#۩ Flickering Light: Tenshi/One for All

[bubblegumfanfictions]

Down the Rabbit Hole- Chapter 11

Fandom- Angels of Death, Satsuriku No Tenshi

Ships- Zack Foster x Original Female Character

Warnings- Swearing

Summary- Robin Reyes is a fucked up girl, from a young age she was molested by doctors and sometimes her mother's boyfriend. With her mother's abuse getting worse and worse the girl snaps and kills them both. While on the run she gets approached by a group of people claiming they know a place where people like her could kill, legally. All she needed to do was follow the rules.

When Robin meets Rachel she realises that she wants to try her hand at a normal life despite how abnormal she is and when she meets Zack they gradually warm up to each other until she realises who she wants that normal life with.

Word Count- 2722

After a few minutes of silence, Zack felt something move under his feet, "Hey, it feels like something rang under my feet. That means I can move right?" Zack grins, wading out of the water. Robin wrung out her dress to the best of her abilities, it was now just damp and Zack handed her back her Apron which she also squeezed out.

"Guess we should head back to the hole, right?" Zack asked Robin, who was attempting to pull her damp dress onto her body. Aside from that, she was uncharacteristically quiet. Zack had only been with her for a short time, but he was used to her obnoxiousness.

"Oi, Dumbass, you alive in there? Helllooooooo?" He kept tapping the blonde repeatedly, trying to get her to say something. He doesn't like one-sided conversations. He realised it had to be to do with what she told him, or her crying. Maybe she thought he would kill her? In a normal situation, he absolutely would but he related to shitty adults abusing, manipulating and scaring their children, he knew it all too well.

"If it means anything, you're still the same annoying ass girl that giggles too much, that ain't gonna change anytime soon, so quit your moping, it is almost more annoying than your normal mood. Not sure if this'll help any but I know what it's like to get fucked up by adults who think they're better than you."

Robin smiled a bit at that but she still looked upset. "Ughh, don't give me that look, you look like Rachel when you smile. Fuckin' dead eyes, the both of you." In retort to that, Robin tilts her head to the side, managing the deadest look possible and dropping to her knees.

"Please... Kill me." She looked at Zack dead in the eyes before he began to giggle like a maniac, that was when she finally lost it. She got up and they finally began to walk to the hole.

The second they left the first room however, the lights began to flicker. Maybe five or six times before Robin spoke up. "Looks like some dipshit forgot to pay the electricity bills" Zack giggled, that was the sort of thing he'd say. As annoying as Robin is, it was nice to have someone on the same wavelength.

When they get into graveyard 2, Zack runs straight up to the hole. "She still isn't back? What the fuck is inside there anyway? If that bitch is going to bolt on me-" Zack was interrupted by Robin groaning loudly.

"She won't, remember? She wants you to kill her. She won't bolt until you do." Zack nodded, pacing back and forward in front of Rachel's grave as he sorts through his thoughts.

"What the hell is up with her anyway? She won't run, she's all emotionless... It is fucking creepy." He thinks for a moment and then continues. "Yeah, it would be boring as fuck killing her. Maybe when she is frolicking around like a gleeful little dipshit, then I'll kill her." Robin sits down on a neighbouring tombstone with an equally thoughtful expression.

"Not necessarily, you saw her back there, if it wasn't for the dead eyes she almost looked alive." Zack raised an eyebrow. "What? I said almost." Zack stops his pacing while letting out a loud groan.

"Fuck sake, this is driving me mad!" As if on cue, or to purposely piss off Zack further the lights flickered. "Ugh, not again." Robin got up from her seated position when an odd feeling ran through her body as if she was being watched. She stood next to Zack as they both looked around the room, the lights flickering once, twice, three times and then a fourth before totally blacking out.

Robin felt herself freaking out at how dark it was, she knew she could handle the dark, she got over it shortly after killing the Doctors at the asylum but that still didn't help the gnawing feeling that something was about to go wrong. "Oh, are you FUCKING serious!?" She heard Zack yell to her left. "IT'S PITCH BLACK!"

The two killers tried navigating themselves into corners so they won't get jumped but ended up slamming into each other. "Watch where you're going, dipshit." Robin hissed at the taller boy.

"In case you didn't notice, I CAN'T!" Just as Robin was about to respond Zack stopped her. "Shhh. Who's there?" Zack called out as he clearly heard extra footsteps in the room.

"You grave desecrator." A child's voice? They have a child running this floor? The lights flicker back on, presumably controlled by the floor master. Robin looked down at the young boy, he couldn't have been older than 15 although she couldn't really tell due to the weird mask he was wearing. He had on some large blue overalls, oversized gloves and a red scarf and he held a large shovel in his hands.

"....Huh?" was Zack's reaction to the child that stood before them. He looked down at the child seemingly offended by the fact that whoever was running the joint thought that this kid could take him out.

"Howdy, Zack! ...Robin. The names Eddie." The young boy looked at the carnage that Zack has caused and sighed. "I had a nice spot for you with everyone else but you had to ruin your own grave? And Robin's? You are insane." Zack rolled his eyes, propping himself against his scythe, like always.

"Yeah, but don't you think mine was a piss-poor excuse of a grave? --No?" As quick as he could Zack lifted his scythe in preparation to attack Eddie but Eddie was faster. He switched out the lights and ran beside Robin before switching them back on. "...Damn you-"

Eddie looked forlornly down at Zack's grave and the hole. "Sorry, due to the circumstances yours was a bit of a rush job-- The hole is only half dug." Eddie's stance suddenly changes as he seemed very smug now. "But your tombstone is just fine, I'd say it fits you to a 'T' if you catch my drift." He proceeds to giggle in a creepy horror movie manner.

"How about I make YOUR grave instead?" Zack goes to attack the boy but gets stopped by Robin.

"Whoa Whoa Whoa I think fucking NOT, the little sod is just going to turn out the lights and then I'll be flayed!" Zack laughs at her comment.

"Two for the price of one!" He readies his blade again as the lights begin to flicker and dim and then it goes dark again, without a moment to spare Robin jumps out of the way just before she gets hit by the full force of his weapon. They flick back on again but this time Eddie is standing opposite the two adults with a grin peeking through the hole in his mask.

"Well, enough about you. I'm more interested in finishing that girl's grave, I'm in love." Zack looks at Robin, confused. Robin shook her head and gestured it towards the hole in the wall hearing Zack make a sound of acknowledgement. Eddie pouts and turns away from them. "It's always the same thing, making graves for murder victims day in and day out! It's boring! Sure making graves is my passion-- but the bodies that occupy them aren't quite as loveable. They lack beauty."

