"I was not expecting this." Haruto had watched as the black and red haired girl slaughtered every single one of the Kiri ninja with a sickening smile on her face. He had been unexpectedly surprised when she had been shoved into the large shuriken she had dodged earlier on, and accidentally chopped off her own hand before promptly screaming, and Haruto quotes, "Pleasure in pain!" before making a loud and uncomfortable orgasmic noise that confused the women and her men and scared Haruto and turned him on a little.
Apparently she wasn't kidding when she had claimed she was immortal because she had proceeded to continue fighting despite the loss of her appendage and the copious amounts of blood pouring from her wound. Surprisingly, she seemed more distraught at losing the blood because it was going to waste rather than the fact that normal people required it to live.
He shrugged at that point; he didn't have blood either, only black wires coursing through his veins.
It was also worth mentioning that she had been turned into a kunai pin-cushion, having several sticking out of her body as she cut her hunters down, continuously praising "Jashin-sama" as she did so.
"Ugh. Great, now I need to sew back my fucking hand." Ruby sneered at the twitching appendage whilst she removed the kunai's from her grievously stabbed body with her spare hand, shudders and gasps passing through her body like ghosts from every weapon removed.
"Do you require assistance?" Haruto called out from above. Not expecting the voice, Ruby jumped lightly, dropping her severed appendage in shock.
"Wha-! Who the fuck are you?" She demanded, brandishing her pike defensively as she looked up at the figure in the treetops.
"Don't worry, I am not here to fight you. Do you—"
"Is it because I'm a girl? Well fuck you too, you sexist prick!" The blonde haired ninja was caught off guard by her comment.
"Uh—" He scratched his head awkwardly, clearly confused. "What?"
"You heard me! You're a sexist prick because you don't want to fight a girl!"
"I don't think that's how sexism works." Haruto rubbed his forehead, clearly having a hard time comprehending on why she would want to fight him when he had offered help. Perhaps she had major trust issues?
"It totally is! If I'm a girl, and you hit me, that would mean you're not a sexist, but if you don't that means you totally are!" She paused, her face turning uncertain. "Wait, or is it the other way around?"
"Definitely not how sexism works." He shook his head, "Look, I'm only trying to help you out, there's no need to debate on sexism."
"Bah!" She sneered at Haruto, unaware of the black threads that were sneaking up behind her ankles. She jabbed her finger in his direction, "You've got no balls, unlike my dad, he hit me and mama all the time!"
"That just sounds like you've been abused." He pointed out in a surprisingly sad voice, ignoring the sudden pang of pity in his chest. Haruto could not—would not—stand for abuse, even worse if it was sexual. The thought of Naruko being sexually abused made his hand clench tightly into a fist.
Ruby snarled, her visage turning furious instead of demented. "So what if I was abused, huh? I don't need your damn pity because that just makes me a survivor! I outlived mama—"
So she decided to mask the pain by becoming a psychopath, interesting. He mused sadly; paying rapt attention as she continued yelling her lungs out about how she had killed her father in vivid detail after he choked her mother to death in a fit of drunken rage. With a tug of his fingers, the wires that had left his wrist pulled hard from the sudden pressure placed onto it. Ruby, not knowing of the wire that had made a small circle around her feet, continued screaming at Haruto, releasing all frustration and sadness she kept bottled up involving the suppressed memories from her childhood involving her abusive father.
"—And then when he had the damn gall to say that I disappointed him by not killing him in one go, so I ripped out his fucking intestines and shoved them up into his ass—Whoa!" The strings tightened, ensnaring her feet together and yanking her upwards into the branches of the large oak trees. Her head slammed into multiple thick limbs of the trees that stretched outwards as she was pulled up, prompting a rather comedic scene to any passer-by's happening to witness the spectacle.
"Ow! Ouch! Ow! Oi, will you quit—Ow!" Each "ow" accompanied multiple loud "clonk"s, with every collision into a branch made the tree tremble violently, causing an abundance of leaves to shed from above, months in advance. Finally stopping upside down in front of Haruto, legs still bound, she groaned from the dizziness and half-heartedly swung her pike in an attempt to ward Haruto off. Ignoring her attempts at slashing him, with one hand, he began by grabbing her wrist as she missed her swipe, and used the wires in his free hand to stitch back the missing appendage into the stump that had stopped bleeding.
After getting rid of her double vision, Ruby tiredly allowed her arms to fall limp, dropping her pike back into the ground some twenty metres below her. Her earlier rant had left her physically and emotionally exhausted, more spent than she normally would feel after screaming her lungs out and participating in a rampage in the name of Jashin. Digging up the past was something she absolutely detested, so she hid it behind walls. But they had somehow segued from a joke about sexism into her abuse, and everything had just fallen apart.
