Title: Inexcusable
Fandom: Naruto
Characters: Neji, Konan, brief mentions of Pein, Konan/Neji
Word Count: 518
Rating: PG
Warning/s: Aside from the sheer crack of the pairing? None.
Summary: "But deep inside, she knew that it was inexcusable how she had given in to that urge,"
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto nor do I profit from bending the characters to my every whim and having them do what I want.
Notes: A PWP especially for Judo, the most awesome Neji I've ever had the pleasure of "doing business" with, and trial run for that log.
It was completely beyond her what had compelled such an action that bordered on absurdity - if it cannot be considered ridiculous in itself. Insignificant, little events in her day-to-day life only deserved to be buried under dusty memories that held more importance, except this was not an insignificant, little event and it held as much worth as the first time her eyes had seen salvation in the form of a boy in an orphanage amidst all the jeering catcalls and the fading bruises she imagined she could still feel.
In retrospect, any excuse that would be formulated to justify the situation would simply be something she would force herself into believing to give sufficient amount of reason to her actions. But deep inside, she knew that it was inexcusable how she had given in to that urge, how she had let those carefully crafted strings of control to loosen, how she could feel that dead thing that was once a heart surge back to life with that one contact.
Later on, she would punish herself. But for the moment, she would feel.
The last time she had touched him, the encounter had not ended favorably. His life was very nearly put in danger and she owed it to herself to keep him away from that which he did not deserve to experience at his age. At the thought, she laughed bitterly to herself. If she had so sworn to keep from him such things that turned men into mere creatures, now was certainly not the time to start subjecting him to a taste of it.
As literal as the expression could be taken.
She sat still, letting him do whatever he pleased as his lips moved against her experimentally. Her eyes had remained open, albeit half-lidded, as he had leaned forward and that delicious friction commenced. Months ago, she would have shot him as soon as he had made any indication that he was moving towards her. But she found out that the most she wanted at this point was to bring back that humanity she had deserted once upon a long time ago (when most of her morals had been inadvertently thrown away to make way for the ideals of a man who was now gone). Her fingers curled on her lap but she refused to reach out and hold onto anything of his that would prove this was not some hallucination her mind had conjured in its slow yet steady descent towards madness. (Because she knew she was a few doors away from the blissful abandonment of all rationality; it was not a surprise, everything she had lived for up to this point had been tossed and thrown away).
In that limbo of the lost, she had found him - he who was also alone. Like her. But they were two completely different people who had completely different ideals that clashed in every sense. Their only future consisted of utter, undeniable failure.
Konan almost smiled.
Then let us make the most out of this, shall we?