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Kotaro opened his eyes, and sat upright, outside there were several crashes and suddenly his door crashed open, and a kunoichi stumbled in with what looked like a paper sword in her breast she collapsed convulsing as Konan stood over the corpse “you okay kiddo” she said helping Kotaro to his feet “yeah fine” he replied peeking into the hallway where Kisame was busy mutilating a ninja with his sword “um we seem to have some intruders” Kotaro stated

Konan smiled sweetly and stared back into the hall and smiled “friends of yours it would seem” she walked towards Kisame with Kotaro in tow “what!!! That’s not possible” he exclaimed angrily “for one I don’t have any friends secondly anyone who would waste the money or time to bring me back will just get damaged” he yelled
Brutally kicking a semi-conscious ninja in the throat as he walked away “where are you going” Konan yelled after him………..Kotaro stopped, turned his head and gave her possibly the scariest smile she had seen “Off to pick a fight” and stalked into the main hall.

After several screams he walked back towards Konan and Kisame blood flowing from his arms “Jashin damn it” he mumbled and collapsed into Konan’s arms breathing heavily “you were right” he groaned “they’re renegade ninja working for my parents” he mumbled pulling himself up and they’ve got a freaking S-rank ninja assigned to kill me no matter what” he charged back in with Konan and Kisame running after him, Kisame grinned at Konan “a crazy Jashinist if I ever saw one”

He charged into a mob of ninja all trying to get a hit on Kotaro and few of them were succeeding, but Kotaro had become blood-drunk and was throwing ninja into the air and pulverising them with his chakra fuelled punches.
One of the ninja had been thrown into the large C.D player hitting the play button and sending it into the pounding beats of Slipknots Psycosocial.

I did my time, and I want out!
So effusive-fade!
It doesn't cut, this soul is not so vibrant.
The reckoning, the sickening.
Packaging subversion.
Pseudo-sacrosanct perversion.
Go drill your deserts, go dig your graves!
Then fill your mouth with all the money you will save.
Sinking in, getting smaller again.
I’m done! It has begun, I'm not the only one!

Kisame sliced into the horde of ninja and was hacking them to pieces sending his water based sharks into there ranks.

And the reign will kill us all.
We throw ourselves against the wall.
But no-one else can see.
The preservation of the martyr in me.

Konan sent out paper knifes piercing the hearts of many

Psychosocial, Psychosocial, Psychosocial.
Psychosocial, Psychosocial, Psychosocial.

There are cracks on the road we lay.
But where the temple fell, the secrets have gone mad.
This is nothing new, but when we kill it all
The Hate was all we had!
Who needs another mess, we could start over.
Just look me in the eyes and say I'm wrong!
Now there's only emptiness, venomous, insipid
I think we're done; I'm not the only one!

Suddenly Kakuzu and Deidara launched into the fray slicing and blowing up men everywhere

And the reign will kill us all.
We throw ourselves against the wall.
But no-one else can see.
The preservation of the martyr in me.

Then Pein, Zetsu and Tobi joined in causing mayhem and destruction

Psychosocial, Psychosocial, Psychosocial.
Psychosocial, Psychosocial, Psychosocial.

The limits of the dead!
The limits of the dead!
The limits of the dead!

Fake anti-fascist lie, (Psychosocial)
I've tried to tell you, but (Psychosocial)
Your purple hearts are giving out. (Psychosocial)
Can't stop the killing idea. (Psychosocial)
If it's hunting season. (Psychosocial)
Is this what you want? (Psychosocial)
I'm not the only one!

And the rain will kill us all.
We Throw ourselves against the wall.
But no-one else can see.
The preservation of the martyr in me.

The limits of the dead!
The limits of the dead!
The limits of the dead!

Kotaro laughed hysterically and collapsed for the 3rd time

Everyone was silent

Then

“Think we should get insurance for this guy or what” Kakuzu mumbled mentally calculating how much it was gonna cost to repaint the hall and repair their beloved couch.

