"Haaah~" Hm. You could still find the time to chuckle even when your mouth tastes of copper. "Best news I've heard all day."
To each his own-- not that either was lacking. Shisui had always reflected on the way he would cut through the enemy, head-on and yet still a ghost, blade slicing through flesh and sinew-- but even so it was Shisui who felt the pain before his victims. He would compare with Itachi and sometimes wonder if there was a certain sense of detachment, a certain degree of not having to claim responsibility, a lighter burden. They were thoughts he didn't like to dwell too much on...
Sharingan fading into black once more, Shisui glances at the man screaming on the ground, and then at the one nearly dying. Lips purse together as he watches, the dying man's anguish bleeding through the ground and seeping into Shisui's conscience. "Hm, finish it." A mumble; whether or not it is directed at Itachi is unclear, for in the next moment he is already walking over to the man bleeding out. Knee meets shoulder as he pins the man to the ground and takes his head in his hands.
Crack--
There. Better to snuff out a flame than let it sputter pathetically.
"Decided to make a mess today, 'Tachi?" A glance in the other's direction: a silent plea to make the other man stop.
--And Shisui brings his hand down over lifeless eyes, closing them.
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To each his own-- not that either was lacking. Shisui had always reflected on the way he would cut through the enemy, head-on and yet still a ghost, blade slicing through flesh and sinew-- but even so it was Shisui who felt the pain before his victims. He would compare with Itachi and sometimes wonder if there was a certain sense of detachment, a certain degree of not having to claim responsibility, a lighter burden. They were thoughts he didn't like to dwell too much on...
Sharingan fading into black once more, Shisui glances at the man screaming on the ground, and then at the one nearly dying. Lips purse together as he watches, the dying man's anguish bleeding through the ground and seeping into Shisui's conscience. "Hm, finish it." A mumble; whether or not it is directed at Itachi is unclear, for in the next moment he is already walking over to the man bleeding out. Knee meets shoulder as he pins the man to the ground and takes his head in his hands.
Crack--
There. Better to snuff out a flame than let it sputter pathetically.
"Decided to make a mess today, 'Tachi?" A glance in the other's direction: a silent plea to make the other man stop.
--And Shisui brings his hand down over lifeless eyes, closing them.