This was a bizarre situation. This murderous child just stood there talking about making graves. Robin and Zack looked at each other, at a loss as to what to do. They knew they would be too slow for the little shit but to be blatantly stood there with his back facing them was just a fucking death wish. Robin thought for a while that only Rachel would creep her out, but Eddie? Eddie is another story entirely.

He then turns to face them, finally. "But that girl! I want nothing more than to make the grave of my dreams for her. I think we are the same age too... I want to show her I understand! We are made for each other! That should be infinitely more beautiful than some sloppy and mangled up corpse! --Or should she desire it, sloppy and mangled would be fine too."

Robin started to back up feeling both awkward and freaked out by the little psychopathic crotch goblin in front of her, and by the look on Zack's face, she knew that he felt the same. They wanted nothing more than to get the hell out of dodge. Neither of them signed up for this shit.

Zack heaves. "Are you trying to make me hurl?" yeah, it was definitely gross. Eddie tilts his head to the side, taking a step toward Zack.

"What? My sophistication makes me the perfect match for her." He giggles once again. "Too bad I can't say the same for either of you. That is why the one taking her life will be me."

Robin frowns at being called unsophisticated. She was plenty sophisticated! She grips the pickax that was originally loosely dangling in her hands and looks at Zack. "Sounds like this little psycho doesn't know his place." They both ready their weapons and run towards Eddie. But before they get to him the lights go out and due to their agitation, they were both swinging their weapons with abandon. "OW! You hit me you bandage squandering machine!" Robin swung her pick in Zack's direction hoping to hit him in return.

"Fuck! I can't see my hand in front of my face." She clearly missed.

"No shit! That's why he switched off the lights Sherlock!" Then the lights switch back on and Eddie is gone. Zack walked over to the pipe that Eddie was standing on before he vanished and kicked it, crying out in pain and utter annoyance.

"Damn him, that little fucker!" He growled stomping towards the hole in the wall. "Hey get your ass over here!"

“SHIT! Can she not hear me?!” Zack exclaimed, squeezing his head through the gap in the wall to see if he could spot her. Spoiler, he couldn’t. “How freaking far did she go in?”

Zack flopped against the wall with a dramatic “Ugh.” Robin, who had been watching this temper tantrum had opted to stay quiet– mainly because she couldn’t be fucked to deal with him. The bandaged man in question began muttering “That grave-digging dipshit thinks he can outwit me?!”

“Please, outwitting you would probably be easier than stealing candy from a baby.” Robin scoffed, picking some dirt out from under her nails. You can only deal with his temper tantrums so long before you’re no longer afraid of dying. 

Zack didn’t fail to send a glare in her direction but ignored her response to rant even more. “That punk, he’s in love with her and wants to kill her himself?” Zack visibly shivered in disgust. “The thought just makes me want to puke!”

“We can’t have her dying on us, she is the only reason we haven’t killed each other,” Robin pushed herself away from the grave she was leaning on to go over to Zack. “Besides- she did say something about another room in the back right-hand side. Maybe we could figure out where it is and get her?” 

She could see Zack’s shoulders straighten as he stood up. “Wasn’t there a crumbling wall on the right side?” Robin shrugged as she wasn't paying much attention to her surroundings. “Might as well find out.” Zack concluded as he grabbed Robin's hand, successfully dragging her out of the room.

They both made it to the morgue and, sure enough, there was the crumbling wall at the back of the room where they found the key. Although for some reason, Zack didn’t see it. “Um… It isn’t here.” Robin shook her head letting out a heavy sigh. She shoved Zack to the side. “Oi watch what you’re fucking doing Wonderland! You almost shoved me in the water… Oh- I see it now.”

“dipshit.” Robin responded half heartedly, studying the crack down the center of the wall, “Hey! Rachel! Can you hear me?” Zack situated himself to Robins side, the narrow walkway making it impossible not to brush sides. 

“RACHEL! FOR FUCKSAKE ANSWER.” He yelled through the wall. Rachel must be right back against the wall because they both heard a gasp of surprise from the otherside of the wall.

“Oh great the loud mouth is here.” Robin, nor Zack could completely discern what was going on behind the wall other than odd sentences. “Choose who your killer will be. Him– Or me.” The pair of killers nosily shoved their ears against the crack in the wall to get as much of the conversation as possible. But there was only silence on Rachel’s end, she seems to be considering his offer.

Eddie continues, “Oh my dear sweet Rachel, let me lovingly put you to death.” Robin can see the gears turning in Zacks head, she could also see the make believe smoke coming from his ears from the years his brain has been unused.

“HA! Sophisticated? MORE LIKE MEDICATED!” Robin gave Zack the only look she could muster up– Bewilderment.

“Zack- he called you unsophisticated like an hour ago and you’ve just thought of a comeback?” Zack shrugs and continues.

“You gonna kill her with that boring look on her face? What a fucking idiot!” Robin chuckled quietly, seeing Zack that worked up was hilarious to her. A few seconds of silence passes once more before they could hear Eddie speak from behind the wall.

“Can you two KINDLY shut up!? Rachel and I are talking!” Robin looked at Zack, her brow furrowed.

“What are we going to do? If Rachel accepts his offer I doubt we will get much further than this.” Zack puts his hand on her shoulder, a small knowing smirk on his face as if to say ‘trust me I got this’.

Zack raps his fist against the wall a few times, the echo of the hits filling the room. “Hey- can you hear me?” Silence. “I’m not talking to the grave-digging dipshit. I’m talking to YOU!”

“Me?” Rachel’s voice finally fills the air after what seems like an eternity.

“Yes. You. Listen up. Don’t think for one second you can die of your own will.” Zack moves Robin off of the small walkway and begins to charge at the wall. “There’s plenty of people in this building who would love to kill you.” Zack rams into the wall a few more times before continuing.

“But I’ll have that honour.” Zack pauses, seemingly in thought and smashes against the wall again. “I swear.. I swear to God.”

“To God?”

“Uh huh!” Zack said breathlessly as he rams the wall again and again. “So make sure nobody gets to you first.” Zack and Robin wait with baited breath for Rachel to respond, and sure enough.

“Okay.”

“Rachel?” Eddie’s soft-spoken voice cries out, he sounds worried– Frightened, even. 

