Title: Death Synthesis
Series: Naruto
Parings/Characters: Zetsu, mild mentions of Madara and Kakuzu.
Disclaimer: Naruto and everyone within the series is owned by Kishimoto.
Rating/Warnings: T or PG-13 for language and situations. Please note that at the time of this story's posting, Zetsu hasn't yet died. Nor do we have any real insight into his past. Ergo,this has no baring on whatever is going on in Shippuden or full of any spoilers.
Summary: Zetsu comes to terms with his death.
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He had been pretty damn compliant when it came to his death, in such a way that only the most noble of house holds could of ever expected. He had smiled - he remembered that part - and mouthed a few words - he wasn't sure if he had had the energy to really speak them - of soft apologies to those he had generally cared for at some point in time - if you asked him now, he probably wouldn't even remember their names, just a feature or maybe a distinct taste - before closing his eyes and letting the warmth from his body fade over him into a sudden cold drenching.
Of course, that was because he was suffering from an incredible pain radiating in the area of the rather large gaping hole in his chest and it was affecting his thought process.
Now that he was dead and the pain of the rather large gaping hole in his chest could no longer be felt, he was pretty enraged. Pissed, even. A tiny part of him had been absolutely delighted, maybe even relieved, at being one complete individual instead of the two he found himself as when he had given himself up so long ago to his master's experiments. However, those feelings were quickly overshadowed by the burning rage within him.
Of all the ways to die, it had to of been by shrapnel! Stray frickin' debris! He wasn't supposed to died yet! He still had goals to carry out! People to kill! To taste!
Zetsu sighed, glancing to the side at the disposed remains of what was once his body before attempting to give it a rather firm kick for giving out on him in his most dire of times of need. A kick which passed to nothing and left him tumbling through the air in his body-less soul form.
As his tumble slowed, he spared a brief thought in all of his dead raging glory for the money had stashed away in various places and would never be able to use. If Kakuzu had still been alive, really the other member's death had greatly surprised him, he would of at least been able to take some comfort in the fact that the damn zombie would be after his fortune, though never able to find it.
Growling, Zetsu sat up, hovering above the still ongoing battle scene against Madara. A part of him, the part that felt all the emotions he had given up, hoped that the laughing Uchiha bastard would die a slow, painful death for his betrayal. The part of him that was still feeling pissed off over dying in general chuckled softly and wished him the best.
After all, he was a bit bored now and quickly finding himself rather starved. He vaguely wondered what souls tasted like.
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This didn't start out as a Zetsu fic, but that's certainly where my brain headed. Lovable little psycho plant-thing, isn't he?
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