Fukitsu awakened to a smell most foul, like flesh was rotting and blood was left flowing to its own devices. As she regained consciousness, she found herself in a cell. Looking around were many others; Each of them a prisoner having been taken by Orochimaru and Kabuto. As she gripped onto the bars, she kneeled down, still trying to process her sister's death. She felt mentally weak, and the pungent aromas weren't helping at all. Walking over to the nearby toilet, she ducked her head over the bowl, vomiting from the intense smells. As she finished, she was almost tempted to take a deep breath, but the smell prevented her from doing so and only invoked more feelings of nausea. Not wanting to throw up again, she held herself down, forcefully swallowing the vomit that tried to make its way up.
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| - Fukitsu awakened to a smell most foul, like flesh was rotting and blood was left flowing to its own devices. As she regained consciousness, she found herself in a cell. Looking around were many others; Each of them a prisoner having been taken by Orochimaru and Kabuto. As she gripped onto the bars, she kneeled down, still trying to process her sister's death. She felt mentally weak, and the pungent aromas weren't helping at all. Walking over to the nearby toilet, she ducked her head over the bowl, vomiting from the intense smells. As she finished, she was almost tempted to take a deep breath, but the smell prevented her from doing so and only invoked more feelings of nausea. Not wanting to throw up again, she held herself down, forcefully swallowing the vomit that tried to make its way up.
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| - Fukitsu awakened to a smell most foul, like flesh was rotting and blood was left flowing to its own devices. As she regained consciousness, she found herself in a cell. Looking around were many others; Each of them a prisoner having been taken by Orochimaru and Kabuto. As she gripped onto the bars, she kneeled down, still trying to process her sister's death. She felt mentally weak, and the pungent aromas weren't helping at all. Walking over to the nearby toilet, she ducked her head over the bowl, vomiting from the intense smells. As she finished, she was almost tempted to take a deep breath, but the smell prevented her from doing so and only invoked more feelings of nausea. Not wanting to throw up again, she held herself down, forcefully swallowing the vomit that tried to make its way up.
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