Her slender hands cut off his air supply as he gasps, trying to breathe from the deadly grip she has over his throat. Yet even then, he still manages to choke out a chuckle, the serpentine eyes he's acquired from Orochimaru's DNA crinkling in amusement.
"Heiwa," he forces out to command. "H-Heiwa, let go."
Beneath the long locks of her dark hair, the dangerous kekkei genkai in her eyes spins in threatening activation as they narrow with her sclera dark in color. There are evident marks across her right eye marring her features, but it's not enough to cover the faint tear troughs beneath her eyes and the frighteningly cold look she has on him right that moment.
"H-Heiwa—"
She shoves him against the wall with harsh brutality and it takes all effort in him not to cry out. He almost sighs in relief when she suddenly lets him go, despite involuntarily crashing down. He barely stands his ground as he coughs back the air that's once lost in his lungs, now holding onto his now bruised throat with a slouched posture.
"Who are you?" She looks down on him, not a look with anything across her dead eyes.
As he looks up at her, he sees the same eyes of her dead brother. They have the same look, and it's frightening how similar they are.
Or at least, were.
"I'm the one who brought you back . . ." he coughs, warily looking over at her, as if afraid that somehow she'd have him by the throat again if not worser than that. "You're supposed to be dead, Heiwa, like Fugaku and Mikoto, but I brought you back here . . ."
She pauses then before she leans against his ear, and he can't have missed the way a dark look flash before her red eyes. "I said who are you?"
He visibly stiffens.
"Kabuto," he hastily answers her now. "Kabuto Yukushi."
She glances at him, and even just a simple action such as that, there's already a threat beneath that red gaze that even Kabuto, despite the control he has over her as the one who resurrected her, is threated by that mere look.
Even in an imperfect form she still releases the same powerful chakra she used to have, fogged with a deadly energy. Orochimaru had always wanted her to be his vessel, to be his weapon and pawn. But even before he can get to her, she already escaped from his grasp by death.
"And what do you want from me, Kabuto?" she whispers and Kabuto forces himself to look like he has the upper hand here, that even though he knows she has much more power over him than her, he's still stronger-even if it's just by word.
"I want to make a war, Heiwa." He forces a smile, but all she does is stare sharply at him, her kekkei genkai deepening in color as they bear onto Kabuto who tries to hide the way he flinched, covering up with an empty smile. "I want to make a Fourth Shinobi World War."
