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spkathrine) wrote2017-12-24 04:35 pm
spkathrine) wrote2017-12-24 04:35 pm
Entry tags:
- au,
- fic,
- kisame/itachi,
- naruto,
- oc
[Naruto AU] Black and Blue Prologue
Title: Black and Blue (Working Title for now)
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: Kisame+Itachi
Summary: So what if Orochimaru had been experimenting with other genetics before the war besides Juugo's? And what if a certain Akatsuki pair found out and went to investigate only to find something they didn't know what to do with? It might change a lot of things about the paths they take, the choices they make for the future. Or maybe everything would turn out as it was meant to.
Prologue
The child glared at him from the floor, hair wild and far too long, face painted in cuts and bruises old and new, teeth sharp and red with blood he was not sure was its own or from the large bite it had tried to take out of Kisame’s arm. Had this been another situation, perhaps there would have been that amused grin on his face, his own mouthful of knives shining back at the angry, defensive little urchin they had been all but gleefully led to by Kabuto. Proof of what they had heard rumors of had come from Orochimaru’s dog swiftly as he’d sent them right to this location. To this hole in the ground where the experiment Orochimaru had discarded was stored in all its disappointing and indescribable revelation.
Kisame wasn’t smiling.
The child couldn’t move. Trapped by the simplest genjutsu that would hold the raw power his eyes could see bubbling over from it like a pot left too long to boil. It was normally impractical to use lesser illusions on people with enough chakra to overwhelm them, but this child clearly had no idea how to use any of the power it had. It had no weapons and barely acknowledgeable training, though his fingers twitched and strained to grasp the kunai it had stolen from the guard and then attempted to use on Itachi, the act that had led it to being trapped as it was.
Kisame held the neck of the last living guard stationed at the underground outpost, dangling the man in the air as he kicked and struggled feebly, body losing strength as his oxygen was depleted. He’d only had until he suffocated to answer all of their questions and had done adequately enough.
“And this is the only one?” Kisame asked at last, tone genial and polite as always. If it were not for his complete lack of expression on his face, Kisame would seem as he always did—a step removed from casual violence. The sword on his back writhed for a moment, a soft scratching screech coming from it as the teeth raked against themselves.
“Y-Y-Yes! It was a failed ex-experi—ack!” the guard choked, gurgling, eyes rolling a bit and Kisame finally let him drop to the ground. He collapsed in a heap, gasping in air so quickly, he swayed on his knees with his hand rubbing his neck.
“Itachi-san?” Kisame said and he knew what he was asking. Itachi’s finger twitched and suddenly the child lurched to the side, body freed from the genjutsu. It fell, hand missing the kunai at first, but scrambled back to grab it before jumping to its feet. Dark eyes switch back and forth between them, not sure whether to attack or to run.
“We’ve learned what we came here for,” Itachi said, turning and ready to depart.
“Orochimaru…will kill me for this,” the guard whimpered on the ground, pathetically. He remained in his spot by Kisame’s feet. Perhaps too smart and stupid at the same time to considering trying to run again.
“Don’t worry about him,” Kisame said pleasantly because who thought of a snake when you were in shark-infested waters? “What about you, kid?”
Those dark eyes flickered in confusion, brow furrowing. The voice that came out was scratchy, disused and strained from the yells and growls they’d heard before. “What…What about me?” A soft jaw tensed and blue-grey fingers tightened even more on the hilt of that kunai.
“He’s yours. Do what you want with him.”
Two pairs of eyes widened and the guard skittered backward, but not fast enough to stop Kisame’s foot from stomping to shatter his ankle. The screams echoed around the room loud enough that Itachi hadn’t even heard the breaking itself. The guard pulled a kunai from somewhere as if it would truly mean anything, but Kisame twisted his arm around enough to stab through his own shoulder and into the stone ground beneath. Itachi wondered if the guard swallowed his own tongue.
The child stared as if it couldn’t understand what was going on. Kisame stared back, waiting.
The flare of fear turned to understanding, then to anger and the clench of those sharp teeth warped into an all too familiar grin that looked no less menacing on a younger face. It stepped closer, turning to focus on the guard and he wriggled about on the ground like a worm pinned to a board. The child stared down intently, not speaking. Then kunai stabbed down into the guard’s throat and ripped across like a shark ripping its teeth through its prey. Blood sprayed up, mixing with what already stained formerly white clothes but the stabbing continued until the body stopped its flopping and Itachi knew it was more than dead.
The child was breathing heavily, body shaking as it stood back up. A large hand came to rest on a thin shoulder. It was enough.
