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DollFace

DollFace

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WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Sun, Oct 11, 20201h 29m
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Fanfic
Naruto
Alternate Universe (AU)
Original Character (OC)
Anime and Manga
She was beautiful, breathtaking actually. With eyes a shade of green that reminded him of the purest jade. Pastel pink hair richer than any fine silk, milky white skin with lips as soft as cotton. She reminded him of a doll, so ethereal in all her beauty. So, so...frail. But Kakashi sensei had always taught him to look underneath the underneath. And the truth beneath that porcelain mask proved to be far more sinister than he imagined. ____________________________________ The Naruto world, but with a little twist. [[COMPLETED]] #1 in sakuraharuno #2 in sasusaku #177 in naruto #21 in Team7 #19 in insanity #2 in narusaku #1 in inner #32 in kill #148 in alternateuniverse Enjoy :) Previous Cover made by @ravioli_is_life_xx ⚠️I'VE TRIED EVERYTHING I COULD TO FIX THIS BUT IT WON'T WORK. PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION⚠️
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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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