𝘼𝙣𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙨 】 𝘜ᶜʰⁱʰᵃ ᵐᵉⁿ

Indra's Malevolence; [ His pain ]

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" Were monsters born from wars or wars were created by monsters..? Monster is something we can't control "

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_ 《His pain》 _

[ Author's Point Of View ]

The poor boy barely have any sleep, his eyes only looking at the window where the sun shines. He dreads to see the sun peeking at him, knowing that sooner or later, before the sun goes down.. a bloodbath is bound to happen.

His eyes losing its life as he sits up, his hands shaking a little bit from the tension. This day will be the first time of him taking someone's life-in his case a massive number of lives which is a big jump of an experience.

He looks at his side, seeing the long blade of the katana resting at his table, and a knife which is exclusively for the girl. Zetsu instructed him further yesterday that he should plunge it to the girl's heart, that way there will be zero chances of her survival.

Indra can feel the bile rising up to his throat, he can't do it.

For killing a person who gave him a nice hot bowl of delicious ramen.

He can't do it..

For killing a clan who do nothing but accept him and treat him like a valued individual..

He can't do it..

For killing the girl whom he saved at the first place..

He can't fucking do it..

How ironic, for someone who's a hero to another will be the one to do the reaping too. His lower lip quivers as he shakily stands up, dragging himself to the bathroom before washing his face off. He looks at his own reflection, his face holds nothing but tiredness.

He puts the bandages around each locks of either side of his face, putting on a kimono which is adorned with magatama signs at each side, tied together by a dark sash, he didn't put any disguise.

" It's their last time seeing me anyways.. " he utters in monotone.

He ties the katana diagonally against his back and slides the knife inside the sheath that was attached to his side. With a shaky breath, he sprints into the forest. His face void of any emotion.

Since the sun's rays barely reaches the village yet, he have an ample amount of time to do his task without anyone's knowledge. He squints his eyes as rain harshly slaps him in the face, the coldness of the air is nothing to be compared to the blood that freezes inside of his veins, his grip on the blade of the katana tightens as he nears the village.

His heart booming wildly as images of their last moment flashes before his eyes.

" I'm sorry but I don't have any money.. "

" I didn't mention any price, did I.. Ichirou? "

" Now, eat with me.. "