“It’s time to leave, Kisame,” Itachi said. His partner would understand. Itachi finally exited the room, making his way back toward the surface, but he had not missed the smile that sliced open Kisame’s mouth.
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: Kisame+Itachi
Summary: So what if Orochimaru had been experimenting with other genetics before the war besides Juugo's? And what if a certain Akatsuki pair found out and went to investigate only to find something they didn't know what to do with? It might change a lot of things about the paths they take, the choices they make for the future. Or maybe everything would turn out as it was meant to.
Prologue
The child glared at him from the floor, hair wild and far too long, face painted in cuts and bruises old and new, teeth sharp and red with blood he was not sure was its own or from the large bite it had tried to take out of Kisame’s arm. Had this been another situation, perhaps there would have been that amused grin on his face, his own mouthful of knives shining back at the angry, defensive little urchin they had been all but gleefully led to by Kabuto. Proof of what they had heard rumors of had come from Orochimaru’s dog swiftly as he’d sent them right to this location. To this hole in the ground where the experiment Orochimaru had discarded was stored in all its disappointing and indescribable revelation.
Kisame wasn’t smiling.
The child couldn’t move. Trapped by the simplest genjutsu that would hold the raw power his eyes could see bubbling over from it like a pot left too long to boil. It was normally impractical to use lesser illusions on people with enough chakra to overwhelm them, but this child clearly had no idea how to use any of the power it had. It had no weapons and barely acknowledgeable training, though his fingers twitched and strained to grasp the kunai it had stolen from the guard and then attempted to use on Itachi, the act that had led it to being trapped as it was.
Kisame held the neck of the last living guard stationed at the underground outpost, dangling the man in the air as he kicked and struggled feebly, body losing strength as his oxygen was depleted. He’d only had until he suffocated to answer all of their questions and had done adequately enough.
“And this is the only one?” Kisame asked at last, tone genial and polite as always. If it were not for his complete lack of expression on his face, Kisame would seem as he always did—a step removed from casual violence. The sword on his back writhed for a moment, a soft scratching screech coming from it as the teeth raked against themselves.
“Y-Y-Yes! It was a failed ex-experi—ack!” the guard choked, gurgling, eyes rolling a bit and Kisame finally let him drop to the ground. He collapsed in a heap, gasping in air so quickly, he swayed on his knees with his hand rubbing his neck.
“Itachi-san?” Kisame said and he knew what he was asking. Itachi’s finger twitched and suddenly the child lurched to the side, body freed from the genjutsu. It fell, hand missing the kunai at first, but scrambled back to grab it before jumping to its feet. Dark eyes switch back and forth between them, not sure whether to attack or to run.
“We’ve learned what we came here for,” Itachi said, turning and ready to depart.
“Orochimaru…will kill me for this,” the guard whimpered on the ground, pathetically. He remained in his spot by Kisame’s feet. Perhaps too smart and stupid at the same time to considering trying to run again.
“Don’t worry about him,” Kisame said pleasantly because who thought of a snake when you were in shark-infested waters? “What about you, kid?”
Those dark eyes flickered in confusion, brow furrowing. The voice that came out was scratchy, disused and strained from the yells and growls they’d heard before. “What…What about me?” A soft jaw tensed and blue-grey fingers tightened even more on the hilt of that kunai.
“He’s yours. Do what you want with him.”
Two pairs of eyes widened and the guard skittered backward, but not fast enough to stop Kisame’s foot from stomping to shatter his ankle. The screams echoed around the room loud enough that Itachi hadn’t even heard the breaking itself. The guard pulled a kunai from somewhere as if it would truly mean anything, but Kisame twisted his arm around enough to stab through his own shoulder and into the stone ground beneath. Itachi wondered if the guard swallowed his own tongue.
The child stared as if it couldn’t understand what was going on. Kisame stared back, waiting.
The flare of fear turned to understanding, then to anger and the clench of those sharp teeth warped into an all too familiar grin that looked no less menacing on a younger face. It stepped closer, turning to focus on the guard and he wriggled about on the ground like a worm pinned to a board. The child stared down intently, not speaking. Then kunai stabbed down into the guard’s throat and ripped across like a shark ripping its teeth through its prey. Blood sprayed up, mixing with what already stained formerly white clothes but the stabbing continued until the body stopped its flopping and Itachi knew it was more than dead.
The child was breathing heavily, body shaking as it stood back up. A large hand came to rest on a thin shoulder. It was enough.
“It’s time to leave, Kisame,” Itachi said. His partner would understand. Itachi finally exited the room, making his way back toward the surface, but he had not missed the smile that sliced open Kisame’s mouth.