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Sakura knew that Naruto had never been one to mince words. He wasn't fancy or verbose—hell, he didn't even have half the vocabulary most people did—but that was what made him special. He just told the truth, with maybe a "believe it" tacked onto the end for emphasis.
So, even though Sakura had never thought about it, it really wasn't that surprising-
Red eyes, staring into her own as blood silently dripped into a pool around both of their feet. The blood on her was her own. The blood on him (no, it, never think of it as human) was not.
It grinned at her, lazily slurping up a drop that had run down its chin.
"You're going to die now, because I am going to kill you." It paused for a second, grinning happily, and then added, "Believe it, little girl."
She twisted and turned, but there was no time, and it was above her and there was a flash of pain, sharp and biting and red-
It was no surprise that he was still himself, blunt and honest, even when it wasn't him at all.