I don't really like this pairing but this drabble just came to me and refused to leave.
Enjoy
I was a broken doll, all empty smiles and hollow insides. As I walked across the cavern I felt as light as a feather, fragile and easily broken. Stupid really, I was stronger now than I ever had been.
They had broken me, shattered me into a million pieces and then stuck me back together, minus some parts. They made me into a shinobi, a proper kunoichi, someone worthy of being by his side.
Funny; that had always been my dream and yet now that I was finally living it I know longer wanted it. In becoming his equal I became smart enough not to care about such trivial things.
I was a weapon now, beautiful and deadly in its simplicity. I leaped and twirled, punched and sliced. I killed with no compunction; my face impassive as I became soaked in the blood of his enemies.
His because I was a weapon and weapons do not have emotions. In order to consider one an enemy you must feel something for them and I felt nothing at all.
I was a broken doll; hollow and empty and bloody. I was a shinobi, a kunoichi and a missing-nin; but most of all I was dead inside.
Please review, this is my first published fanfic and I would like to know what people think.
