Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto
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"Talking."
(Me adding details)
Black Zetsu
White Zetsu
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We tried to be nice to everyone, It was hard when they were our food. Most people were scared of us because of our looks, and our voices. Maybe even our eating habits. But it wasn't like they learned about the latter til' later after they talked to us.
We were especially nice to Tobi, because he was nice to us first. He didn't look at us like we were freaks and found our talents quite useful. He did pick on the fact that we were not really battle oriented. But still, we believe that we served him well enough as a spy. We tried to do our job right.
We also tried our best in the war, splitting apart to add even just one more number to our side, one more half a percent chance we might win. I would do anything to help Madara's dreams come true. He had waited so long and done so much for other people such as ourselves. He gave us confidence in ourselves and a goal, we used to just be happy with sleeping away in the dirt or in the sunlight. And when someone came along to harrass us we would just leave.
And thats why we fought with all we had.
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Blood was spattered across the field in droplets, absolutely salavating. But I couldn't stop to eat now, I had a job to do. I had to help the Akatsuki win, then maybe snack on a few of the dead.
A ninja with a chipped Rock Village headband ran towards me, a kunai at the ready which I easily avoided with my Mayfly jutsu. When I sunk into the ground, It was easy to drag him down with a few others. They didn't have a shell that protected them from suffocating in the dirt and they quickly died after a minute underground.
When I came back up I found myself right under the Hokage, Tsunade. She was fighting Pein, and it looked like she was almost through. I would do anything to sink my teeth in her skin again like I did on the field, delicious. Her skin had tasted like the finest of chakras all together, with the best seasoning.
I'm dripping saliva now just thinking of it.
But I was caught though soon after I bit her, she had smashed a fist into my face that buried me half a mile into the ground with a rather large crack in my Venus fly trap shell. When I had climbed back up, Tsunade was on the ground, presumably passed out, and ninja that saw me tried to grab me. Twisting and turning I had tried to do everything to escape them, but it was a failure. I fell back to recording where I was going with my mind, so I could try and show it to whoever in the Akatsuki was left.
So they could save us when we got caught.
My recordings worked as such, I recorded whatever I saw like a photographic memory, except with Video. Then, I would focus on one or two people, and the video would appear in their minds. It was extraordinary I suppose. I knew other people didn't have this ability. White Zetsu had the ability to make clones of people right down to the Chakra signature. We were a perfect team, although he was a bit too soft spoken. But now we were split up, and I had been captured.
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I had made clones of the entire Akatsuki and was making them fight for me, even the ones who had been killed before.
Sasori
Deidara
Kakuzu
Kisame
Pein
Konan
Itachi
Tobi
Hidan
Infact I could make a copy of anyone I had ever touched. It made my job easier. But the bad thing about my clones were that they tended not to last well in battle, Maybe it was because I wasn't a natural fighter. I had become too content with the art of spying.
I was back towards the front of the battle, hiding the the ground and letting the clones do my job. It was kind of like Sasori with his puppets, it was hard for me too control a large number of clones at once, but I was just barely managing it. Each person needed a certain amount of attention when they fought something because they needed full attention to notice every move the attacker was using. That was the trick, was concentrating on all clones at once. I couldn't protect myself if I wasn't there mentally.
I heard people walking above me and fighting, the yells even pretruding the silence of the earth that I had become so used too.
It was strange, their voices sounded so muffled from so far down below.
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I didn't go into the jail cell without a fight, I went in biting and screaming. Okay, Well maybe biting because I was starving. But still, it was part of the fight. Itachi, Madara, Pein, Kakuzu, Sasori and Deidara were already here. I wasn't so surprised, they were the ones who had died first. But why was Madara here? and why was I..I had survived..
I had helped Itachi because I felt bad for him during our stay at the jail. He didn't die in his fight against Sasuke because he was weak. I knew all about him and Madara, and Madaras lie.
Itachi was a brave man, but White Zetsu refused to see it. I still looked up to Madara, but I saw the flaws in him. All human beings have flaws, even we do. White Zetsu was blinded by Madara and didn't see the evil in him. I knew what Madara was trying to do was wrong. So I helped Itachi in pity, and in spite of Madara.
It wasn't fair to Itachi anyway. No one in the Akatsuki thought it was fair. They shouldn't have sent him out on the field without eyes, his eyes had been his ultimite weapon. They should have just let him go, or let him stay back. I was surprised to hear that Itachi wasn't one of the first brought in.
Oh well, It's all water under the bridge now. We were in jail and couldn't do anything about it.
You couldn't really complain or compliment it, we were in here for a reason. I didn't disagree with that. But I also couldn't disagree that we really didn't want to be here.
And that was that.
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I came out of the ground long enough to see that they were capturing the Akatsuki quickly, Kabuto's pawns being wiped out by the hundreds. We didn't have enough man power and I only had one clone left, I would have to go out and help.
I ran along the outsides of the battle, my venus fly trap sinking casing into my skin. It was weighing me down and I wouldn't need it for what I was about to do.
The plan was to run around and see Ninja that were taking fellow members out, and attack them to delay the time they got there or completely stop them. The latter was the better goal, but I knew I wasn't a really good fighter. I'd have to use mind tricks on most of the ninja. My hands formed seals as I ran, the last clone I had, Kisame, disappearing. I needed all of my concentration.
I saw them taking Itachi and ran at the ninja, running at them with a rain of blades. But even that was apart of my illusion.
Once they dropped Itachi and tried to block the blades, the blade went through them like a hologram and the real attack came from the side. I grabbed Itachi's arm roughly and tried to yank him up while the capturer's dodged the flying kunai, but he resisted. Maybe he thought I was his capturers?
"Ita-"
I was cut short by a hand over my mouth and a kunai on my chest, red blood dripping down my chest and my cloak. It figured an onlooker would attack me, they were all fighting for the same cause, weren't they?
He ripped the blade out from my back and removed his hand, blood filling my mouth and spilling out as I hit the ground.
I was dying.
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Something felt wrong as I woke up one morning, like I had gotten skinnier or apart of me was missing. And it wasn't the literal part of me is missing thing. My honey yellow eyes opened immediately, and sat up from my painful rest on the floor.
"Zetsu."
Deidara was the only other one awake, and he looked at me sympathetically.
"Is he gone?" He asked, pushing his hair out of his face as he stretched.
My hands clasped together and it was the first time I noticed that my hands where all one color. They weren't black and white, they were just black. The color of darkness.
And deep, deep down, I knew.
My hands would be black for the rest of my life.
"Yes.. He is."
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The world turned grey in front of me, not so black and white as it was before. All I saw was the ground and my hands infront of me, but they weren't white. They were grey..grey..