05/19/2014

Her response didn't calm the silver haired male, instead only a puff of air escaped clenched lips. A hand ran through his hair, smoothing it out as he thought, it was a nervous habit he picked up somewhere, he forgot where but he would figure it out somewhere along the way he had a feeling in his gut. His body ran cold, it was such an odd sensation he had no idea about the paranormal but something was giving him the creeps as he slowed his pace to be even with the blue haired female.

"I don't think they care what we think." He muttered under his breath, the male wasn't scared, he was worried. He was curious to see what would happen on this journey, nothing good he knew that much. He was just glad it was Konan that was accompanying him, anybody else and they would've been killed simply out of anxiety.

His fingertips ripped a small part of the cloak, he would stitch it later, or make Kakazu do it, the old bastard deserved to be, beheaded. His nails dug into his side, breaking the flesh, feeling the sticky trickle of crimson over his fingers. It was a relief, he let out a low sigh, he did it on the side opposite of the woman, so she may not notice, he wouldn't care if she did. He had to calm down.

"Do you believe in demons?" He had never had the opportunity to talk to her, and any words exchanged would take his mind off whatever the voices were attempting to influence him with. He had a bad feeling, it was all ready late and in the night there was something that was going to happen. He felt the hair on his neck raise as if he was being haunted, he didn't like this not one bit.

'Go away'