Hidan's Baby Boy

Hidan's Baby Boy

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Akuma Ketsueki, and eight year old who woke up and found himself in the woods with a note from his father two years ago. He now in the village and one of the most adorable, and smartest younger ninjas ever to make it in the Academy. After being interrogated, and questioned he fits in just fine. But what most people don't know about Ketsueki is that he was born in the Akatsuki, he's a killer. Heartless. And Evil. When it comes to missions. Will they find out yes, no, you don't know. Pretty sure we all don't know...blah blah blah descriptions are lame 😒 enjoy
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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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