Slice
Slice
Slice
The blade draws over the skin, almost like a brush, the ink being blood.
Slice
Slice
A beautiful design drawn onto his now white and red skin. The blood dripping down his torn arm, falling like the tears that won't ever fall.
Slice
Stareing at his mangled arm, he watches as the telltale red chakra swirls around him knitting flesh together, drying the rivers of red that he loves so much. Idly he muses that maybe one day he could draw something on himself that would actually stay.
'bah, I don't have time for that' wiping the still red covered arm with his old stained towl he stands up and stretches as he hears a voice through his door
"OI GAKI GET OUT HERE YOUR BURNING DAYLIGHT AND I HAEVA CHAPTER TO FINISH TODAY"
Looking himself over he grins bright and calls out"HOLD YOUR HORSES ERO-SANNIN ILL BE OUT IN A MINUTE, YOU BETTER HAVE A SUPER COOL JUSTU FOR ME TO LEARN TODAY"
Looking in the mirror one last time he looks at his now clean arm
' defiantly draw something that stays someday…just not today'
A/N
A little semi-sad oneshot I wrote while listening to Austin jones. First thing iv written in a very long time so please be kind.