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The sense of dread in her chest hadn’t been enough to turn her away, nor was the horrific sight of what seemed to be life and death before her very eyes. It had its qualities of beauty to it as well, but primarily it looked as if it was a life lesson hidden in the chaos- death will always consume.
Foolishly, as soon as Kasami had confirmed Tatsumi was there, dangling within the grasp of the attacker, she jumped down into the room. She landed in a crouched position at first, her eyes wavering with both the rage she quelled in order to focus and the sensation of... fear...
Oh I fucked up...
She watched with the horror hidden as best she could, trying to maintain a strong visage before what was happening around her. Such a lazy way of throwing someone, and yet Tatsumi’s impact with the wall rang in her ears, and...
He turned toward her slowly, her eyes drifting away from Tatsumi and almost as if in slow motion- their gazes met. Even with a dictionary in hand she could not ever explain the sensation that washed over her with words. Her lungs seized like the air was stolen right out of them, her joints locking into place. From this point forward the commands to her body would be received, processed, and thrown out the window. This feeling was so strong, this pull towards him, that she was lost in it for but a moment. A foot moved to step forward and were it not for Tatsumi’s voice telling her to run, even as distant as it sounded in these moments among the hellacious surroundings, it made her give pause. She froze again, after taking one step toward this man whose very appearance had her eye feeling as foreign to her as the day she got it.
”.....there it is.....my power.”
Reality hit her hard, almost as hard as Tatsumi had hit the wall. Her eye, the feeling in her chest, everything felt like this because it was... Him. It was his Rinnegan, the stupid thing inside her head that had transcended her above her pitiful state of being from before... he was here right in front of her. And he was going to take it. His whole monologue about his purpose at the temple- lost to her. All she was able to do in those moments was try to force back the anxiety and dread that was threatening to take over her body. And yet even in these sensations she couldn’t run away, as her limbs only continued to try to carry her toward him against her commands. Was this an orchestration of the man that had put her in Naraka in the first place? The Mask Salesman...
A shuddered gasp finally breathing air into her lungs and as it did her composure and strength swayed. Her body almost literally- swayed, until she caught herself on readjusted feet. She hadn’t realized how long she held her breath, and it seemed like all gravity wanted to do was force her down.
Dizzy... so... dizzy.
Crippling fear did things to a person- things they had trained against for their entire lives. Her father had specifically pit her against Aiko time and time again. It was beyond just simple training, he was trying to train her resolve. Her brother was imposing. He stood nearly twice her size and was a prodigy among their clan. He’d hoped giving her such an opposing force to deal with from a young age would steel her nerves against moments like this.
Nothing could have prepared her for this.
She didn’t even realize the tears falling from her eyes, the way her lips quivered with a slight pout, the way her body trembled... Were it not a fear for her life, it’d have brought her to her knees. Mikaboshi beckoned to her, but the sensation that her eye felt gave her reason to believe the only thing being beckoned- was it. In that moment she swore if it were an entity of its own it have just popped right out and left her. Instinctively she laid a hand overtop of it, her jaw tightening to the point of being painful.
Run. I have to... run.
Her gaze cast toward Tatsumi with pain in her uncovered eye. She didn’t want to leave him but it appeared that circumstances had left her no choice. She finally got her body to move and now as the slick oil like sludge came creeping toward her feet... she’d retreat. This feeling still sitting on her chest, bordering an anxiety attack, and now hurting for leaving him to die. She couldn’t fight this. There was no way. No way she would ever be able to...
She took a few steps back and looked up at the hole in the ceiling, jumping out of it, hopefully, before he had time to grab her or do anything to stop her.
Foolishly, as soon as Kasami had confirmed Tatsumi was there, dangling within the grasp of the attacker, she jumped down into the room. She landed in a crouched position at first, her eyes wavering with both the rage she quelled in order to focus and the sensation of... fear...
Oh I fucked up...
She watched with the horror hidden as best she could, trying to maintain a strong visage before what was happening around her. Such a lazy way of throwing someone, and yet Tatsumi’s impact with the wall rang in her ears, and...
He turned toward her slowly, her eyes drifting away from Tatsumi and almost as if in slow motion- their gazes met. Even with a dictionary in hand she could not ever explain the sensation that washed over her with words. Her lungs seized like the air was stolen right out of them, her joints locking into place. From this point forward the commands to her body would be received, processed, and thrown out the window. This feeling was so strong, this pull towards him, that she was lost in it for but a moment. A foot moved to step forward and were it not for Tatsumi’s voice telling her to run, even as distant as it sounded in these moments among the hellacious surroundings, it made her give pause. She froze again, after taking one step toward this man whose very appearance had her eye feeling as foreign to her as the day she got it.
”.....there it is.....my power.”
Reality hit her hard, almost as hard as Tatsumi had hit the wall. Her eye, the feeling in her chest, everything felt like this because it was... Him. It was his Rinnegan, the stupid thing inside her head that had transcended her above her pitiful state of being from before... he was here right in front of her. And he was going to take it. His whole monologue about his purpose at the temple- lost to her. All she was able to do in those moments was try to force back the anxiety and dread that was threatening to take over her body. And yet even in these sensations she couldn’t run away, as her limbs only continued to try to carry her toward him against her commands. Was this an orchestration of the man that had put her in Naraka in the first place? The Mask Salesman...
A shuddered gasp finally breathing air into her lungs and as it did her composure and strength swayed. Her body almost literally- swayed, until she caught herself on readjusted feet. She hadn’t realized how long she held her breath, and it seemed like all gravity wanted to do was force her down.
Dizzy... so... dizzy.
Crippling fear did things to a person- things they had trained against for their entire lives. Her father had specifically pit her against Aiko time and time again. It was beyond just simple training, he was trying to train her resolve. Her brother was imposing. He stood nearly twice her size and was a prodigy among their clan. He’d hoped giving her such an opposing force to deal with from a young age would steel her nerves against moments like this.
Nothing could have prepared her for this.
She didn’t even realize the tears falling from her eyes, the way her lips quivered with a slight pout, the way her body trembled... Were it not a fear for her life, it’d have brought her to her knees. Mikaboshi beckoned to her, but the sensation that her eye felt gave her reason to believe the only thing being beckoned- was it. In that moment she swore if it were an entity of its own it have just popped right out and left her. Instinctively she laid a hand overtop of it, her jaw tightening to the point of being painful.
Run. I have to... run.
Her gaze cast toward Tatsumi with pain in her uncovered eye. She didn’t want to leave him but it appeared that circumstances had left her no choice. She finally got her body to move and now as the slick oil like sludge came creeping toward her feet... she’d retreat. This feeling still sitting on her chest, bordering an anxiety attack, and now hurting for leaving him to die. She couldn’t fight this. There was no way. No way she would ever be able to...
She took a few steps back and looked up at the hole in the ceiling, jumping out of it, hopefully, before he had time to grab her or do anything to stop her.