#( they are like brothers in arms somehow aklsdjadj )

[bitiing]

@shattered-by-sparks asked:        ❝ you’re so used to being mistreated. ❞

POETRY SENTENCE STARTERS.

         Rin’s words confused the pain scale. She sure knew what it was like to be mistreated — with the Three-Tails sealed inside her without permission or choice. Fear, anger, contempt was not so different from what Karin had experienced all her life. The difference might be in appearance, there was no warning of ‘jinchuuriki’ stuck on the woman, but the redhead’s skin was practically a welcome card. A range of abuse that caused the same traumas, that’s how she preferred to look at things. No signs of pity, just solidarity, the kind that only exists between people who have lived in the same hell.

      Crimson eyes searched the older woman’s shirt, the abdomen more specifically. There should be a complex seal, hidden beneath layers of fabric like the darkest of secrets. Instantly her skin burned, each bite mark hurting like the day they were made. ❝ Just like you. Do you see them? They fear you. ❞ With a nod she pointed to the street, civilians walking with their families, carrying shopping bags, speaking loudly. ❝ And you did nothing. We live in an unfair world. ❞ A tight little smile on the corner of her lips. The young Karin did not do anything to deserve all the abuses either, but the older version resolved that problem.