Kitsuki
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Read it, don't read it. Maybe you'll like it? Who knows? "Kitsune-sama." A tall rugged ninja, with a Hidden Mist headband titled to the side, bowed to one knee. "Zabuza. Haku. What's the situation?" The teenager asked coldly, her back facing a village in the Land of Waves. She'd been here before but- "Oi! Zabuza, if you don't kill that masked freak in front of ya, I'll kill that kid!" A short man in dark tiny sunglasses screamed across the semi-unfinished bridge. "What kid?" The teenager asked. "Inari." Haku answered, his head bowed low. Kitsune didn't flinch as she ordered them, "Find him. Zabuza, leave your sword. I'll handle this." She turned around as the tall ninja handed her his Executioner Blade. "You'll pay the price for messing with one of mine, Gato, you greedy fat fucking pig." With the giant blade in hand, she took an unnatural stance, moved her masked to the side of her face, and unleashed her Rinnegan. I DO NOT OWN NARUTO, JUST THE PLOT. K THANKS BYYYYYE.
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The bandages that covered his face in life have fallen away, all incinerated and hanging loosely around his neck. His face is completely destroyed. Unrecognizable. The skin covering his face is no longer there, all having melted away. His blood vessels have all burst, his nerves have fried along with the majority of his muscles. His jaw opens and closes a little bit. His eyes bore into me. They're large and round and completely accusing. His teeth are covered in bits of burnt muscle. I feel my heart thudding in my chest. He steps closer, closer. His bone gleams in the dim light. As he closes in on me, a pounding noise begins ringing through my ears. My heart beat- ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum. It looked like he had been tossed into a fryer, fried alive, and he had been. By me. I did this to someone. I killed someone's team mate, someone's son. I killed someone's important person. -- Kimiko Kioku, a memory keeper. Never forgets anything, always notices, from the exact way the wind blew her hair against her face to coloring with her brother at five to the lullaby her mother would sing to her as she rocked her when she was not even a year old. She remembers. She remembers the blood, the glassy, clouded over eyes her brother had as he said his last words. She remembers the very first person she killed. She remembers how abandoned she feels, and how everything always feels like it's falling apart at the seams. (Can you say 'worst summary ever to exist'? Okay, maybe not that bad. But still pretty bad.)

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