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Third Person


Some part of Suigetsu will always crave violence. His fingers itch with it, his pulse pounds in his ears, his lips stretch back over his sharp, pointed teeth—he vaguely remembers standing in front of a mirror, strung out on some drug or another (Orochimaru never bothered to tell him what was in the syringes), thinking it was a great idea to put the file in his mouth. Because how many cage fighters had shark teeth? Of course, when his high wore off there was blood in his mouth and blood in the sink and the file had somehow wound up in the toilet and God he clearly remembers how much Orochimaru bitched…

But Suigetsu had those shark teeth. All he needed to do was smirk in his opponent’s direction and the unfortunate schmuck would recoil, sometimes a lot, sometimes a little. Didn’t matter to Suigetsu—the recoil, no matter the size, made everything worth it.

He rarely loses his fights, though he does on occasion. And it’s always close. He always leaves his conqueror with a parting gift (those teeth are meant for more than just intimidation).

After Mangetsu died, Suigetsu used the fights as an outlet. Every punch, every kick, every bite and tear and bruise and black eye and puffy lip and pulpy, messy meat sack (that’s what they looked like, when he was finished with them) was an affirmation that Suigetsu was alive and his brother was dead, dead, dead.

The word repeats over and over and over in his head until he leaves the cage. Still does, even if he’s fighting for himself now. Fighting for the thrill, fighting to ignore the way his body craves a hit of those nameless drugs, fighting because that’s just what he does.

And then he goes back to the apartment he shares with the guy who saved him from the life he revisits—aspects of it, anyway. He goes back and Sasuke complains (new complaints, old complaints, they pile up like paper on a desk) and Suigetsu shucks his clothes off and throws them wherever since he’s not one for propriety. He takes a shower and he drinks water and eats yogurt or Jell-O or whatever crap Sasuke made for dinner. They take shots at each other but theirs is an easy camaraderie (built up over time, of course).

This is his life, the kid from the harbor town who was born to be a fisherman but chose a different path.

He ends his days with a swim, slices through the water like a shark.

The teeth, you know, the teeth.


Other Notes:

-He chews on his lip, even with those sharp teeth.
-Every now and again, his hands will tremble. Unfortunate side effect of the drugs.
-Lightning freaks him out. A lot.
-His glasses are purely aesthetic. He wears them when he’s in the mood.
-He has a sword collection.
-His favorite foods are Jell-O and yogurt. His least favorite is dried cuttlefish.


Any Questions: Nope!