#fukc it

Cherry against sunlit gold.

Deep red, dripping into the waves and fading into the foam – into the nothingness from whence it came.

You stare at the man with wide eyes, between his face and the human legs he now sported. He is still wet from the waves, bare and yes you would have run away but…

The crimson that dips into the ocean like how he once swam, alarmed you, gathered your attention and refused to let it go.

“What…happened to you?”

The previous expression he held – so happy, so innocent, so proud – falls. There is a thin line pressed to his lips, and he curls his legs closer to his chest, his hands trying to hide the streams of blood that ooze out of him. He opens his mouth, to try and explain but words do not appear.

Mute.

Plucked.

You stare at him, unsure of what to say. Where had his voice gone? Yes…he had difficulty forming words before, but this? When he tries to speak and nothing comes out? It made no sense to you. You kneel beside him, pulling out a small aid kit from your pocket, bandages and salves at the ready. “Let me help you, Hiza-“

He shakes his head, almost inching away; you quickly grasp his wrist, gently, running your fingers over his own and bringing them to your lips, a kiss upon the digits.

Like how he would always greet you and bid you fare-thee-well, at the secret little tide pools that only you two knew. It’s only polite for you to return the favor after all.

Hizamaru’s cheeks flush bright red, deeper than the blood you attempted to clean and cure. He buries his face in his hands, a gesture you have become accustomed to over the kisses you two share and experiences you two held. You can only chuckle softly; even still, he remains the cutest.

“Why are you even here, Hizamaru? Why…do you have these legs?” you gestures to them, hesitant to further…look.

So smooth, you want to run your hands up his skin, to see what expressions he could make and-

Now was…not the time.

He pauses, flinching when you two lock eyes. Hizamaru had removed his hands from his face by then, fiddling with his digits.