君麻呂 // Kimimaro (bone_waltz) wrote in pandemansion, @ 2008-04-03 21:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | acheron parthenopaeus, arriving, kaguya kimimaro, radical edward |
April 4th: Arrival of Kimimaro
Who?: Kimimaro, OTA
What?: Kimimaro's arrival at the mansion.
When?: Late afternoon
Where?: On the beach.
Rating?: I'll say PG-13 in advance, just to be safe... Kimi's not at his most stable at the moment.
Status? Ongoing.
The last thing Kimimaro remembered was falling, down into the macabre forest of bone that he’d created, and being gripped by a paralyzing fear: not of his own death, but of his failure to defeat his opponents. They’re going to catch up to Sasuke, they’re going to find him and take him back, Orochimaru will have to find another host body, and it will all have been for nothing. I’ve failed him, I’m useless, I deserve to die now… Those had been his final panicked thoughts as he fell into unconsciousness and towards certain death.
But somehow, he was not dead. His body was covered in small bleeding wounds and blotchy bruises, his lungs protested every breath as if he’d had the wind knocked out of him… but he was not dead, and he was not in the bone forest. He was lying on wet sand and rough gravel, the afternoon sun was beating down on his pale skin, and his clothes were damp and smelled of salt. As his mind tried to process these things through the pain, a rush of water came over him, stinging his eyes and making him cough as it receded. He was lying on a beach beneath a stretch of tall rocky cliffs, right at the shoreline.
Summoning what little sense of self-preservation he still had, Kimimaro attempted to get up and move, only to find that the muscles in his arms trembled and spasmed with the slightest exertion, and his legs simply refused to support him. The next wave came just as he’d gotten in a position to pull himself further towards the cliffs, knocking him down into the sand. This was his punishment for failure… he would not die nobly in battle as a shinobi ought to, or in his bed in the Hidden Village of Sound with Orochimaru by his side (and perhaps he would’ve said You were my most loyal servant, Kimimaro, and I shall not find you easy to replace, and perhaps he would’ve grieved, if only for a short time.) Either of those would have been a mercy. Instead he would die here, lying on his face in the sand, the salty seawater biting at wounds and the sun burning his body… his wasted life unmourned and forgotten.