I panted hard and glared coldly at my adversary. Those eyes, those damned Uchiha eyes glared back at me. My opponent was just as tired and weak as I was. My body was sore and covered in bruises and my legs had gone soft and limp. I couldn't escape even if I wanted to and my chakra was too low to fight back, even with the hatred I had towards him and towards that person. My arms were painfully growing heavier by the second as my crimson blood continued to spill out in profuse amounts. I had had my arms both severed off before but I had a feeling the right now I was bleeding to death. The amount pouring out was possibly lethal but there was nothing I would be able to do about it anyways.
I felt anger seep through me. This kid was playing a game with me; he had something up his sleeve, otherwise he would've already killed me by now. He started coming towards me. I had to get up! I couldn't just lay here and be taken by an enemy, much less an Uchiha who knows nothing of true art. This boy, this child, my opponent was the kid brother of my most hated and bitter rival; he was Sasuke Uchiha, Itachi Uchiha's last living clanmate and younger brother.
I tried my feet again and they fell out from under me. I bit back a curse and knew I was a sitting duck; trapped for all use and purposes. Fortunately, the boy and I were both low on chakra so that evened out the playing field but most of my jutsu was 'Doton-based'; the brat had already figured out how to defeat me.
It was obvious my idiot bastard of a partner, Tobi wasn't coming to rescue me. He was a coward and was always conveniently 'gone' when I needed him, but it seemed fitting. I had left Danna when he needed me. It was my fault Sasori my last partner got killed because I had to make a show of my power and try to take on the nine-tail's jinchuriki.
"Where's Itachi's?" Damn him! He said that name.
I grimaced in my hatred of the elder Uchiha and sent two long threads of snaking clay towards the boy. I wrapped them around his ankles and smiled triumphantly as I usually did in battle, but I miscalculated; my chakra was far lower than his. The boy sent waves of electricity over his body to counter my art and I had to quickly disconnect and scoot back to safety.
I was growing more exhausted but finally the boy was weak enough to be in my same position; he fell to his knees. Yes! I have him now!
I chuckled at my own cleverness. "I'll win no matter what, un! Even if I can't move, my bombs can move for me…" I looked over at the duck-haired boy who didn't even flinch at my words.
I composed myself. "Considering the situation at hand, you could show some fear, don't you think?" I had always wanted to see Itachi quiver in fear and revelation of my art, before it blasted him to pieces! His brother would make a close second; he'd be almost as good. "This time my art will win and you will die."
His face showed nothing. It was blank as if the threat of death was welcomed like an old friend that kept promising to show up but never did.
Rage was starting to bubble up. This boy was looking down on me, hence he was looking down at my art! NO ONE LOOKS DOWN AT MY ART! He was just like that bastard who forced me to join this hell-bent organization!
I laughed to myself, thinking about personally stuffing clay down the boy's throat. I wanted to scream! I wanted to blow my cap! I wanted to kill Sasuke Uchiha and more fervently Itachi Uchiha! Those eyes! Those eyes keep judging my art like it's nothing! Damn them! Damn them both to hell!
"That really pissed me off! It's exactly like your brother", I screamed at the young Uchiha. "Stop acting so damn cool!" He looked at me uncaring and staring right through me, just as before. Damn him!
"Those eyes! Those damned eyes make me go mad!" I huffed in anger, rage, and frustration. All of my emotions were erupting beautifully and I didn't care. I wanted to prove those tasteless, cultureless bastards wrong!
"Those eyes that see my art, without showing any amazement," I panted and paused as I snarled the rest, "I can't stand them, criticizing my art." I spent a moment to catch my breath and glared heatedly at the boy in front of me. He didn't deserve to see the beauty that was my art anyways!
The dark-haired teenager just continued to maintain his fearless stance, even kneeling and responded to my rage in a way that sent the rage shuddering down my spine. "I don't give a damn about any of this." He rose his voice and glared into me just the same with those damned blood-colored eyes, "Just tell me where Itachi is!"
That name again. He really did think of my art as nothing, just like his brother; just like my sensei; just like everyone else. I looked blankly in front of me reveling and mulling over the words in my head. My art, was my life! I couldn't have it frowned upon. It was my legacy! It was my EVERYTHING!
My eyes shifted back towards my opponent just in time to watch the tear-shaped drops spin and fade into charcoal pools, still gauging my movements. He thought I was useless – that my art was useless. Some genius he was. THAT REALLY LIT MY FIRE AND PISSED ME OFF! I had to prove myself. I had to show him true fear. I had to show him the power that my art had and I dubiously began my question, "You're not using the Sharingan anymore…?" My hand reached up and caught the collar on my shirt. "You keep underestimating me," I muttered and tore the fabric away, catching the duck-haired kid's attention.
I smirked in amusement as my sealed mouth was revealed, stitches keeping it shut for only cases such as this. I knew the organization had plans for me and I honestly couldn't give two shits about it, since I had a more artistic course of action in mind.
I raised my palm-mouth to the stitching and let it bite in, sniping it with sharp, small white teeth and pulled it out as I got the clay ready. "Ouch", I hissed lightly, almost inaudibly at the slight pain. In a moment, teeth and curled lips burst forth, thrusting out a long, hideous pink tongue and as silently it roared, everything came into place on the canvas. Yes, I'd blow the shit out of that Uchiha brat! I'd kill him and show that raven bastard exactly why he should've felt fear towards my art to begin with; my example being his kid brother.
The Uchiha started some in surprise and he tensed in appearance, becoming more alert. TOO LATE NOW!
I laughed at my own genius, abandoning all remaining sanity to my ultimate art; my masterpiece. This piece would define me and make everyone tremble at my name. I would rock the heavens and the hells and the world in-between. I cackled and began feeding the hungry, ravenous mouth that seemed starved for every last chunk of the clay I held. As the monstrosity was sated, I was satisfied that I'd teach this foolish know-it-all true art. I should educate him now - tell the boy what was going to happen to him – with exactly what mangled corpse his dear, recluse of a brother would find.
"This is my ultimate art", I stated in a demented sense of pride. "I'm going to blow myself up!"
The boy glared harder as if wiling me to do it and grit his teeth. If only looks could kill… but now, I was dead anyways. It wouldn't make a difference.
The adrenaline of becoming art and showing Itachi true fear filled my soul and my body. "Death will make me a piece of art! An unbelievable explosion that makes indelible scars on earth and finally," I was practically shivering with ecstasy of this moment as the chakra began coiling and reacting inside my body, "MY ART WILL HAVE THE PRAISE IT DESERVES!" This feeling, having all these explosions come to light inside me, to become true art, it really made me tick. It was better than getting my rocks off with a girl. Maybe I sound like that lug Hidan, but to beome true art was my dream! I wanted to be art and I wanted to kill the Uchiha before me. Forgive me Tobi, you might not survive this either…
I grinned at the Uchiha as my body began to become further consumed and I became inebriated with the chakra explosives inside and I told him my thoughts out loud, "You, you'll certainly die now!"
The ex-Konoha shinobi struggled to move and fell in his attempt. "Ugh!"
I cackled in a dark, malicious tone, "The blast wave will cover a radius of 10km! Don't think you'll escape this, un!"
I felt the end grow closer.
"NOW BE FRIGHTENED…"
"…ADMIRE…"
"…DESPAIR…"
"…AND SHOUT…"
"…BECAUSE MY ART…"
I was being sucked in as I spoke my most sacred and final words. I could see and practically feel the brat's fear!
"…IS A BLAST!"