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He watched the world through pain hooded eyes
Hiding fromt he hate
And ignoring the lies
Purple eyes closed as the hurt became to much
He held himself gently
Desperate for a tender touch.
Dragging himself upright he gasps as the twinge
A masochist in agony
He found the joy over before it begins
His steps were labored as he ran through the night
Trying desperately
To forget about the fight
Sometimes being immortal can be undesiarable
When the only man you love
Finds you uncompliable.
The fit of rage was so much worse then the last
He finds his strengh fading
And gives in to the inevitable collapse
The footsteps he hears coming
Bring a tightness to his chest
He knows this strong football
So much better then the rest
He closes his eyes and braces himself for the blow
But the hand he now feels
Expresses the love thats rarely shown.
He looks at the unmasked face
At the stiches and the eyes
He lets his tears fall
Dropping his disguise
A quiet "I'm so sorry" is whispered in his ear
He is pulled into a warm lap
as he lets go of his fear.
Hiding fromt he hate
And ignoring the lies
Purple eyes closed as the hurt became to much
He held himself gently
Desperate for a tender touch.
Dragging himself upright he gasps as the twinge
A masochist in agony
He found the joy over before it begins
His steps were labored as he ran through the night
Trying desperately
To forget about the fight
Sometimes being immortal can be undesiarable
When the only man you love
Finds you uncompliable.
The fit of rage was so much worse then the last
He finds his strengh fading
And gives in to the inevitable collapse
The footsteps he hears coming
Bring a tightness to his chest
He knows this strong football
So much better then the rest
He closes his eyes and braces himself for the blow
But the hand he now feels
Expresses the love thats rarely shown.
He looks at the unmasked face
At the stiches and the eyes
He lets his tears fall
Dropping his disguise
A quiet "I'm so sorry" is whispered in his ear
He is pulled into a warm lap
as he lets go of his fear.
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Senses: KisaIta
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Kisame
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I drifted from my thoughts when his voice entered my mind. The Raven did not look troubled when I glanced him over. I was used to the softness of his tone anyway, the way he never gave indi
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In stitches -KakuHida-
-In stitches (KakuHida)-
Kakuzu staggered down a dim hallway in the Akatsuki lair, slumping unusually in his black with red clouds cloak. Him and his Jashin-addicted partner Hidan just got back from a mission in the Lands of Snow, they were sent to assassinate a couple of ninjas who had been causing trouble for the Akatsuki. Kakuzu hadnt realized just how strong they were. He didnt let Hidan know this, for he knew hours of bragging and whatnot would follow, but he had gotten a deep cut in the square of his back. He had done a quick stitch-up when Hidan wasnt looking, but he wished he hadnt. The coarse threads he had u
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Persuade Me + KakuHidan
"...absolutely not."
Hidan's face fell, and his shoulder sloped dramatically. His jaw dropped a bit, looking politely incredulous, while his eyes glazed lightly and a small whine came from him.
"But... but... Kakuzu... Why?"
"You don't need it." Kakuzu glanced up and around at the Jashinist, at his pitiful stance and his pleading eyes. "I'm not spending money on it." He turned back to his notebook, scribbling down a few more figures.
"COME ON!" Hidan's depressed demeanor was instantly replaced by angry desperation. "I DO SO FUCKING NEED ONE! THE SCYTHE IS SUPPOSED TO HAVE THREE BLADES, NOT TWO! I WANT THIS ONE FIXED, DAMMIT! COME OOOONNNN
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Yeah...its a poem
~emoish mood~
In case you didn't notice its in Hidan's point of view after Kakuzu beats the shit of him...
Goodbye.
~emoish mood~
In case you didn't notice its in Hidan's point of view after Kakuzu beats the shit of him...
Goodbye.
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