A/N: Aunt's funeral was yesterday. And I...
...I can't update I can't update I just can't UPDATE!
I thought I would be alright, that I would be okay, that I would feel better after we laid her to rest, but somehow its worse, so much worse, and I can barely think straight. I was holding on beofre, even had Golden Son and Take the Girl nearly ready to update but yesterday broke something in me and I just can't think straight.
My family may be eager to move on, but I can't...it just doesn't feel right...I can't...
Maybe I just need to rest today and have another drink. I don't know. I can barely put a coherent thought together in this state. Even writing THIS teaser of a fragment took more effort than it whould have. I just don't know...
So here's yet more of that Weaponsmith idea with Naruto and Tenten from awhile back.
And yes the "Mizu" reference is from Blue-Eyed Samurai.
Sorry for being such a hot mess.
"Some say madness is its own form of freedom."
"Perhaps it is. Now why have you come?"
...ohohoho...you know why."
~?
Forging a Scorpion
"Hello~!"
Tyrian Callows considered the knife in his hand and jolted back, dropping it with a yelp. "The weapon talked!"
He'd heard it speak to him, right into his mind, as though it were...alive.
"Trust me, they can do a lot more than talk."
His tail twitched as he regarded the blacksmith before him -or the Swordfather as some called him- those bemused blue eyes and whiskered cheeks dimpled in a small smile. Though his blond hair was caked with ash and soot, he didn't seem afraid of him. Nor did his wife, for that matter. Even that tiny little apprentice of theirs, that stoic blue-eyed little girl with her dirty brown hair peered at them without fear. For a fleeting moment he found himself stricken by the urge to fight them; to test these two, her mother and father, to see if they were truly as skilled with their weapons as they were making them.
Then the girl stuck her tongue out at him. Was she their daughter? How very curious!
Very curious indeed, this girl without fear.
Perhaps he should kill her?
The Swordfather -Naruto!- climbed to his feet with a grunt, claiming his attention once more.
"Mizu, go stoke the forge." the blond shooed the curious girl away, causing her to hide behind her mother. Ah. Not so fearless after all. "There's work to be done."
Ohhhh, yes there was.
A weapon that talked. A voice for him and him alone, a friend in his madness. He must have it.
Tyrian tilted his head askance. "What would I have to give you for a weapon?"
Naruto flicked the living knife back his way."Your tail, for starters."
That was all? He lopped it off without a second thought.
"I was joking! Now I gotta make you a new one...
A/N:...there. Hope you enjoyed.
This is a Tyrian that hasn't met Salem...yet.
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