“Hit that wall as hard as you can!” Rachel yells out. Robin sees Zack take a few steps back, ready to charge the wall with all his might. He takes a few moments and runs straight into it. A loud crash came from the wall and suddenly the stone gave way and there stands Rachel with Eddie nowhere around.

Zack storms into the other side and starts hunting around “Where’d that fucking punk go.” Robin runs in after Zack and begins searching around the room herself, it seems to house all of the technical aspects of the floor like the heating and cooling systems.

“Why Rachel?? Is it so wrong to want to kill you?”

“Duh!” “Of course it’s wrong you fucking moron!” Both Robin and Zack exclaim.

“My my. He’s so vicious– Are you sure you want him to kill you Rachel? And what about Robin? She tortured her own family! Her own blood, Do you really think either of them will give you a clean death? I will do a pristine job! Let me!” Eddies voice filled the room but they couldn’t see the young boy anywhere. 

“Shut the FUCK up! Show yourself so I can tear you apart!” Zack yells, kicking everything in sight. 

“Rachel… You are mine to kill. Can you wait for me until then?”

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@rolypolygum​

[satuguro]

tenshi | pt. 2

IN WHICH: tsukishima can’t let go and your sadness turns into anger.

PAIRING: tsukishima kei x ukai!reader, kageyama tobio x ukai!reader

INSPIRED BY: freckles — kevin atwater, hikare are (moonlight) — burnout syndromes

WARNING: angst, cursing

A/N: sorry for taking so long to update! i’ve been having really bad writer’s block :,)

prologue, pt. 1, pt. 2

tsukishima wasn’t sure when it happened.

he always had a gut feeling that he had always felt that way when he looked at you. the feeling of caring so much for one person terrified him. he had never felt like that before— it was new and unexpected.

tsukishima didn’t like new and unexpected. he wasn’t like you, who practically craved the outside world that it was almost annoying.

he had spent countless nights trying to figure out when he realized he loved you.

was it when you gave him a box of dinosaur bandaids that you had stolen from your dad’s store? you given it to him with a smile and a short, “it reminded me of you.”

was it when you let him pick the movie for movie night, but instead of him picking jurassic park, you picked it? “you always pick jurassic park, and you always pick the first one because it’s your favorite,” you had stated with a nonchalant shrug.

or was it when you told him you were leaving? when you muttered out your mom’s plans and tsukishima’s blood ran cold because no, this wasn’t some sick joke. you were leaving and never coming back.

you had told him you were leaving, and all he did was walk away.

“i’ll walk home with the guys tonight!” you sent your dad a bright grin, one he only huffed at as he reluctantly handed the keys to kageyama.

“be safe,” he said sternly. his words would’ve almost come off as cold if you didn’t know your dad well. he was worried, that was all. as he made his way to the door, he paused, not looking over his shoulder as he said, “if you all don’t leave soon y/n won’t treat you to meat buns.” immediately, ukai shut the door behind him.

instantaneously, hinata bound over to you, his arms going up as he jumped around you over and over. you could never get used to the sudden height he gained “y/n teach me more about what you know you never got to—!”

hinata’s loud screaming was interrupted by a volleyball that hit his head.

kageyama, who was practically fuming as he stood behind the middle blocker, barked, “do you want meat buns or not? help us clean, dumbass!”

as the freak duo continued to bicker as they cleaned up, you nudged yachi softly as you watched on in amusement. “it’s good that they haven’t changed,” you commented, and she smiled widely.

“oh yeah, they’re still exactly as before. they just learned more, i guess,” yachi laughed. in front of you, yamaguchi tried to calm the two down, his freckled cheeks flushed red in embarrassment. tsukishima only loomed over them with an unimpressed look on his face. “same thing goes for yama. tsukishima, though...”

“i expected it,” you cut her off, words coming out more forced than you would’ve liked. without missing a beat, you smiled. you didn’t want to tell her that tsukishima was the last thing you wanted to hear about. “we should help out. knowing by dad, he’ll probably purposely close the store if we’re late.”

“they have the best meat buns, trust me!”

akiteru’s cheerful voice made kei let out a disgruntled grunt.

ever since he found out that his brother and his position as an oh-so-great ace, akiteru had ben doing everything to make it up for him. tsukishima’s frown deepened as he reluctantly walked into the store, his eyes set on his sneakers as he slowly followed his brother.

he lied. no amount of meat buns was going to change that fact.

“ukai! two of your best meat buns, please!” akiteru’s grin faltered for a moment as he turned back to kei, but that didn’t change his spirits as he turned to the cashier.

you sat behind the cash register, your fingers reaching up to your mouth and pulling out the red lollipop you were sucking on. it was obvious that you were kei’s age, yet you acted like you owned the shop (and maybe you did).

“my dad says i’m not allowed to get meat from the dish because it’s too hot and i’ll die,” you said pointedly, leaning forward in your plastic chair. you looked at kei with a curious tilt of your head, and kei only stared back.

your hair was pulled back with a thin headband, and he recognized the logo on your beige sweatshirt; a volleyball sweatshirt.

“i didn’t know you had a lil’ brother,” you said with a tilted grin, eyes switching between kei and akiteru. in response, akiteru ruffled kei’s hair, making the boy scowl and try to slap his hand away. you giggled in amusement. “he’s grumpy.”

kei gave you a nasty look. “am not.”

your beaming smile didn’t falter at the glare he gave you. you were perfectly unfazed by it, and to kei’s surprise, you only laughed more. “you’re funny.”

kei’s face bloomed a slight shade of red.

“s’bout time. i was about to close,” your dad sighed as he handed you the packs of meat buns.

you knew that was a lie. he always liked night shifts at the shop.

“even if you did close the shop, i’d feed them,” you hummed, looking behind you. your friends were outside, all standing in front of the glass door of the shop. yachi was laughing with hinata while kageyama sipped his milk peacefully. farther away from them was yamaguchi and tsukishima; the green haired boy was trying to speak to the other, but the blonde was too busy on his phone.

“whatever,” keishin managed a small smile as you turned back to him. “don’t stay out too late.”

“i won’t. thanks, dad.” you gave him a short side hug before you made tour way back outside, blind to the growing smile on your father’s face.

“oh my god, i love you!” hinata took the pack from you and began eating it almost immediately. you scrunched your nose as you saw part of the wrapper disappear in his mouth.

“hinata you ate like half of the paper—!” yachi yelled in panic, her hand smacking hinata’s back as she tried to get him to spit it out.

you turned to kageyama, handing him his meat bun with a close lipped smile. he squished his milk carton with one hand, his free one taking the meat bun from you. “... thank you,” he managed a smile, and you laughed.

it wasn’t as scary as his smile before you left. then again, you never really minded his smile.

you walked over to yamaguchi and tsukishima, both of whom were talking intently between themselves.

