Hatake: a child of night

A bloody handled weapon

In his glove

A mask of chalky bone

A blank, untroubled face

A smell of dying

Clinging to his clothes.

Unseen.

Alone.

Out of sight.

A short katana on his back

For stream-lined killing

In and out

A plunging knife into a fruit

A bladed edge between the ribs

A slowing heart

A stuttered breath

A pause.

A child knocking at Death's doors

With a present, dragged in like a loyal cat

A happy grin.

Claws stained.

Brought in.

Red bones hanging from skin.

A kill.

A disgrace

A stilled, open-mouthed gasp on the cat's owner's face.

A wait.

Redemption? Too late.

Frozen death

Tangy blood

Bleeding sword

Bled-on mud

Darkened sky

Rain so soon

Navigate

By the moon

Vital signs

Evening still

There's no-one else?

Then Inu will.