Of Betrayals, Hate and Home

by Anaxn

Kabuto and Sakura were never as they seemed. Wearing a mask had become an art form for them. Their lives played out on a silver stage, spattered with blood and the bitter tears of betrayals. A series of short tales about Kabuto Hyuuga and Sakura No Oto.

17. Old Habits Die Hard

Kabuto grimaced as he stared down at his comrade, bleeding from terrible stomach burns. He glance over at the rest of his team, who had their hands full with the enemy, but seemed to be holding their own. He then bent, placing his hands over the hideous wound. A sudden flash appeared to him, of a canyon filled with blood and ninjas lying dead all around him.
"Please don't die," He found himself chanting under his breath, something he did back when he was much younger, back when who he claimed to be was never contested.
"Please don't die."