𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐢 | ɴᴀʀᴜᴛᴏ ꨄ︎ ꜱʜɪᴘᴘᴜᴅᴇɴ

Grief

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Twigs and leaves snapped under my direct steps, contrasting Kimimaro's lighter footing. His back faces me, guiding me just as he said.

I think he almost told me everything there was about him, like he was some slow-dying patient. All I cared for knowing was the fact that he was once the leader of those Sound-nin, which makes me question just how powerful the white-haired male is. 

If I thought the situation in between those four traitors was bad enough, being put in the same atmosphere as their ex-leader has my senses spiked. I almost pity them all, had it not been this circumstance as I continue to have sloppy tracks from whatever new affect the blue liquid was currently giving me.

"My purpose is rewritten for our Lord. I am a body no more with only the power of will left." Kimimaro's calm tone couldn't relax me in the slightest.

In other words, he's more of a disposable pawn than a devotee.

"I'd hate to not have my own body, sounds dull." I comment, staring at his side profile.

There was something softly menacing about him that gave me a similar vibe to Gaara back when I first met him.

"Think what you wish, Suki-Sama. But this is only the beginning." He's a tall wall, too loyal to Orochimaru. 

No response, I look down at the grass, grasping the straps of the sizzling pail against my back. Whether or not Sasuke was listening in as well, I didn't care. Looks like there 's still endless hell awaiting me by Kimimaro's words.

I could turn and run, again. But then what? Risk Orochimaru sending his followers out for me once more? I don't think my heart can cope with another death.

"I can tell you are conflicted. Once we reach Otogakure, Lord Orochimaru will supply more doses to fix you." Kimimaro's topic of the blue liquid caused my face and hands to twitch fitfully. 

Fix, fix, fix... 

Fix. That damn repetitive word. I scowl just at the thought of it, "These doses... What are they?"

"That's a question I can't completely answer." He shook his head, looking over his shoulder to my heavy gaze.

Shit. "Why give them to me?" I reworded, stubborn.

"They're there to ensure your stages of awakening are not interrupted. Lord Orochimaru hand-crafted these for your taste only." He lightly explained, hardly giving me a glance no more.

A noiseless, long exhale escapes my nose. I couldn't suppress the chills running up and down my spine like an instrument. All this time I was born for Orochimaru. It's honestly no wonder Uncle never mentioned anything.

My old man knew exactly what I was like... from the start as I were that once troubled child. He knew I'd be interested. Knew I wouldn't be standing here today. The mere imagination of being under Orochimaru's command sickens me.