OroTsu (Modern Verse)~1~More Like This
Death was her devil. Tsunade leaned her head back against the brick of the building, lazily watching the street lights flicker out as dawn broke the horizon. She didn’t mind the long hours of her job or the stress that came with having lives in her hands… it was that damnable death though that masked reaper that could pick and chose at random. She hated him, and hated more that an hour ago she’d lost another to his cold embrace.
She rolled her eyes to the side and smirked. If the devil had an admirer, it was this man. “You should know; the kid I lost is hanging out in your freezer with the rest of the poor bastards you keep company with.”
Orochimaru ahhhed and reached into his pocket for his smokes. He didn’t mind his job. The human body was fascinating after all and all the ways those organs could and eventually would stop working even more so. He didn’t care if it made him morbid; the knowledge gained alon