continues on all too blithely as he picks up the Hitomi, which is now directed at Kakashi's bared face. His hand comes into the view of the screen, reaching right for the scar -- and then digs in. Blood runs down Kakashi's face as Madara's fingers stab and pry, and finally yanks the coveted eye out. It's this, he holds up to the Hitomi -- a red eye, with three black tomoe set against it. Blood stains his fingers. ]
Well, I suppose you can't call him Sharingan Kakashi anymore.
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Just like that image.
She'd been right there. She hadn't been more than ten feet from Kakashi when that bastard, that fucking bastard had snatched him. She'd stopped Naruto from going after him, and she regrets that now more than anything else in her life.
She should have let him go. She should have let Naruto find him, should have let him go after Madara like a natural force and let him rip Madara apart. Instead of punching Naruto she should have gone with him and helped him tear that man's flesh from his bones with her bare fucking hands and let his blood stain her hands like Kakashi's stained his, and the Kyuubi could eat the rest of him --
Should have should have shouldhaveshouldhave --Sakura's breathing is so fast and shallow and useless that she's almost hyperventilating ( ... )
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And what the hell is it with crazy sonsabitchs and eyeballs, anyway? At least he didn't eat it. Still pretty gross, though. Kakashi had seemed like an all right guy, and it was a shame that he was being used as a lure like this.
Bastard really wanted a fight. Suppose he'd get one, after this. Kinda equivalent to whipping it out and shaking it, actually - no subtlety. No style. Just brute force and a flair for the dramatic. A show-off. And with this crowd, good enough to be a show-off. That could be useful. ...Whatever kyuubi was, that could be ( ... )
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The rage reaches a point at which its burn turns him numb--it leaves him cold and cruel. He doesn't bother with recriminations, doesn't bother swearing, screaming, calling Madara an animal and scum upon the earth.]
I'm taking him back.
[It's a sharp whisper, like a furious wind that cuts. The Hitomi is held loosely in his hand, looking up towards his face, which is blank and passive.]
And when I do--
[Minato cants his head--an animal, predatory action. And though his expression is still indecipherable, his eyes are hungry for violence.]
--what you did to him will be nothing compared to what I'm going to do to you ( ... )
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I'll look forward to what you think you can do, Namikaze Minato! Let's hope you are as strong as Senju Hashirama. I haven't had a good fight in a long, long time.
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Well, I suppose you can't call him Sharingan Kakashi anymore.
That was when rage erupted, so hot and supernova like that Iruka smashed the screen with a fist, and continued to do so till the screws and mechanisms rolled off his table and clattered to the ground. He didn't want to believe it and he knew he often wished Kakashi would get hurt and things, but never, never would he wish such a thing on a comrade ( ... )
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Remember.
Never forget. Every last motion, every fall of shadow, every sound and every single drop of blood that slips down that uncovered face in the wake of that monster’s actions.
Look.
His fingers curl. Tight. Dad. Dad. Dad I don’t know what to do help me sensei is sensei is- Why do people die dad-- Tighter but not too tightly. He cannot break the Hitomi now. He cannot, even as the first hairline cracks appear across his psyche instead as he watches and he watches. He lets his fingers just squeeze instead of crushandshatter because he won’t allow it. He won’t allow it.
This.
This death.
This transgression.
No.
Thisisnotallowed.There is something twisting through him, something like horror; grief; fury; betrayal and screaming emotion but he shoves it behind soundproof glass and he lets it rage there ( ... )
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Why? The question is back again, the way it was, always. Why? Why are you like this, why did you do this, why did you kill them? Why did you kill him? why why why why why
Sasuke is eight years old again and swept up in the fucking senselessness of everything, the pointless cruelty of the world. It was to test my capacity. Once again his eyes were torn open and he saw that under the thin layer of order and rationality, under skin was a wound waiting to be opened, already festering, and any sense that the world was whole was just a lie that hadn't revealed itself. All of it. The stupid lighthearted conversations and the way he would feel a little better after them. Trying to tease him back for a change and failing miserably. Pretending to be annoyed ( ... )
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