“you can’t keep this up— y/n!” yamaguchi’s freckled fave bloomed red as he forced a smile, his expression immediately changing. wordlessly, you handed the meat bun pack to him.

“what’re you guys talking about?” you found yourself asking, eyes daring to meet tsukishima’s for a second before meeting yamaguchi’s once again.

“none of your business, ukai,” tsukishima answered before yamaguchi could. you stiffened at the use of your last name; he never used it before.

“tsukki!” yamaguchi scolded, but you only smiled.

god, tsukishima hated it when you smiled. he hated how his glare, which was supposed to be nasty and full of hatred, would falter at the sight of it.

“it’s whatever,” you shrugged, playing off your feelings, “enjoy, you guys.”

┈┈ 𑁍༅ཾ༚ ┈┈

of course he was the last to leave.

you wanted to curse whatever god was in the skies that made him the last one to leave. the awkwardness hung in the air, and you could’ve easily just chosen to go inside the shop and he could’ve just gone home, but you were both frozen in your spots.

you two were sitting on the curb, making sure that there was a distance between you both. the only light was the flickering street lights and the dim lights of your shop behind you both.

you both could’ve just left. so why didn’t you?

“we haven’t—“

“shut up.”

your mouth shut and your gaze returned to your feet.

why wasn’t he leaving? why weren’t you leaving?

how could he still be so mean? this is kei, but still.

your confusion slowly turned to anger as your fists clenched harder and harder, before you snapped your head towards kei and finally let it out.

“what the hell is your problem?”

to your surprise (and anger), he only shook his head, letting out an incredulous laugh.

“really, ukai? you have no idea?” kei didn’t even look at you as he chuckled, his glasses nearly slipping off his face. “you’re as dumb as you look.”

“i’m not a fucking mind reader, kei,” you seethed in response, your eyes never once leaving his form. all the sadness that he once been caused by him turned into pure rage; his blunt words didn’t help. “so tell me. what is your problem?”

“fuck off,” kei snapped, standing up from his seat and shoving his hands in his pockets. he began to walk away without another word.

“no, tell me.” you stood up after him, your tenacity getting the beat of you as you followed him. “kei—“

“i told you to stop calling me that!” kei turned to you, meeting your eyes for what fet like the first time in forever. he was angry, that much you knew. his brows were knitted together as he looked at you, and his eyes held nothing good behind them. yet, despite all of this, you stepped closer. “leave me alone, ukai.”

“i just—“

“what, you want it to be like old times? you want me to accept you with open arms and a big fucking smile?” kei took a stop closer to you. he saw the way your lip was quivering and how you hid it by pulling it between your teeth. his haze was stone cold, and no matter how much he wanted to say, “i’m sorry for being such an ass,” he did nothing. kei was driven by the hurt you caused him before you left and the pain he went through by keeping his own words to himself. you left.

“leave me alone, ukai. i mean it.”

the first time you argued with tsukishima kei was when you were in middle school.

you had accidentally stepped on his favorite dinosaur figurine when you were dropping off his notebook at his house. in an immature fit of rage, kei told you to get out while he desperately tried to fix it.

his brother gave him that figurine before he left for college. of course it meant a lot to him.

you had come back to next day with a dinosaur plushie that you had bought with all your chore money. you had messily embroidered a small moon on the stuffed t-rex’s chest, and you had shoved it to his chest when he opened the door.

you didn’t like accepting defeat, but this was an exception. “i’m sorry, please accept this as a token of my affection.”

kei remembered that he had responded with a judgmental raise of his brow, but you had cut him off before he could make fun of you.

“i spent all night making that damn moon. accept it or die, kei.”

he walked away again.

you only stood in place, your eyes watching his form leave as you clenched and unclenched your hands. you wanted to scream. you wanted to find a punching bag and punch the living daylights out of it, but all you did was watch him go.

“y/n?”

you tensed up at the voice, and you turned around towards the voice. tobio kageyama stood right behind you, his hand reaching down for the pack of pencils he seemingly forgot before he left. knowing him, that was probably all the pencils he had.

“you’re crying,” the setter said dumbly, standing up at full height as he looked at you with a concerned frown. what else was he supposed to say?

you managed a laugh as you aggressively wiped your tears away. god, you hated crying. “no shit, genius.”

kageyama stepped closer to you as you continued to wipe your eyes. you laughed tearfully once again.

“i don’t even know why i’m crying,” you felt more tears flow down your cheeks as you hurried to wipe them away again. once again, you laughed. “it just keeps coming.”

quietly, kageyama pulled you closer to him, his arms holding you close as you continued to softly cry. your words of, “the tears won’t stop. why isn’t it stopping?” were muffled as you cried into his sweatshirt.

┈┈ 𑁍༅ཾ༚ ┈┈

A/N: again, sorry for the late update! writer’s block sucks ass :(

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prologue, pt. 1, pt. 2

[stvllioner]

Kinktober Day 14

angel!y. momo

☠️ warning(s): ⚠️ everything between both parties is consensual. ⚠️ 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙 𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘, f/f, debuachery, no specific religion.

☠️ genre: smut, holiday special.

☠️ words: 2k [8 minutes, 10 seconds].

☠️ read more: kinktober(uary) | part one

☠️ summary: after a full year of rebuilding momo’s vows, she still had a lot more work to do.

“It’s time for your bath.” The guard escorting her said curtly, closing the door to her room-like dungeon, the cell accommodating her high status although ignoring her ‘heinous’ crime. Momo sighed to herself as she didn’t have time to thank her, looking back at her vanity as she looked at herself in the mirror.

It had only been one year since she had been taking her service, and might she say it was much harder work than she would have thought. Even though she had the pleasure of basically living in luxury she had to reap the work that had been damaged to many forests and landscaping of the lands that needed maintaining. Guiding souls, bringing them to their sentences, counseling them, filing  -- everything she wasn’t exactly excited to do. Momo loved to be in the action and this was something that had action just not the way she wanted.

Another sigh fell from her lips as she got up from the makeup bench, wrapping the pearl-white robe around her nude body, and got ready for her walk to the bathroom. She swiftly got her slippers on and began her walk from the long hallways, quietly following her warden to her scheduled bath. She was grateful that the god’s still swayed in her favour, no cold draft having to poke and prod at her skin. She much as she always enjoyed watching the tall ceilings and nicely embroidered walls with the memorable paintings; it never beat the always hot and comforting bath behind the mahogany doors she had been introduced to. They were massive and the guards in front of it opened with almost no hassle. Still amazed her till this night that they could.