Description
Kotaro opened his eyes, and sat upright, outside there were several crashes and suddenly his door crashed open, and a kunoichi stumbled in with what looked like a paper sword in her breast she collapsed convulsing as Konan stood over the corpse “you okay kiddo” she said helping Kotaro to his feet “yeah fine” he replied peeking into the hallway where Kisame was busy mutilating a ninja with his sword “um we seem to have some intruders” Kotaro stated

Konan smiled sweetly and stared back into the hall and smiled “friends of yours it would seem” she walked towards Kisame with Kotaro in tow “what!!! That’s not possible” he exclaimed angrily “for one I don’t have any friends secondly anyone who would waste the money or time to bring me back will just get damaged” he yelled
Brutally kicking a semi-conscious ninja in the throat as he walked away “where are you going” Konan yelled after him………..Kotaro stopped, turned his head and gave her possibly the scariest smile she had seen “Off to pick a fight” and stalked into the main hall.

After several screams he walked back towards Konan and Kisame blood flowing from his arms “Jashin damn it” he mumbled and collapsed into Konan’s arms breathing heavily “you were right” he groaned “they’re renegade ninja working for my parents” he mumbled pulling himself up and they’ve got a freaking S-rank ninja assigned to kill me no matter what” he charged back in with Konan and Kisame running after him, Kisame grinned at Konan “a crazy Jashinist if I ever saw one”

He charged into a mob of ninja all trying to get a hit on Kotaro and few of them were succeeding, but Kotaro had become blood-drunk and was throwing ninja into the air and pulverising them with his chakra fuelled punches.
One of the ninja had been thrown into the large C.D player hitting the play button and sending it into the pounding beats of Slipknots Psycosocial.

I did my time, and I want out!
So effusive-fade!
It doesn't cut, this soul is not so vibrant.
The reckoning, the sickening.
Packaging subversion.
Pseudo-sacrosanct perversion.
Go drill your deserts, go dig your graves!
Then fill your mouth with all the money you will save.
Sinking in, getting smaller again.
I’m done! It has begun, I'm not the only one!

Kisame sliced into the horde of ninja and was hacking them to pieces sending his water based sharks into there ranks.

And the reign will kill us all.
We throw ourselves against the wall.
But no-one else can see.
The preservation of the martyr in me.

Konan sent out paper knifes piercing the hearts of many

Psychosocial, Psychosocial, Psychosocial.
Psychosocial, Psychosocial, Psychosocial.

There are cracks on the road we lay.
But where the temple fell, the secrets have gone mad.
This is nothing new, but when we kill it all
The Hate was all we had!
Who needs another mess, we could start over.
Just look me in the eyes and say I'm wrong!
Now there's only emptiness, venomous, insipid
I think we're done; I'm not the only one!

Suddenly Kakuzu and Deidara launched into the fray slicing and blowing up men everywhere

And the reign will kill us all.
We throw ourselves against the wall.
But no-one else can see.
The preservation of the martyr in me.

Then Pein, Zetsu and Tobi joined in causing mayhem and destruction

Psychosocial, Psychosocial, Psychosocial.
Psychosocial, Psychosocial, Psychosocial.

The limits of the dead!
The limits of the dead!
The limits of the dead!

Fake anti-fascist lie, (Psychosocial)
I've tried to tell you, but (Psychosocial)
Your purple hearts are giving out. (Psychosocial)
Can't stop the killing idea. (Psychosocial)
If it's hunting season. (Psychosocial)
Is this what you want? (Psychosocial)
I'm not the only one!

And the rain will kill us all.
We Throw ourselves against the wall.
But no-one else can see.
The preservation of the martyr in me.

The limits of the dead!
The limits of the dead!
The limits of the dead!

Kotaro laughed hysterically and collapsed for the 3rd time

Everyone was silent

Then

“Think we should get insurance for this guy or what” Kakuzu mumbled mentally calculating how much it was gonna cost to repaint the hall and repair their beloved couch.