Characters: Hinata, Kurotsuchi
Summary: A whole world has been opened up at her feet.
Pairings: None
Author's Note: Since, in chapter 515, it's shown that Kurotsuchi and Hinata are in the same division (along with Neji and Karui, but more on that later), and I happen to like both Hinata and Kurotsuchi, I decided to do a piece on them.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Kurotsuchi isn't delicate like Hinata and there's something savage and fearsome about the way she wipes blood from her cheek and kunai as the body of a dead man is left behind her. Madara and Kabuto don't just employ resurrected spirits; they have also hired lawless men, mercenaries with no home, to do their dirty work.
"I love wailing on the hired help."
Straight from Kurotsuchi's mouth.
The storm front is gathering over them, dark gray clouds to dim the afternoon. The tree line is just beyond and they are due back to their group before long. If not, Kitsuchi will come looking again and Hinata knows Kurotsuchi doesn't like that.
"What's the matter, Hyuuga-san?" Lavender eyes fall on her and Kurotsuchi smiles her slightly sardonic smile—almost condescending but not quite, almost friendly but not quite. Hinata's growing used to it.
The Hyuuga looks away and shakes her head, pale eyes falling to the ground. "Nothing, Kurotsuchi-san," Hinata murmurs.
A soft laugh tears itself from the older girl's mouth, as Kurotsuchi flicks open her holster and replaces her kunai, dark metal in the make of Iwa. Then, she scavenges all the weapons she can find off of the dead man—this is war time and all the weapons they can get their hands on they take. "Don't tell me you're being a bleeding heart again."
Hinata doesn't answer, but she jumps when she feels a hand on her shoulder. Kurotsuchi's expression is rough but not unkind, the contours of her pale face still slightly smeared with crimson blood. "Listen… this is war time. I know, you're not much of a killer, but you can't afford to sympathize with these people."
Hinata only shakes her head and smiles wistfully, foolishly. "What…shall I be…" she whispers "…if… not what I am?"
Kurotsuchi's face takes on a cast of grim knowledge. "Be death," she simply replies.
Hinata blinks, confused. "How?"
The Iwa kunoichi smirks an odd smirk, lips twisting around each other unnaturally. "I already am. It's simple. One death after another, and you'll never remember how squeamish you used to be."
Frowning and nodding, Hinata drinks in the words.
A whole world has been opened up at her feet.