“Two hours rewarded massage time for service.”

She couldn’t help but smile at the news that she had earned a longer bath added along with a massage, nodding her head before skipping into the said room it was spacious and large, the heavy ambiance of relaxation just as comforting as the hot and steamy room. She dropped her robe as she stood once the heavy doors closed behind her, letting her hair down as she made her way to the open bath pool, slowly going down the steps as she submerged herself into the water. Momo was quick to tie her hair into a towel, giddy as she could just imagine all the kinks being worked out from the heat. A graceful and small smile came across her face once she swam further in, going up to a shallow spot that she could sit in but still be submerged, and tilted her head against the wall. It was only a matter of time before the masseuse would come in and she couldn’t help but feel at least a little grateful that she was able to help fix up things needed to be tended to while gaining something in return.

N-Not that she did good things to receive praise-

“S-Sorry my lord…” Yaoyorozu groaned in apology, knowing that she didn’t aid something else to her sentence. She cupped up the water and washed her face once, the holy water washing her of her burdens… or so she thought.

“It’s alright my love, as long as you repent.” A voice joked back, making her jump. Her ravenette eyes looked at the woman who stood near the pool, her head coming up, and her breath hitching. It didn't take a second for her to recognize who you were. You faked a frown as she shrunk back, the heat on her cheeks that came about definitely wasn't from the bath itself. “I thought you’d be happy to see me.” You continued, resting your beautifully weaved tote. It was almost as if a cat had caught her tongue, struggling to even say as she didn’t dare to look at you.

“I-I, u-um…” Her head was running in circles, she had been doing so good. “How did you get in here?” She asks, finally looking up at you. She jumps back a bit once you start to climb into the bath, her hand clutching and the other steadying herself.

“Does it matter?” You smiled warmly at her, unlike her nude state you had a cloth bikini that kept you saint. “I have many jobs, you just so happen to be my appointment.” You say simply, beckoning her over. Momo was hesitant in coming closer to you, her hot blush not going away once you softly cupped her jaw and leaned down close to her face, talking against her lips. “I missed seeing you on your duties, y’know~?” You brushed against her teasingly before standing up again leaving her to admire your body in its glory. She couldn’t help but admire your unique physique. You gracefully sat down in the spot she once sat, beckoning her over so you could get started on your duties.

She nodded without a word, turning her back to you and carefully laying down her head in your lap and let your hands massage her head. Momo desperately tried not to think about the last time you two had met, the lingering remembrance of your fingertips making her brows furrowed.

“Relax.” You say calmly, hands leaving her hair while swiftly taking off the towel. You grabbed the appropriate hair routine for her and washed it. You observed as she closed her eyes at the wonderful treatment. Your hands were fairly innocent rinsing it before rubbing circles into her shoulders and urging a moan out of her. Her eyes shot open and she looked up at you, sitting up quickly.

“Wh-What do you think you’re doing?!” Yaoyorozu panted softly, not minding that her top half was visible anyways. But you did though, and your eyes wandered with the discovery as well.

“Please relax, I’m only here for your tranquility.” Your smile didn’t fade or flicker, the overwhelming urge to leap into your arms and feel your body against Momo was growing stronger by the moment and she had to keep herself from falling for it. “Come now, I promise to be softer.” Your smile turned into a pleading pout, eyes showing just a glint of your true intentions.

A few minutes had passed and you didn’t try anything sneaky. Your hands were back to massaging her as they should and only had her raising her brow at a few times when it would trail somewhere it wasn’t. But of course, each ‘mistake’ was met with an apology, one that she didn’t even need since secretly she liked it anyway. She sat up once you told her, her breath heavy as your hands worked almost like magic, the knots, and tension of that area significantly loosening. Your hands glided over her wet back, humming at how well curved and built her body was.

“You’re very beautiful, Momo.” You leaned over her shoulder to whisper in her ear, delighted that she didn’t move to speak or respond. Your hands gripped her hips and pulled her back into your lap, the position leaving her straddled against you. You played it as if you paid no mind, smirking to yourself as you just knew her brain was going in circles once again. Your hands started to work at the knots in her back, trailing over her sides just higher than the last each time. “So, what had you so tense today?” You try to make small conversation, hands reaching around to wrap around her waist, chin on her shoulder. Momo gulped as you did, feeling your clothed chest press against her, about to retaliate before your gripped her arm and started stretching it.

“Well, I was on duty to clean up the lands from Wishful Peak to the falls in Tenshi Sanctuary.” You cooed at the answer, nodding your head in understanding.

“That does sound very tedious, no wonder they called me in~” You answer, doing the same to her other limb before resting your hands on her hips again. “But I’m guessing you want something more, don’t you?” You ask against her ear, eyes watching your reflection along with hers. She made eye contact with the reflective surface. She bit her lip before nodded her head, hands timidly coming up to place your hands on her chest and turning her head to look back at you.

“Yes.”

You wasted no time in leaning in for a kiss, moaning at the sweet and pure taste of her lips against yours. Hers was delightfully soft and plump, the inside of her mouth just as heavenly. Your hands started to fondle and grope her tights, letting her carefully shift onto sitting on one of your thighs instead. You opened your eyes to watch her lewd expression, the excitement of being able to court such an esteemed angel making your heart race. Of course, this wouldn’t be the first time, but to do this in one of the official sacred places is what makes everything exciting for you. You pulled away to watch up at her with a loving look, smiling bashfully once her hand came up to cup your jaw, her fingers delicate as she started to rock against your thigh once again.

You interlocked your free hand with hers, the other continuing to play with her tit to keep in rhythm. Once the stimulation started to build up with her, she couldn’t help but tilt her head back against your shoulder. You looked over her once again, lips attacking the skin of her neck with kisses, nibbling here and there to tease her but careful as to not leave any permanent marks. At least any that couldn’t disappear with the mystical water you used on her. Her breath was light as she gyrated her hips into your thigh, you happily allowing her and welcoming her to get off using you.

"That's it, baby. I've got you~ " You mumble in her ear, giving her loving a kiss before nipping it and sucking on it. Her hips stuttered as your hand expertly played with her breasts, your thigh moving against her to give her extra pleasure. Your mouth was careful in sucking on her lobe, making her breath hitch. Her hand moved from your jaw to lean to hold on your knee as she continued to ride against it. You encouraged her to keep going, her hips needily moving for a high she’s only felt once in a lifetime.