"Hey. I stitched back your arm like you said earlier."
Ruby stared at him, silver eyes wide in confusion. He actually meant to help her?
"You…" She said in a surprisingly calm voice, "… You're strange, y'know that?"
"Yeah." Haruto chuckled, staring at the black threads that receded back into his body. He was getting used to the feeling of it already. "I know."
"Now, if you're not going to try and kill me… will you GET ME DOWN FROM HERE?!"
"Have you ever tried strangling a man to death with just your thumb?" Condescending would be the best word to describe her natural voice, a constant sneer that stained her silky voice.
A sigh escaped Haruto's lips from behind the ANBU mask. Perhaps teaming up with a fellow immortal who was also a blood-thirsty worshipper of an evil god was not one of his better plans. Well, to be fair, most of his plans were never properly planned ahead and were half-assed at best. A good indicator of this would more than likely be the poorly planned assault on the Uchiha Clan, one that had led him to become the teen he was today.
"It–Is–Glorious." Emphasising every word lustfully, she gave him an alluring smirk that made his skin crawl.
And he was very certain that the threads had nothing to do with the feeling.
The sides of her mouth curved upwards, and near reached the bang of black and red hair she pinned onto the right side of her face with a red clip. Now that he was closer, he could easily see her Yugakure headband that hung loosely around her neck while a metal necklace with the symbol of what he assumed to be Jashin was sitting snugly between her valley of ample cleavage. She had taken the liberty to free the chest area of her brown Jashinist robes, slicing the middle down to where the sides of her breasts began.
It had certainly made talking to the girl very distracting as she was much shorter than he was and whenever she talked to him, she usually boasted, puffing her chest out and unknowingly making her cleavage much more visible. Haruto even questioned if she was wearing anything underneath the robes, to which she simply wiggled her eyebrows and shot him a seductive look, asking if he wanted to find out. He promptly shot her down.
Feeling slightly bored, she decided to strike up a conversation with him. "Say, how many hearts do you have left?" She asked curiously. They had been talking for a while and she had found out that he too, was an immortal, but had to change hearts every so often. She was secretly touched by the fact that he shared such valuable information with her, and had made sure to uncharacteristically thank him for trusting a complete psychopath. He had then briefly told her that he felt he was capable of subduing her if it came to an attempted—and literal—backstab after he had assessed her skill level against the Kiri ninja. She had begrudgingly accepted his offer on improving her hand to hand and scythe prowess.
"An adequate amount." Her masked companion spoke stiltedly, annoying her greatly. Ruby scowled childishly, an adorable sight were it not for the giant red three-fanged scythe, which was at least half her height, that she slung over her shoulder in a casual manner.
"Sheesh, Mr Talkative aren't you?" Ruby mumbled cynically as she rolled her silver eyes, not liking the silence one bit, finding it the atmosphere the silence brought to be too awkward. She was the polar opposite to Haruto. She enjoyed killing, he didn't. She enjoyed being loud and noisy, he didn't. She found it extremely entertaining to sadistically torture her victims before killing them, he didn't.
Suffice to say, they were the different sides to a coin.
Again, their meeting hadn't gone very well either.
"Why are you following me again?"
"I'm not. We just happened to be going in the same direction. And besides, I'm going to kill my neighbours." Whistling innocently, Haruto stared at her and found that she looked just like a beautiful and benevolent angel with her black and red hair and strangely calm expression… then she adjusted the scythe that was on her shoulder, destroying her image entirely.
"Do I want to know why?" He sighed, having already expected it.
"Do you?" She inquired, doing her best to annoy him.
"Nevermi—" She cut him off before he could say anymore. "Well, if you must know," He sighed again, "I'm pretty sure they knew that mama and I were abused but didn't do jack shit about it." She lifted her recently stitched hand and made a so-so gesture.
"'Pretty'sure?" He asked unconvinced, "Perhaps you just want to kill them for fun?"
"Well, there's that," she pointed out, admitting one of the many reasons she had returned to Yugakure. "But they are kinda old, like 'ancient' old. I'd like to see the look on their faces when they open their door and come face to face with the Grim Reaper." She grinned as she brought her hood up, covering her eyes and nose from the shadow and leaving only a cruel smile in place.
"Okay, I get bonus points if they get a heart attack and die on the spot."
"I'm not going to play this game with you."
"Aren't you?" Haruto did his best, refraining from swinging his fist into Ruby's face. Suddenly, with Ruby around, it felt like it was going to be a very long day.