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Falling. He was falling. Small, wispy strands of his black and grey hair reached out in front of him as he descended. Droplets of blood falling in his wake. His blood.
What happened...? What went wrong?
A large grin followed after him as he watched the ministry's shinobi become smaller and smaller the farther he fell. Blood, Wolf's blood coated the bastard's katana.
Still falling... When will I hit the ground? The voice in his head questioned. He was supposed to come back to his master... Would he?
Searing pain lit up his back as he hit an outcrop of rock before he continued falling. His face scrunched up as he felt his wounds tear open even more. Still falling. Why was it taking so long?
Wolf didn't want to open his eyes. If he did he would see how much farther he had... He wanted this to last as long as possible. He didn't know if he would come back from this. His master was so far away, would the Resurrection blood's power reach him this far away? Would he stay dead or would he be able to return? Pain in his left arm continued to travel from his stub. A reminder his prosthetic arm had been torn away and destroyed.
What would Genichiro think about him dying like this? Would he call him pitiful? Weak? Who knew... Genichiro was gone.
Dead.
Murdered.
He willed his body to turn in air, so his back was facing the oncoming ground. More pain raced through his body, reminding him of the sword that had embedded itself in his chest, the shuriken that had made contact over and over.
His eyes opened on their own volition, beautiful gold eyes glimmered in the moonlight.
Beautiful, he thought before his body crashed through the roof of an old temple, the wood splintering around his body. Large pieces of wood impaled his abdomen and his right shoulder. He didn't have time to react to the searing pain as his body hit the dirt ground. His eyes fought to stay open as wood and dust fell around him.
He looked up, rays of moonlight falling on his broken form. His body was cradled in the aftermath of his wake, though mostly timber pieces of stone had fallen too.
He barely had enough sense to notice the large mass block out the moonlight. His eyes closing as arms, strong and long, moved under his shredded body. Under his knees and behind his broken back.
If he had any sense, he would have noticed the mass wasn't whole... Something was missing.
But then again... Wolf wasn't completely whole either.