Sequel to Dead White Eyes
Shikamaru tried to look out through the sack cloth covering his head in vain, as he'd learned a while ago that his arms and legs were now useless lumps of flesh hanging off his body. He could hear pacing just around him, giving him an indication he wasn't alone, and he could guess who was out there.
His suspicions were confirmed when they began talking. "You... you couldn't just leave it alone could you? You had to know what happened..."
Shikamaru decided that it might be best to just let them continue ranting, maybe he'd be rescued. Not likely, but it was a hope.
"Now look at you genius..." the voice sneered as he felt a hand grace his neck. "All helpless and alone, with no one knowing where you are. Why couldn't you just leave it alone? Why the hunt?"
The voice snarled after a minute of Shika's silence, roughly ripping off the sack, and a few chunks of hair. Dull brown eyes met peircing blues as he let out a groan of pain. "Answer me! WHY DID YOU KEEP PUSHING?!"
"Simple Naruto..." Shika groaned as he smirked at the blond, "Someone had to bring justice to Kiba's killer... and you know Hinata did it..."
Naruto's answer was simple, savage, and efficient. He closed his claws around Shikamaru's esophagus, and ripped it out. Reveling in the warm blood spraying over him, he laughed and whispered softly. "You'll never be able to prove it now, will you?"
The last thing Shika's fading sight saw were icy blue eyes dancing gleefully as he looked down at the bleeding shadow user and licked the blood off his arm with glee.