Iron Will drabble (2015-11-08)

Once, back when the Freedom Fighters were just a group of six kids–before the Forest Faction ever became a thought in your mind–you worked with Longshot. Gui had spotted a platoon of Fire Nation soldiers camping not too far from an Earth aligned village. There was no disagreement–the village would be destroyed if you didn’t kill the soldiers that night. But done poorly, if it wasn’t quickly or stealthily or throroughly, all it would take was one survivor, one messenger bird, for a larger force to be sent.

Normally, you partnered with Gui, but normally you were not planning massacres. For this, Gui was not deadly enough, and, surprisingly, neither was Jet. The other four would form a perimeter, a fall-back to prevent any escapees, but for the main force it would be you and Longshot.

“The heart, the throat, maybe the brain via the eye if you think you can,” you listed to him, knowing his perfect accuracy was normally used to avoid lethal hits. But, again, this was not normal.

He nodded, solemn, and you looked away from the brief shudder that rolled through him.

In the dark, moonless night, you crept through a camp of Fire Nation soldiers and slit the throats of eight sleeping men. After number eight, they began to wake up.

At the end of it all, your count increased to fourteen. It’s larger than Longshot’s seven, and the others’ collective four, but you had experience with literal blood on your hands. The others–except maybe Gui–did not.

You stand in silence next to Longshot as he stared at his arrows–heart, throat, brain, and one in a messenger bird one soldier had tried to send off. When he turned to you, something dark and sickened in his eyes, you did not need words to know that he never wanted to work with you again.

A/N: Tiny Iron Will thing. Trying to get a grasp on the different Freedom Fighters and how they would interact with Tetsuki–figure out why she doesn’t mesh well with them.

And, considering my experience with trying to figure out TenTen of Naruto… perfect accuracy ought to mean perfectly deadly. But if you don’t want to be deadly then it can be almost a curse.

I dunno, I don’t think I really got Longshot down, but this was just something I considered.