The Fighting Trade, Part 2
To be honest, our fight was kind of beautiful. We danced forward and backwards, spun around in each other's openings, and held hands with our swords. As they clanged together, the bandaging on Samehada got shredded to pieces, revealing the blue shark skin underneath.
I sheathe my katana's, taking a deep breath, and activate my sharingan. I had already gained the Mangekyo Sharingan, but as I've pointed out before, I'm not revealing everything just yet.
"Special powers won't help you now!" he laughs, adjusting the grip on Samehada and throwing it towards me.
I search for Kisame's red string of fate, knowing that if I cut it and retie it, he'll be with me until death welcome's one of us.
"String of Hate, Trapping Strings!"
Once again strings shot out from my hand, trapping Kisame in an unbreakable net. He swung at it with his sword, trying to cut them, but it was like trying to cut rubber with dull plastic.
But he was not giving up, he started sawing at the strings, putting a strain on my connection with the jutsu.
I had to finish this, and fast. I reached out with my consciousness, finding Kisame's red string, and severed it with one final clean cut.
For a moment, he looked stunned. The moment after someone's string is cut, they feel empty, as if they're missing something they never had in the first place.
Kind of like me….
I retie it quickly and walk over to him.
"What did you do to me?" he asked, getting up and pointing his sword at me again.
I could see the hate in his eyes growing, and I almost broke down crying. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. I wanted to get into a good university and join the BAU. I wanted to get married and have kids. I was going to escape my home and rid myself of the control freaks who called themselves my parents.
I shook my head. I need to be grateful for this second chance.
"Doesn't matter," I pushed his sword away and extended my hand to him. "Welcome to my demented version of an adventure."
OMG I AM SO SORRY I HAVENT BEEN UPDATING SCHOOL JUST STARTED AND YEAH. sorry…
