Chapter 41.2- One Thousand Hands

“You’re a fucking fool” She replied.

“Well, it’s our only shot out of here.”

“Our? You’d be dead. And what good would a mangekyou do for me?” She asked.

“I’d live on in you, obviously. In more ways than you think. And there’s a good chance that one off your mangekyou abilities lets you access enough power to hear yourself. Or even if it doesn’t then it might let you last long enough to survive till help arrives” He argued.

“You’re insane. Actually insane, Izuku. Why don’t you kill me then and do that?”

“One, I don’t have any hands that I can kill you with. And the truth is that I can’t imagine living with no hands.”

“Don’t be silly”

“I’m not. Would you tell me that you’d do it if you were in my place? Live without your hands- never able to use ninjutsu or fight again”

“Shori could make you a replacement. He’s been obsessed with those puppet things lately.” She pushed.

“And I’d channel chakra through it how? Let’s face it Uzume, I’m done. I burned bright and fast, made it to Jounin and everything but this is the end of the road for me. Just please allow my death to mean something” He could see that he was getting to her.

“Madara had the Mangekyou as well. A mangekyou would close the gap between you and Shori-“

“Shut up. Like I’d need borrowed power to be stronger than that arsehole. Shut up, Izuku. I won’t kill you.” She said.

“Please. Okay forget how much stronger it would make you. That doesn’t matter. It gives me a good death. Please allow me to die to someone worthy not a bastard from Suna who can’t even use ninjutsu.. This lets my death mean something. This allows my death to serve the village.”

“Fuck the village” She interrupted.

“Fine. Fuck Konoha. But we both know you care about Shori. If we both die here, we know there’s no chance that he survives without us.” He saw that this point of argument was getting at her.

“Think about it. Who would be there to prevent him from doing whatever silly thought crosses his mind? Who would be there to prevent the others- freeloaders that they are- from taking advantage of him? He needs us, and if he can’t have us both, then he should have at least one of us”

“There’s no guarantee that this works”

“It’s a gamble, and I’ve always been lucky” he told her with a chuckle. Finally her eyes met his. She was near chakra exhaustion- her sharingan had deactivated itself some time ago. He still have some left, enough for this, at least. His sharingan spun as he caught her in his grip. He crushed her resistance with savage intensity.