Beautiful, Lethal, Ten Years Old

Written By: SilentAnonymity

Dedicated to Sakiku, Orodruin, and Novocain

Chapter 9: Fight Back

Chapter dedicated to sna and Alexandre de Sade


I stole the counting part (you'll understand what I'm talking about when you get there) from sna's Genius Under Fire which can be read here: /s/2292448/1/Genius-Under-Fire

Going to start wrapping things up now. Fight scenes aren't my forte, but I tried and I'd love some feedback.

Also, the popular ending is that Shigeo die a painful death. I was content with just slitting his throat, but I guess I could do more...

His original death was: Pushing through the pain, Kakashi thrust the blade downward, sinking it into the scarved neck of the man in front of him, pulling and trailing a red smile under the man's chin. He fell to the ground.

But then I added stuff and this is what I got.

I researched the effects of nicotine poisoning. Two drops is lethal to children. It can enter the bloodstream through the skin. The effects I've described are ones that my research had come up with.

Also, I decided on this method, because, "It doesn't take a lot for Kakashi to be lethal," and he's a ten year old, how do you expect a ten year old to fight fifty enemies head on?! D:

Enjoy! And review? Please? :( I can haz reviewz, yes?


Kakashi was lying tiredly on the bed when Shigeo returned from his four day trip later that afternoon. He was acutely aware that the poison wasn't making its way through his system, despite how he was minutely using his chakra to speed up his metabolism; it was all he could do to keep his thoughts in focus and his breaths from appearing too laboured.

His time was up. He had one day left before the Hokage would call off the mission and he would be returned to the village, all of his work aborted.

He wouldn't let that happen.

He could feel where the little stolen carving knife was, underneath the few sheets that separated his back from the mattress, as Shigeo lowered himself over him, giving him that one-hell-of-a-fuck he was promised. It was to his alarm that the couldn't even draw the strength to push away from Shigeo and kill him without drawing from his chakra.

Shigeo noticed his weakened state too.

When he was done being fucked, he decided belatedly (though it was mostly due to the poison slowing his thoughts) that it wouldn't be too much of a loss if he used his chakra, his mission would be over anyway and it would be best to kill Shigeo now. His subordinates were hopefully eating copious amounts of the poison and all he had left was to personally kill Shigeo.

His mind wandered again and he briefly wondered about the amount of times he had been fucked. He had lost count at about eighty, but that was not due to the poison or his frequency of his being fucked.

He just hadn't been taught how to count any higher.

His yukata fastened in place again, sweat, blood, semen, and the signs of intercourse still fresh on ten year-old body, he focused his chakra and forced himself off the bed and quietly behind Shigeo, who turned the corner and into the hall.

Knife raised, he was about to strike, when a searing pain ripped in his abdomen.

The poison continued to strike.

The floor below filled with shouts.

"THE LITTLE FUCKER!" Well, he didn't end up killing them all with poison, did he?

Pushing through the pain, Kakashi thrust the blade downward, only to be met with a hand around his wrist.

"You whelp! After all I did for you!" Shigeo yelled.

Twisting, Kakashi freed his arm, a hand already at his neck, choking him. Suddenly frantic, he scrabbled against the arm in front of him, dropping the knife, feeling the cold wall collide with his back. For a few frightening moments, Kakashi thought he was going to die. He credited the thought to the poison and kicked. Hard. Enough to break the ribs of the man holding him captive, who stumbled back and fell over, clutching his side. Kakashi fell to the floor taking in deep breaths, vision clouded, stomach fiery, lungs burning, and head spinning. Not resting for a second longer, he picked up his knife again and stabbed it over and over in the general direction of the man. Red blossomed from the various wounds of the sporadically made gashes. Nothing immediately fatal, but he severed a main artery, spraying the hall and him with red.

Kakashi needed to make sure the man died. He would eventually bleed to death, but he could easily get medical help from his subordinates.

"FUCKER!"

Said subordinates had just turned the corner and were closing in fast.

One of the men had reached where Kakashi was and it was all he could do to sink the blade of his knife deep into the man, letting both fall away from him.

From behind there was a shout of "Katon: Hosenka no Jutsu! Fire Style: Phoenix Flower Jutsu!"

Kakashi grit his teeth as the smell of burnt flesh filled his nose, he rolled, putting out his burning side. The pain did little to keep him focused through the poison. An ear splitting yell overcame the noise of the fight, as the badly aimed fire jutsu set a wounded Shigeo on fire.

Chances of recovery were exponentially lower now that the man had been set on fire. Kakashi still wasn't sure he could leave him though, there was still the chance of a water-user saving him.

Not knowing what instinct caused him to do it, Kakashi grabbed one of the very heavy, ornate, glass orbs on one of the shelves he had landed by, and slammed it into the scarved man's skull over and over, spattering the already crimson surroundings an even brighter shade of red. Only satisfied when he heard and felt the bone crack and splinter beneath the force.

More men had reached him.

Head still unfocused, all Kakashi could register were the dark and blurry outlines of his pursuers. He stood and ran (stumbled) back towards the high-ceiling room, a whizzing sound from behind and he picked up a fluffy pillow from the bed and let the kunai sink into it. He ran forward and crashed his way through the glass window, not even caring that the glass cut ribbons of red through his skin. He continued, body running on poison-dulled instincts and using his enemy's kunai from the pillow to block the onslaught of weapons.

Kick, block, punch, duck, roundhouse kick.

He was dizzy and his head was pounding, he only noticed, very faintly, the pain of his flesh when a stone buried itself in his leg when he didn't quite dodge an earth jutsu one of his enemies had hurled at him.

There were too many of them.

His senses blurred and he could hardly make out the words that Aki screamed at him.

"You little shit! Killed half the staff-...-stunt you pulled! Don't fucking underestim-...-kid. We'll kill you a thousand times over-...-you did!"

With half the staff down, there were at least thirty others he had to fight on his own.

Duck, crouch, roll, jump, block.

A kick to his head and Kakashi rolled off on the grass, already pounding head even more painful. The pain in his abdomen had returned with vengeance and his senses were meshing together even worse. His muscles were twitching uncontrollably and nausea was added to the list of effects the poison had on him.

Get up, block, jump, drop the pillow, I, Inu, Tori, Saru, Hitsuji,

"Kuchiyose!"

Seven ninken appeared before him, all bared teeth and menacing growls. Despite their intimidating appearance, the dogs were confused by their master's state. Pakkun knew enough of what was to happen in the mission to take lead.

His body gave a throb as the poison continued to work, causing his head to swim and his vision to blur. Swaying, he fell, off balance, and vomited on the grass. He desperately tried to stay conscious, his ninken wouldn't be able to hold off so many enemies on their own, but as the poison pulled against his consciousness, it was out of his abilities to even stay focused. His fingers scrabbled across stone and through dirt, frantically searching for something to anchor him to the conscious world. Even slightly unresponsive, being conscious meant that he would at least be able to dodge any oncoming attacks- or so he hoped.

His bloodied hands finally grasped something soft- the pillow. Clutching it tightly, he drew in to himself and curled around it, willing himself to fight off the effect of the poison, willing himself to stay awake.

The last thing he heard was a soft thud and the clash of metal on metal before he finally succumbed to the unrelenting need to sleep.


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