𝑪𝑨𝑺𝑯 𝑹𝑼𝑳𝑬𝑺 𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹𝒀𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮

Ⲧⲏⲉ ⲟⲅⳏⲏⲁⲛ. Ⲧⲏⲉ ⲧⲏⳕⲉ⳨. Ⲧⲏⲉ ⳋⲟ𝖽𝖽ⲉ⳽⳽. Ⲧⲏⲉ ⳑⲉⲁ𝖽ⲉⲅ. Ⲁⳑⳑ ⲟ⳨ ⲏⲉⲅ ⳕ⳽ ⳽ⲧⳕⳑⳑ ⲙⲉ.

𝔾𝕠𝕕 𝕊𝕠𝕦𝕝: ℂ𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕠𝕤

“Didn’t know you’re into that sorta stuff, Kakuzu-san.”

“Eh, he’s a little colorfully fun.”

“You’re no fun. Hidan hasn’t influenced you yet, hmm.”

“Well, technically you are like a zillion years old Kakuzu-san, hmm.”

❛ With that being said— don't mind me taking 𝘢𝘭𝘭 your money. ❜

I̳ ̳d̳̳i̳̳d̳̳n̳’̳t̳ ̳w̳̳a̳̳n̳̳t̳ ̳t̳̳o̳ ̳h̳̳u̳̳r̳̳t̳ ̳t̳̳h̳̳e̳̳m̳ ~ ( ☠︎ ) I̳ ̳o̳̳n̳̳l̳̳y̳ ̳w̳̳a̳̳n̳̳t̳̳e̳̳d̳ ̳t̳̳o̳ ̳k̳̳i̳̳l̳̳l̳ ̳t̳̳h̳̳e̳̳m̳ ~ ( ☠︎ )

blood shed so long ago it has, with age, acquired the color and texture of rust. sad, ominous stains, a threat, a menace, memorials of pain.

you are a violent, unflinching man. your hands are hammers and they strike whoever reaches for you. but your conscience, whatever might exist of it, is clear, because you you tell yourself you're never going to hurt again. right? not like the little boy you'd once been.

⠀ the kunoichi pivoted in an instant, dodging the swing with ease. a hand dragged across the rocks as she slid, skidding to a stop in a crouching position. she breathed in and clenched her fists, feeling the hum of chakra running through her body. [ . . . ] ⠀