“H-Honey~” She tilted her head back, eyes closing again once your head played with her chest again, missing your devilish smile as you helped the angelic deviant get off.

“Cum if you’re ready to~” You tweak her hardened buds and pull, the stimulation making her tense up. You held back an amused smile when she finally did cum, the cutest shiver through her as she finished on you. You let her rub up against you as you slowed to a stop with your leg, watching as she came down from her high. You hummed appreciatively and let your hands over her skin, kissing her shoulder as you signaled her with a small tap on her hips that you were done.

Momo was a bit stunned before quickly realizing, apologizing as she got up. This time she faced you, hands close to her body as she looked away bashfully. “A-Are you going to leave now?” She asks, eyes hopeful and soft. You nodded as you looked at the sun setting outside.

“I’ll be back for you, don’t worry.” You give her your famous sly smile, standing up to kiss her on the corner of her mouth. You pull away as if you were never there, washing yourself off as she watches you. She sits back in the water, letting the water surround her once again. You step out of the pool to dry yourself and get ready, glancing at her once you place the note on her pile of discarded clothes. “Enjoy yourself, Yaoyorozu.” You walk to the door, leaving her in bashful silence. She waited a few minutes before getting up and going to the pile in which you had left your note. Her heart skipped a beat as she read it, a bright smile etching onto her face as she reads it. It was as if her night couldn’t get any better.

“Will you be mine? ♡”

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honestly, i feel like tenshi vs. endeavor would seriously cause a lot of repercussions. like, if tenshi ever found out a out dabi's relationship to him (dabi=touya theory) and got seriously hurt in the fight?? it would stir up so much trouble?? like dabi would go feral, hawks would cringe cause tenshi's just a kid and endeavor straight up almost killed them, and the whole league now has a new enemy :,(

Oh.

Oh no.

This just got a whole lot messier than it was supposed to be.

Despite your strength and skill, it was unlikely that you were able to stand against Endeavor for too long. His raw power and years of experience dwarfed your’s, even if you were able to rip down armies of people…

You didn’t engage in fights with the pros without back up, it was simply the smart thing to do.

But you couldn’t have helped it. He recognized your mask from Bakugo’s Rescue. All Might and UA had kept your secret for whatever reason, but if you were to use your quirk then they might be able to find out that it was you.

That and you couldn’t blow Hawks’ cover by asking him for help, so there was only one option.

Fight back until back up came.

It could’ve ended a lot worse, considering Hawks was doing you a favor by holding back a bit just so it didn’t seem obvious. You were smart though; noticing that Endeavor’s flames, despite being strong and intense in heat, he didn’t have the control that Dabi had over them.

Once more, it’s very unlikely you would have been able to stand against him for so long. Eventually, fatigue got to you and you had slowed down, just enough for him to get a solid hit in.

A flaming fist collided with your body and sent you flying away, hitting the cement and skidding a couple feet before you managed to stop yourself with the help of a tiny feather connected to the back of your suit.

The pain was terrible, a burn sizzling at the now bare skin of your upper chest and neck. Making you whimper softly as you pressed your hand against it.

You could see Hawks flinching, his gold eyes flickering with regret from behind Endeavor. His fingers clenching into fists as he tried to calm himself, sinking his teeth into his tongue to keep from showing distress at your state.

You were just a kid, what the hell was Enji thinking?

With the look on his face, he clearly didn’t mean to hit you that hard. But the damage was done and the aura of pure malice that rose from you was nearly suffocating, taking them both aback at the intense feeling of intimidation they suddenly had.

A voice riddled with distortion, tone of nothing but hostility.

“Looks like he was right about you. Nothing but a monster willing to hurt children… Even his own.”

Endeavor felt a chill rush through him at that, but was unable to think for all that long when his instincts kicked in. He and Hawks narrowly dodged a burning blue ball of flames, of which melted right through the concrete.

In an instant, you found yourself being shielded, held in the arms of your big brother. He was absolutely livid, his vision overtaken with nothing but red. Even then, Dabi still cradled you gently, his touch feather light. The feeling of your burnt skin under his hands was almost enough to send him into a rampage like no other.

He was ready to raise hell.

But as he flicked his gaze to your mask, he was close enough to see your eyes. Tired, teary, worried for him.

Wordlessly, he rested his forehead against your’s, took one glance at Endeavor and Hawks and took his leave. Walls of fire keeping them from chasing after him when there were civilians to save instead.

The entire League was positively furious upon hearing what had happened to you, practically ready to go and hunt down the flame hero once again. But with your cool head, you told them to leave it for another time.

After you were treated, you seek out Dabi again and found him in his room. A small photograph held in his hands, something you didn’t mention or ask about.

Just settling in beside him and resting your head on his shoulder. He shows you the photo, taking your hand and squeezing it tightly in his own.

He was shaking, the picture was a little wet from drops falling onto it. But you were quiet, peering at the picture of a redheaded boy holding a bi-colored haired baby, tucked in the lap of a woman with snow white hair.

Dabi never let go of your hand.

~ Dari

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Satsuriku no Tenshi Light Novel Volume 2 - Prologue

Satsuriku no Tenshi - Blessing in Disguise - Prologue

Story by Makoto Sanada, written by Chiren Kina, illustrations by Negiyan, translations by me.

If you want to help out with translations, feel free to contact me!

Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Eddie’s Memory | Her Memory of Cathy || Index

The elevator reeks with the stench of fresh blood. The silence is so complete that Ray can hear her own heartbeat thundering in her chest – and her anxiety rises to a fever pitch.

Her calm blue eyes are like that of a still lake at the dead of night. And those quiet eyes of hers reflect only the gaping red wound in Zack’s stomach. It’s painful to look at. Ray slips her trembling hands beneath Zack’s shoulders, and attempts to pull him from the gloomy elevator.

(Heavy…)

However, Zack is unconscious, which makes doing anything of the sort extremely difficult. But she can’t just leave him there. Somehow, using all her strength, she manages to drag him out.

Blood falls to the ground like a pitter patter of rain drops as she drags the man out, the act of pulling him causing more blood to flow.

“Haah…”

(My hands are numb…)

Her body suddenly loses its energy. It’s at that moment that, at the corner of her eye, she suddenly notices a flickering light fall to the ground. Looking behind her, she can see the entire hallway has candles uniformly dispersed along the walls. The lights seem to continue on indefinitely.

