Til death and beyond

Beautiful Disaster

I left Deidara to search for more clay as I studied the approaching army. They really spared the entirety of this division for a search of merely two reanimations. I suppose it was better to be safe than sorry.

I felt relieved that I was able to say what's been on my mind and made my intentions clearer. Deidara seemed to be in deep thought after I opened up. I wondered if he had second thoughts about staying a reanimation but of course, I would by no means stop him from pursuing any further art. It's just that I wouldn't want to join him in such a quest.

Well, enough thinking about him and more focus on the advancing enemy. Somehow, knowing that I couldn't be killed damped all of my exhilaration for this fight since, if it weren't for their sheer numbers, they wouldn't stand a chance. Another thing to miss about being alive.

The unit was led by Kankuro and Kurotsuchi. When I was still stuck inside that puppet I wasn't really able to get a look at her but now that she was here running towards me, I couldn't help but feel insecure. Her air was short and boyish but her outfit was elegant and a little revealing. I wondered if Deidara really only saw her as a sister. She wore her outfit with style while I was stuck in this ugly plain cloak.

Thinking of which, what was I even wearing beneath that? I peeked through the opening but there were no undergarments beneath. Huh. Interesting.

"Anjira!" Deidara looked at me with a panicked expression. "What are you doing?!"

"Sorry..." I mumbled, flustered that I just peeked under my cloak in front of hundreds of samurai. "You go back and find your clay!" I barked at him and forced myself to focus, releasing my curse seal, and thinking how I should attack them without my guitar. There were far more of them and they were all armored from head to toe, so clawing their guts out would probably be a lot more of a challenge than those naked test subjects before.

My eyes wandered over them until I noticed one shinobi in the far back who could barely hold my guitar and carelessly plucked some strings, which pissed me off. Did he think that was a toy?!

I spread my wings, flying over the approaching samurai and after slashing his throat with my claws, I grabbed my guitar and stroked it. What a relief to be united with it again, I felt so much more complete and secure with it in my possession.

I wasted no time playing a song which created a tornado around me and sent about fifty samurais flying before proceeding to increase the intensity of my vibrations to slowly kill them from hemorrhage. Others distanced themselves from me, careful not to be caught and attempted to use far range attacks, which I controlled and used against them. Some more samurai fell to me but I was cautious not to include Kurotsuchi in my attack, knowing that Hiroaki might still need her to take care of him.

The music though... It felt really good to feel it vibrate through me but not as much as when I was still alive, it would never compare to the feeling of butterflies in my stomach and my heart beating with the rhythm of my music. A kind of high I would never feel again. The nostalgia bothered me even more.

All of a sudden, Deidara swooped in the battlefield with his bird and grabbed me, leaving an explosion to kill off those nearby. The blast wasn't very strong and I suspected he didn't gather that much clay after all.

"How much clay did you get? Judging from your explosion, I don't think you got a lot. "

"Just about enough, hm."

"Why didn't you get more? I could have bought you plenty more time!"

"The clay around here sucks anyway. Plus, there's too many of them!"