Obligations
Soo...Random drabble to distract you guys (and myself) from my -ahem- writer's block. This is kinda gross-ish, but it could've been A LOT more graphic. So, if you don't like blood n stuff, please don't read. ...I'm really tired.
A bastard sword is a real thingy, and I kinda like the idea of a smaller one of them, so...Bastard blade. Yeah.
Please enjoy. I'm gonna go play Pokemon now...
Sasori ducked under the enemy's arm and parried his kunai with another, before whipping out a poisioned bastard blade. He thrust the warped metal into the man's stomach and twisted. Blood gushed out over his hand as the man screamed, dropping his weapons and clawing at Sasori's shoulders. The redhead didn't even flinch as he drove the blade deeper. A dull thud suggested that it had lodged in the man's backbone, and the taller ninja gurgled halfheartedly, feeling his strength slip away. After a moment, Sasori let the dying man fall to the ground, and turned away. A grim smile lit his face, but his bored brown eyes didn't tell a tale of joy, no. He got no pleasure from this. It was just what shinobi had to do.