| Love the Sound When You Come Undone. [Kakashi & Genma] |
[May. 17th, 2009|10:46 am] |
[Backstory. Set three years after the Kyuubi attack, one year after How to Lose a Life.]
Torture was an ugly word, but the kanji was simple to remember. Kakashi held his hands carefully above the paper as he wrote, trying not to smear wet ink with drying blood. He could feel the chuunin's eyes on him, tickling a wary brand as they looked him over from dripping silver hair to mud-caked sandals. He ignored the feeling for the most part, focused on not letting his fingers shake the words.
...captive was held for seven days, as instructed...
He felt buzzed--ramped up on chakra pills and bright red adrenaline. It hummed in his blood, danced along his bones. He narrowed one eye behind his ANBU mask, forcing himself to keep still as the pen scritched.
...genjutsu used first...
Illusions were easier. Quieter. They'd leave a scar, but not a mark. You could return a clean body and a shattered mind--if that was what had been paid for. Kakashi shifted, bracing his back against the cold stone wall. Fingers tapped against the board he was using to write on, spotting the wood with the marks of his trade. His left hand twitched through it, drawing out a pattern.
...progressed to physical methods on the third day...
( The chuunin was glaring. ) |
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| World's Oldest Painkiller [Tsume, Ginta, Kuromaru] |
[May. 17th, 2009|09:16 pm] |
[Backdated. Takes place March 22, ten minutes after Wild Dog in a Nest of Vipers, the evening before Carry Me Home (and the Tsume threads that followed), and two days before Dude, That Was YOU?]
"I told them to open the door so I could rip off their faces, but they wouldn't," Kuromaru growled. His growl rose into a snarl as they passed through the sublevel corridors, past more Intel agents. As far as he was concerned, they were probably all in on it, and therefore equally worthy of his anger.
"Well, hang onto that ripping of faces. When Botan gets out of here--"
"I'm going to rip off his face so much."
Tsume nodded grimly, shoving into the stairwell and hammering up. "Me, too. Bite off his other pinky."
Kuromaru's tail wagged enthusiastically. "I can't believe they just locked me in a cell. Why didn't they interrogate me? I'd have told them."
Tsume didn't point out that they were probably more worried about his ripping their faces off. The second floor came and went.
"And then, if they didn't believe me or made you smell upset, I'd have ripped their faces off."
( Tsume slammed through the third floor doorway. ) |
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