ɢʏᴍ ʀᴀᴛ || yandere! kakashi

52. (y/n) (l/n)

stuck in my own paradox, i want to set myself free; it won't be long before i become a puppet

|･ﾟﾟ･chapter fifty two･ﾟﾟ･|

(y/n) knew the moment she was engulfed by mud, everyone already separated from each other, going every which way. While others tried to climb on the walls, the dirty-blonde she was facing was probably in the air or fighting another shinobi. At this moment, she wished she would've worked on her water jutsus. (y/n)'s downfall is that she only focuses on what she's good at, and water-style jutsus are not her forte. She couldn't use her lightning jutsus... Well, she could, but she'd end up toasting herself in the process.

Her hands clawed at the malleable substance that surrounded her body, either trying to find proper ground to stand on or a place where she can breath. All while still being pushed back by a cruel wave of dirt and water.

The air saved inside her lungs was forced out of her lungs when her back crashed into the maze's wall. She felt something crack; whether it was her ribcage or the bricks she made an impact with, (y/n) didn't want to find out. Blessing her with its presence, (y/n) could breath fresh air once more.

Mud washed her once-silky tresses with its filth, her inky clothing now stained an ugly brown. After ridding the mud from her ears, explosions and traps being set off filled the maze. She glanced where the mud flooded from, yet there was no one, so she pressed forward, taking the only turn-- right.

Turning the corner again -left- there she saw a long path without any exit. "If this isn't sketch, I don't know what is," She mumbled, forgetting that her microphone was on-- along with her camera. Unlike on her clothes, the mud rolled off of the shiny device. (y/n)'s eyes observed the wall, looking for any imperfections, holes, or wires that could detonate some sort of trap. Cautiously, she took a step forward then reached into her chest rig for a kunai. As if she were in a horror movie, she constantly checked behind her.

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"Poor (y/n)! She's currently in last place! But what's this, she's about to set off one of the booby traps!" The announcer screamed into the make, as if to warn the girl of her upcoming fate.

Ino, from the stands, stared at the big screen that showed (y/n)'s perspective as she stalked forward. Then the movement stopped for a brief moment, Ino thought that there was a technical difficulty.

The (e/c)-eyed girl rooted herself in the ground and stayed there for two minutes-- two minutes too long, if you ask me. The big screen switched back and forth from (y/n)'s, Kisame's, and Gaara's perspective-- last, second, and first place. Every time it switched to her camera, she was in the same place. "Has she finally figured it out?" Ino couldn't help but ask.

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(y/n) wasn't stuck in a Genjutsu, she would've broken her mind away from it by now. It was like she was stuck in some sort of day dream. She knew she was standing completely still, however her mind was replaying something that never happened.

In her mind, she was running through the maze with ease, noticing every trap and hiding spot for the Jonin. (y/n) blinked then she was back at the long pathway the maze presented in front of her. "What can go wrong?" She sighed, she was well-aware of all the bad things that could happen if she were to mindlessly wander, basing her instincts on nothing but a daydream. She didn't know the way out though, and that was her best bet.

"Well this stinks." Out of pure boredom, she kicked a pebble a few feet in front of her. Stereotypical, she thought when a paper bomb went off, which triggered the three next to it. Dirt flew up into the air, becoming a dusty fog in front of the (h/c)-ette. Explosion after explosion went off, and that's when (y/n) realized she should've invested in earplugs. After a little bit, the dirt fluttered down on the ground, there was still a ringing in her ears.