(It’s different from the floors before…)

As she gazes down the rather solemn hallway, for some reason, she feels her heart jolt a little. Even throughout B3, she had felt an inorganic atmosphere characteristic of a building. But she can’t feel that at all anymore. She’s seized by the feeling that she’s accidentally wandered into some sort of dignified castle or mansion. But the elevator has, like all the floors before it, “B2” written in red letters.

B2 – they’ve finally come this far. But why did it have to be like this? Ray takes a deep breath to get her bearings, then musters the rest of her strength to take Zack to a wall.

“Zack, we’re on B2,” she whispers quietly, peering into his face as she sits on the ground in front of him.

“…” But he doesn’t respond. Ray’s heart pounds even further at the foreboding thought that this could be the worst possible situation. What should she do? How can she get Zack to open his eyes? He looks so pitiful – as if he might die—and Ray can’t possibly think things calmly like she normally does.

(…Zack.)

It seems unbelievable that after killing Cathy, they had gotten onto the elevator and simply exchanged a normal conversation. However, after falling prey to that woman’s numerous traps, and even injecting himself with strange drugs, Zack’s body is entirely hurt. It wasn’t that strange for that to happen to him.

If Zack doesn’t wake up…the promise we made…

Trying to dispel all the misgivings she feels, Ray takes a deep breath. The terrible end she imagines this coming to, so awfully vivid that it makes her want to close her eyes, is likely nothing more than despair.

(Zack, no…I don’t want this.)

You swore to kill me. You swore to God.

Please…wake up, Zack.

Praying fervently, she stares intently at Zack’s closed eyes, nearly covered by the bandages that wrap his face.

“…”

And, then as if her prayers had been heard – Zack’s eyes flutter open, his face warping in pain.

“Zack, thank goodness…!” Ray’s voice can’t help but grow strained with relief.

“…Aah? We made it…?” His voice hardly leaks out. But his vision is hazy and dark; he can’t see very well. He’s only able to figure out that they aren’t on the elevator due to the strange silence.

“Yes, we’re on B2. But…”

“B2…then let’s go.” He appears unconcerned about the state of his own body. He immediately attempts to stand.

“No! You’re still bleeding!” Ray immediately grabs at the grey sleeves of Zack’s hoodie, trying to stop his reckless movements.

“Huh? …Blood? This is nothin’.” Zack is as impertinent as a child. He doesn’t even attempt to look at his own wound, and Ray’s face pulls into a frown.

“No. The wound isn’t closed – if it opens even more, that’ll be dangerous.”

“I already told ya, it’s fine…” Though Zack attempts to appear strong, his voice isn’t nearly as energetic as it once was. On the contrary, it’s hoarse, as if he might go out again at any moment.

“…No.” Ray looks up at Zack’s face with an expression of sorrow the likes of which she hasn’t shown before. If she says “yes, let’s go” now, Zack will simply push forward, even if he has to drag himself. But that’s simply absurd in this situation. Not to mention that it’s obvious they should rest until the wound closes.

“Huh? Ray…”

In his blurry vision, he sees her making a strange expression, one he’s never seen before. He dimly feels like it might be a bit of a human-like expression. But, because of the intense pain, his consciousness drifts away once more.

“What are ya…makin’ that weird face for…”

Zack’s snakelike eyes narrow even further as he stares into Ray’s muddy blue ones. He sees himself reflected in those eyes as she stares at him intensely. He wonders why – that expression is quite odd.

(Weird face…?)

Why would he say something like that at a time like this? Ray’s eyebrows furrow slightly.

“I’m making a weird face…?” she quietly asks, turning her face away a little. She can’t exactly see her own face, but if it really does look that weird, she would rather he not look at her. But Zack doesn’t respond.

“…Zack?”

She has a bad feeling. Fearfully looking up, she sees that his eyes are closed. That sharp, gleaming golden eye is hidden beneath the bandages winding about his face.

He’s unconscious…

But she is once again assailed by distress, causing her heart to beat harshly.

“…Zack!”

She feels like if she calls that name again, he might open his eyes once more. But his eyelids don’t even twitch. It doesn’t seem he’s about to wake up, either.

Cautiously bringing her face closer to his, she notes that she can feel him breathing.

(It’s okay, he’s just asleep…)

Zack is still alive.

Relieved, she exhales slightly. But she has no time to sit around leisurely. If she doesn’t do something about this soon, Zack will die.

However, it’s not realistic for her to drag his heavy body around. She has no idea what might be lurking on the rest of this floor.

In addition, fresh blood continues to drip from the wound he gave himself. She always carries a sewing kit, with thread and needle. But there’s no point in sewing the wound right now. If she doesn’t stop the bleeding and disinfect the injury soon, the worst possible situation might happen.

(If Zack dies, that’ll be a problem…)

Dark clouds loom within Ray’s mind. However, as she digs her hand into her bag, she sees that she has nothing for first aid. Just what should she do…? She hangs her head in the face of encroaching despair.

If he dies, I won’t be able to get him to kill me…

Her emotionless eyes reflect the horrible wound on his stomach.

“When we get outta here together…I’ll kill you.”

That promise resonates within her ears.

However, she continues looking at the softly breathing Zack, expression unchanging. The blood dripping from his injury is painful to look at. But Zack had done that to himself for no one else but her.

With a soft sigh, she stands.

As she looks down at him, her heart wells up with an emotion she has never felt before. She still doesn’t understand what that might mean. There’s only one thing she knows: that she must leave Zack here to go and find medicine or a first aid kit, on her own –

“…Zack, wait just a bit.”

Seeing Zack lying there motionlessly makes it seem as if all his energy and liveliness earlier had been merely a lie. It gives her pause to leave him in such a dangerous place while he hovers between life and death. Someone might come. And it wouldn’t be strange for an ordinary person to lose complete consciousness in this situation. But she can’t just continue standing around here.

(First of all, I’ll look to see if there’s any medicine on this floor…)

The promise she had made with Zack cuts deep into her heart, as if at some point it had become a part of her.

I’ll definitely be useful to you…so, until then, please…

The words Zack had spoken to her ever since they had made the promise on B5….cradling them all, her hands form into fists.

Looking back at Zack just once more, she advances down the hall to the next room. She’s worried about him. But she doesn’t think to look back again. She only has a bit of time left –

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First Time to See the World

Chapter EIGHTEEN

By the time Sakura managed to make it down to the arena, Gaara was already there and waiting. She tried to focus on her opponent by zooming in on his red hair but everything blurred before her eyes and she suddenly felt as though she was under water. 

