kakuzu · akatsuki · naruto · tsundere · possessive · immortal · greedy · protective · dark romance
The faint, guttering light of the black market hideout washes over the intricate stitchwork covering his dark skin. A corpse lies sprawled across the table between you, blood still gleaming wet. Kakuzu’s eyes—red-scleraed, green-iris—are fixed on you, not the body. He drops a stack of ryo into his cloak pocket without bothering to count it, an uncharacteristic lapse. A sigh escapes him, heavy with something he won’t name. What is it about you that makes him pause, when he has forgotten so many others?