when you see the poison.
Summary: Got prompted by ivy_tsuta
Prompt: Minato/Karin. when you see the poison.
Warnings: semi-explicit, wierd. XD
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She saw him, hovering, like a faint cloak, around the blond as she was carried around by the Copy Nin.
That night she crept close to the Jinchuuriki's tent and said, on a breathful of chakra-formed words to the chakra-being, Why are you here?
I'm waiting, the imprint of chakra and memory replied, it tilted what formed it's head towards her, and smiled, You have her hair.
She tossed her head irritably, So what? What are you waiting for?
You have her *hair*, the thing that was left of a man said to her, and drifted close close close, sliding his cheek, insubstantial, against her head.
I'm not her, she pointed out, an eyebrow raised. Whoever she is.
You have, his eyes, they were... they were like he was missing half his soul, her hair. Chakra petted the back of her head, then stroked her neck, an uncomfortable disturbance against her own; she shivers. The hand drifted down, caressing, then just cupped around her ass and drew up and down and up the line of her crack. Do you have her hair down here, too?
She thought for two seconds about saying 'No'; but, goddammit, Sasuke just refuses to put out and her own hand was getting old. So she replied, Why, do you want to see?
Laughter, That's how she would've replied too, and solidified laughter slid it's way into her clothes.
(Later, she only regrets that she could never have bragging rights about sleeping with Konoha's Yondaime.)
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AN: old response, reposting for prosperity