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[Sep. 12th, 2009|01:40 am] |
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D'aw.
He left good presents, at least.
Mm. I'd like to think if the comm hadn't died Madara would have given him Sasuke's comatose body as a gift for waiting so long for his next meal.
Sometimes you remind me why I am your bitch. Now is one of those times.
The solidarity of the room was rather lonesome. Madara wasn't a man that was offended by the thought of loneliness or even that not that all was said and done there was a lacking... nuisance that simply wasn't there anymore. Things were quiet now. Calm and rested and after a while he could settle back into the routine of everyday life. A shooting here, a little maiming there. This was a hobby. This was life.
Even so, it had been fun while it lasted. He enjoyed Sasuke's pitiless bickering. How the cute scoundrel never gave up. So much like his mother. Pitiful. Disgusting creature. Always sticking her nose where it didn't belong. Perhaps Madara had given Sasuke one to many a bone. Everyone knows that saying about dogs...
He shifted in his office chair, legs folding over one another as Zetsu stay crouched underneath them, oblivious to the world. He glanced down, smirking lazily to himself. That saying was completely wrong. So utterly twisted.
Because right here and right now the only everlasting moral of the story was: Give a dog a bone, then let the help eat the dog.
And his nephews femur had quite a lot of meat left, too. Maybe if he'd exercised the muscle he could have run away from the gunshot or been smart enough to keep running the moment Madara came into the picture. But we can't all be geniuses... or cannibals. Again as the tired mood of the day Madara closed his eyes and listened to the happy hum of his cohort as he nibbled away, laughing to himself. How so much trouble could have been avoided...
If he just had a bigger appetite.
So yeah. There are no words.
PFFFFFFFFFFF I want to rewrite it and fix the errors so bad. BUT FOR NOW IT'S GOOD ENOUGH.
It's the least I can do, bb. ♥
Hi~ ♥
So did you really go to bed or did you stay up after me and Kit went to bed?
Don't tell me you actually doubt me those other times.
I don't doubt that you have somehow contrived to make me your bitchslave.
That's what we like to call the greater good. :D
...well, I suppose it had been long since the most recent attempts to get a dean fired.
Why fire the nice men with their ties and glasses and personality disorders? D:
It was with the best of intentions.
A thumb you haven't consumed, Zetsu.
no rly?
/ brb removing you from the family tree
/has bigger balls more guns. does it first. | |