| [Jan. 21st, 2009|03:53 pm] |
Tsume didn't have time to react to learning that no one alive had done this before the room went dark. If she hadn't been busy bracing for the unknown, she'd have had a few words to say. They probably would have started with her own brand of insult and degraded from there, so perhaps the darkness was a boon. The eerie green light wasn't exactly soothing, turning them all to under-lit horror movie stars. Her pupils dilated swiftly, and the strange not-light didn't reflect in her or her familiar's eyes, leaving them dark shapes with faint lines.
Chakra lines, she realized, and looked down.
The ran in smooth liquid trails through the inky black of her body, warping and stretching out where normal pathways would travel upward--only to stop suddenly, bluntly, twisting back on themselves and connecting in ugly patches to pathways they shouldn't naturally connect to.
Amputated and re-connected suddenly took on a new meaning. Touching her chakra was like biting into tin-foil, Raidou had said, looking like he was ready to vomit. She understood.
Standing on the other disk, Kuromaru whined. He looked very alone. Instinctively she reached for him. Not with her arms, but with her chakra. It lurched through her body as uncoordinated as it had been since they'd split, and the pale glow brightened along all the lines of broken and patched pathways. In surprise she looked up, and saw Kuromaru's do the same.
The space between them remained a blackened void. Each of them locked in their own body, powerless, helpless, as neither had been since cubs.
Any Hyuuga could look at their chakra pathways. Any Hyuuga could see the clan secrets that allowed the Inuzuka their jutsu. Any Hyuuga could trace the path of chakra from human to familiar, understanding in an eyeblink how the pathway worked--and how to use it against them. Any Hyuuga could sever the links, making both human and canine nearly useless. Only one Hyuuga could put them back together.
Her gaze flicked to Haruichi, his own chakra bright and perfect. Smooth, sleek lines spun through his body with a quicksliver glow, sharp and graceful. If he couldn't fix them...
She didn't know whether to fear him or hate him. Kuromaru whined again. |
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