He was dead. What more was there to expect?
He felt it.
Everything to be truthful. And the man had to admit, death wasn't that bad. Excruciating pain turning his vision white, then the light red of his closed eyelids, then black nothingness. More or less you could describe death as silence. Absolutely , afterwards he's open up his eyes and get tailored back together, piece by piece. The man didn't understand though, why wasn't he waking up now? Why was there just...
Silence?
It had been ten months since the undead Akatsuki duo had been killed, or rather, one killed and the other decapitated. The village had mourned and moved on, only a few left with dwindling feelings. The most affected by the incident was the albino, who was believed to be dead.
In reality he was very much alive, his screams filling the pit which he was trapt in, the forest filled with pitiful screams and pleading no one would ever hear. The man had been insane before he entered his own personal circle of hell, but now he wasn't even there.
"Kakuzu? Anyone...?" His screams turned to whimpering, the zealot not being able to here his own voice over the silence. To him it was not silence, but vast nothingness. He was pratically wiped off the earth, he knew no one was coming for him. His stitched partner was either dead, or left him there to rot. No one else knew where he was, and if they did, they weren't coming to help. The blank nothingness was caving in on him. The darkness and silence was all he had left, and it was killing him. He was truly alone now, he had no god, no one that loved him, no on that hated him. All the componets that made him real were gone. All he had left was nothing, and nothing was the only thing that hurt him. He had always hated words, them being more violent then actions and being a empty as a broken snowglobe. He detested feelings, emotions that broke him and but him back together. But, now the pain and pleasure of emotions and words was all he had left. Now there was only suffocating nothingness.
Silence.