Genma's voice was unclear and his face mushed up every time he spoke. She didn’t even realize he had started the match and the only thing that saved her from being crushed by the wave of sand that came at her was the sudden shift in the blurriness and she somehow managed to stumble out of the way. She felt heat surge through her, staring at her stomach, and she left out a soft groan and wrapped her arms around her middle.

She could hear Naruto and Sasuke calling out to her in worry but beneath the nausea, all Sakura felt was thrill.

It was beginning.

She released the killing intent in a single wave, instantly clearing the haze. She saw Kimimaro shoot up from his slouched position, eyes wide and mouth slightly open. Her brain began to pound, her blood rushing through her veins. She bared her teeth and clenched them together, feeling her bones vibrating beneath her skin.

The bloodlust she had been holding back since her final battle alongside Haku and Zabuza finally freed itself. Sakura raised her hand, palm towards her chest, and began wiggling her fingers. Her bones began moving and jutted out of her elbow. She lashed out, cutting through the next tendril of sand that came at her.

"Do you know how long I've been waiting for this?" She called. There was a pause but she didn't even wait for a reply. She had watched Gaara's battle against Lee and if there was one way to get past his sand shield, it was to outrun it.

 Sakura was pretty sure that not even Gaara's sand could completely crush her if she strengthened her bones to the max but the key words were 'pretty sure'. Sakura didn't think Gaara would be the type to kill her but she didn't know this for certain.

Thrill of battle made people do funny things, she could relate to that.

She tugged down the neckline of her shirt and formed a particularly sharp bone from where usual people had their shoulder blades. She tested its weight then twirled the blade around. She then hardened the bones around her body, just in case.

"Tsubaki no mai!"

She didn't know how exactly Gaara's sand worked. It didn't seem it was controlled by him, because even when Gaara had been unable to follow Lee's movements, the sand had still tried to stop the Konoha shinobi. She body flickered behind Gaara in the blink of an eye, eyes wide and taking in everything before her. She saw the sand in front of her shift and she struck out with her sword. Gaara clumsily dodged her strike and she spun out of reach, and watched with satisfaction when the sand grasped at her afterimage. She used Gaara's confusion to swoop up at him from behind and landed a mockingly light kick to the side of his shield before dancing out of reach again.

There was a shocked murmur from the crowd as they watched the noname pink haired girl with some bone related kekkei genkai fight the son of the Kazekage on equal grounds.

Gaara's sand shot towards her with increased speed. Still, it was nowhere near fast enough for Sakura to be unable to keep up. When the sand began to spread over the floor, she once again slipped out of reach and planted herself on the higher wall of the arena, so that she was looking down at the Suna redhead.

It looked as though Gaara was out of sand for the moment, for it didn't attempt to climb the surface she was perched on.

From her height, Sakura observed her opponent. Even if speed was not a problem, the reach of the Sand would be one. She would have to split her attention between attack and defense. 

She raised her hands and narrowed her eyes a little. Tenshi sendan! Her body naturally pushed the bones at the tip of her fingers out. The projectiles flew towards the surprise redhead, who only managed to block the attack due to his automatic sand shield.

Sakura clicked her tongue. It seemed her drilling bullets were not enough to pierce even the thinned out sand shield. Just for the sake of it, she gathered the force to a single finger and fired it. This one managed to pierce the first shield but dropped to the floor after hitting the second that popped up a second later.

"This is getting nowhere," she muttered. She moved to the adjacent wall to avoid the next sandy hand that made to grab at her.

"I agree," Gaara called. "I did not think you would be this difficult to catch." With a smirk, he clapped his hands together. "Ryusa Bakuryu!"

Sakura felt a faint vibration through the walls and watched in disbelief as the amount of sand covering the arena floor began to increase. "Uh, no way,” she muttered, glancing around, looking for another perch. 

Finding none, she made quick calculations in her head, then hoping that the speed the sand was increasing at was not controllable, she cut the chakra connecting her to the wall. She landed on the floor and a split second later, was already in the air again. With speeds only those with special taijutsu training could ever hope to accomplish, she darted towards Gaara.

Strengthening the bones in her arms and gathering chakra to her hands, she smashed through the shield that popped up in front of her. Even as she moved, she could feel the levels of sand increasing. She jumped to avoid the next tendril of sand but could not dodge the other and was sent crashing down onto the ground, a tight grip around her ankle.

Last minute bone hardening saved her from the harsh impact but she lay there, wondering if Gaara would fall for the act. The sand around her formed a hand and began to encase around her.

"Forfeit," Gaara called calmly.

"You must be crazy," she replied, trying to mimic his tone. She got to her feet and while the sand kept a tight grip on her ankle, Gaara watched without making any moves to stop her. She tugged at her shirt then began untying the obi that held it together.

There was uneasy murmuring from the crowd and she could hear Naruto yelling at her, though she ignored both. She pulled her loose fitting shirt, similar to the one Kimimaro wore, off her shoulders, leaving her upper body bare, save for her chest bindings.

"What are you doing?" Gaara asked, eyes wide. "A girl should not just-"

Sakura stretched, the crack of her neck cutting him short. "Okay, let's continue."

Gaara narrowed his eyes a little and raised his hand. The sand, which had been coiling like a snake around her, began to wrap around her body. The last thing anyone saw was a smirk before she completely vanished.

"What is she doing?" Naruto yelled, eyes wide. "She-She just-"

Sasuke scowled and turned to Kakashi, who had closed his book in favor of watching the fight. "Kakashi."

"Hm?" The Jounin turned to them and raised an eyebrow.

"You've gotta stop the fight, Kakashi-sensei!" Naruto exclaimed. "Sakura-chan-"

"-sounded like she knows what she's doing." Kakashi said.

"You don't know her," Sasuke snapped. "Sakura is like that, even if faced with death."

"And you don't know her either, if you think the thought of dying is anywhere is Sakura's mind."

The male members of Team Seven looked up to see Kimimaro standing by the rail. He looked calm, but even Sasuke could see the slight trembling of him limbs. He was breathing heavily as well, and he easily realized that Sakura had been acting similarly.

Naruto stepped forward. "She's your clan mate! You-"

"We Kaguyas grow stronger the closer we are to death," Kimimaro said firmly. "We feed on blood lust and evolve in an instant. Our Kekkei Genkai enables us to adapt to any battle condition." He smirked. "Don't you understand how much fun she's having at the moment?"

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