Title: Kyuushuu
By: Midnight Unicorn
A/N: based on two character from an RP I'm in called Kyuushuu.
Disclaimer: Naruto belongs to Kishimoto. Hasumi Miharu belongs to Michishige Sachiko. Akimoto Takumi is actually mine!
Takumi watched over Miharu. That's what he did, that's all he allowed himself to do. When she slept and when she didn't, when she was hurt and when she laughed. He watched. He hated distractions, hated interruptions when he was watching Miharu, his Miharu.
That's how he thought of her. His. But she wasn't. Every time he saw her with anyone else, on a mission, another member of Kyuushuu, buying food for them, he was reminded that she wasn't his. So he kept them hidden away in the forests in his hut, his home until she couldn't bear the solitude anymore or she needed some poor unsuspecting victim to torture and let out her rage.
She seemed like such a happy girl, laughing and chattering, even hugging him impulsively and who was he to deny her that? But she had endured to much pain for it to be as pure as she seemed, as pure as she ought to be, as pure as he would make her if he could.
He made a poison once that could erase memories, with a side effect of vomiting. He could take away her nightmares which had kept her from sleeping well for long, long years. He'd made many variations on a sleeping mixture but she refused them all.
He was only good for poisons, after all.
Miharu was so beautiful, though, as she was, fractured and frayed at the seems but held together, a thin layer of rock over a molten current, waiting to break through. She ruptured so marvelously when she had a new plaything in hand. He would watch that, too, just to see the sadistic pleasure contorting her flawless features, perfect but for the dark circles under her soft brown eyes.
He could drown in those eyes….
But today would be different, he decided. Today he wouldn't just watch. Today he would tell her, he would touch her, and maybe, for once, she would see.
"Miharu-san." She turns to his voice, attentive to him with a sweet, beguiling smile that he adored. He had always appreciated good deception, but he wouldn't hide any longer. "Miharu-san, I want to tell you something."
"What is it Takumi?" she inquired in a light and carefree voice. She had acquired a new victim just yesterday and it had put her in an almost bubbly mood.
That all evaporated when he grasped her hand to make her body face him, and he felt her tense, try to pull free but he tightened his grip and she stopped. He did not loosen his hold immediately, but then soothed his thumb on the back of her hand.
She held her breath when he lifted his free hand to touch her face, stroking her pale cheek. Were shinobi allowed to have skin so soft? "I love you Miharu-san. I would do anything for you." He leaned forward and kissed her chastely once and she did not respond. Her eyes were dead when he met them again, but he wasn't going to stop now. "I love you and I'm never going to let you go."
He kissed her again, more harshly, a sliver of the passion and intensity he had bottled inside forcing itself into that limited contact as he pulled her body against his and she yielded, reciprocating the kiss hesitantly. He felt her begin to tremble and pulled back guiltily.
Emerald green eyes met tear-filled mahogany before he felt a ripping pain in his gut. He stumbled back, staring down at the wound in his stomach. The blood was black, his liver was opened, he felt the burn of the contents of his intestines poisoning his organs. It was a fatal wound.
Takumi looked up at her again, no surprise in his bloodless face as his knees buckled. She caught him so he did not hit the ground too hard. She wasn't laughing. She was crying. Takumi watched that too until he saw no more.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. "He said the same thing."
She lifted the bloody kunai to her throat and plunged it in.