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After the Fourth Great Shinobi World War ended, the world was experiencing a time of peace. The villages for once were able to live in relative harmony with one another as they rebuilt, and for once, all seemed to be well. The kage were able to live peaceful lives and soon began retiring, passing on the baton to the next generations. That is until an unknown virus infects the northern coast. The first to fall is the once powerful Raikage, Ay. While many thought this virus was a simple mutation of what may have well been the flu, no one would ever think of the destruction it would cause. Especially when it infected a certain Uzumaki Naruto.
With his death came the malice; with the malice came the destruction; with the destruction came the shinobi' revolt; and with the revolt came the sacrifices. The Bijuu became filled with malice that they sought to destroy the world. Shinobi sought a way to fight them and once again capture each of the Bijuu. Time passed, and a plan was devised. The Jinchuuriki would be sacrificed for the greater good of the world, and with the deaths of nine individuals, an uneasy peace began.
As time continued, the villages began to truly restructure. In a peace that would last 80 years after the downfall of the Bijuu, the world would see the creation of a great many things. Technology was beginning to take root and before long the blossoms that grew from the tree of the advanced mind would bear fruit. A many great things came to be. A railroad between the vast many nations. Mechanical limbs to replace lost ones. Radios that could reach between villages. Everything seemed to be becoming less reliant on the shinobi. Only the need for them never truly vanished. As with the growth of time, also continued the growth of malice.
Kaede coughed, then winced, feeling a pain in his chest. He must have cracked a couple ribs falling out of the goddamn tree. That was just lovely. He was going to end up in the hospital again at this rate.
When the rogue approached him, Kaede took probably the stupidest option - the brash one - and spit at him. Of course, it got on his mask, not his face, but the point had been made. "Shut the fuck up, please and thanks."
Xero didn't so much as blink when the spit struck his mask. "That's a shame. I could have used someone like you." He said, throwing the man's head back into the mud covered ground. Xero then pulled another kunai from his robe, taking his time to examine the blade. "Now your reward is simply a slow, agonizing death. Unless you think your friends will actually come to save you." He chuckled, stabbing his enemy in the abdomen leaving out the lightning chakra. After all a dull blade cuts harder, not smarter. The shadows would return to their natural form after this, leaving the puncture wounds where they had struck. Xero was confident it would be too difficult to try and move for it to be worth it to the man.
Notes
Because Deep Down Inside...
There's Something That Waits To Be Broken...
"In reality, it is more fruitful to wound than to kill. While the dead man lies still, counting only one man less, the wounded man is a progressive drain upon his side."
-B H Liddell Hart-
Now, normally, it was kind of a pain. At this moment, with his binder still nice and snug, and some cracked ribs, Kaede really wished breathing wasn't necessary because it hurt like a motherfucker.
"Ooh, I'm so scared. Please don't hurt me," he deadpanned. Kaede had faced death plenty of times, and most of those times had been more unpleasant than this. He wasn't afraid to die. Most of the time, he wished he were dead. So really, the rogue would be doing him a favor.
He gritted his teeth and whimpered - a high-pitched, feminine whimper - when the asshole pushed a kunai into his stomach. Then he glared, which the enemy couldn't see, and spit out, "Do your worst, you son of a bitch."
The rogue's eyes narrowed behind his mask when the man tried acting tough. Not that it would matter, he would be dead soon enough anyway. Xero caught the effeminate whimper that came from the man as he was stabbed. Could it be you're hiding something...? He wondered as he was told to do his worst. "You may regret giving me the option." Xero commented, removing the blood-covered knife from Kaede's torso and using it to slash down across the center of his chest.
Notes
Because Deep Down Inside...
There's Something That Waits To Be Broken...
"In reality, it is more fruitful to wound than to kill. While the dead man lies still, counting only one man less, the wounded man is a progressive drain upon his side."
-B H Liddell Hart-
His first thought when the man slashed him was that his binder was pretty much ruined, and if he moved the rogue would find out. His second thought was fucking shit that hurt, and it was accompanied by a high-pitched shriek. Yeah, he was used to pain, but shit, man, this was rough.
When he managed to compose himself, panting slightly, he spoke. "You don't scare me," he muttered. "And neither does death. So do your fucking worst."
"You may not be afraid of death, but doing my worst doesn't necessarily mean I'll kill you." He countered with a sadistic chuckle. The rogue began tracing the new wound with the kunai. "You're awfully loud, you wouldn't happen to be hiding anything, would you?"
Notes
Because Deep Down Inside...
There's Something That Waits To Be Broken...
"In reality, it is more fruitful to wound than to kill. While the dead man lies still, counting only one man less, the wounded man is a progressive drain upon his side."
-B H Liddell Hart-
Kaede stayed silent, Sharingan eyes surveying the rogue. When he began to trace the line of the new wound with the kunai, dangerously close to revealing something he'd rather not have revealed, the ANBU flinched, inching backwards. He didn't get very far, though; the pain was almost overwhelming. He doubled over and groaned, not realizing until after he'd done it that he'd just shown the rogue his, well, womanly curves.
Why do I have the feeling that this isn't going to end well?
Xero eyed the shinobi's chest, smirking behind his mask. "I see... That's why you wouldn't mind dying. You're already running from yourself." The rogue grabbed both of Kaede's arms and slammed him back into the ground. "I have some good news for you missy. I won't be killing you today."
"In reality, it is more fruitful to wound than to kill. While the dead man lies still, counting only one man less, the wounded man is a progressive drain upon his side."
-B H Liddell Hart-
His Sharingan faded away into bewildered pink. How the hell had the rogue pinpointed that so easily?
He let out a sharp gasp as the man roughly slammed him to the ground, mask askew from the impact. Kaede took shallow breaths, trying to will the pain away. It was so intense that he barely heard the rogue's words. Everything was bleeding and he was dizzy and it hurt to think, let alone move. Shit.
The rogue loved the confused and fearful look he got from Kaede's one exposed eye. He cut open the ANBU's uniform, intending to completely humiliate the enemy. "I'm not going to kill you, but when I'm done you won't just not mind dying; you'll wish you were dead." And with that, Xero began his act of mortification against the shinobi.
Notes
Because Deep Down Inside...
There's Something That Waits To Be Broken...
"In reality, it is more fruitful to wound than to kill. While the dead man lies still, counting only one man less, the wounded man is a progressive drain upon his side."
-B H Liddell Hart-
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