Board Thread:Konoha Missions/@comment-26510601-20160420201150/@comment-30575150-20161203055032

Three young Shinobi lurked deep in the cradling branches of a mighty towering oak tree, hiding in its foliage they plotted with great urgency the steps toward victory. While Naraku held great concern over the condition over the health and stability of Takahiro he also took in the words of his other team mate, Shinra the eldest in this odd trio. He watched in silence as Takahiro would use his own blood to soil the purity of Cluckymaru’s plumage bringing with it an iron taste that could seduce the most ravenous of beasts.

“Shh, it will all be over my sweet.” Pale fingers ran against the plumpness painted red of Cluckymaru as Naraku soothed the poultry with a lullaby “Brave little Rooster come marching home.” As he finished humming it sweetly into calmness Naraku would finish the adjustments and let the chicken drop into the belly of the beast, awaiting for the tiger to strike and devour his beloved rooster. He couldn’t even turn away, he owed it to Cluckymaru to witness his final moments it was only fair to carve this sacrifice into his heart for eternity.

“Rest In Peace my beloved.” Naraku would kiss the tip of his finger index and pointer finger motioning in a way one would ‘Blow Kisses’. “You damn hero, your death won’t be in vain!” It took an iron will to standby as a comrade such as Cluckymaru was killed in this cruelest of fashions.

