| [Jul. 7th, 2008|04:13 am] |
Shiki looked at the pink circle of spittle between his feet. He pondered his options while Yuuko danced too-sharp nails down the rigid line of the boy's windpipe. One more chance for him, then. One more shot at doing this the easy way.
He looked at the small black case in the corner. If they had to, they would resort to genjutsu. But knowing it was really happening--that they would never again use hands or feet or eyes--often lent an edge of panic to ninja otherwise hardened against such things.
But one more try. One more chance to break for hope rather than pain. He looked at Sano.
The other jounin grimaced around his cigarette. The purple scar twisted it into something monstrous. And then his hands met, seals working, and the genjutsu was cast. Shiki hoped Sano's approximation of the woman was good enough. Good enough was all they needed. |
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