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Her smile was pure. Her wings were white. Light radiated off of her. Her smile was apparent. She was an angel sent to save an innocent soul.
The wind brushed past her as she soared down. Her dainty feet touched the ground. Her wings folded and disappeared from sight. Her white gown flowed down, settling along her curves.
The man was young and his heart was slowing. She walked over to him.
The moon illuminated her face, "Come, it is time," she whispered holding her hand out to him. He looked at her dazedly, his surprise ran across his face like a comet. Her laugh tinkled, "No, I am not a dream, I am here for real!" She touched his cheek with one hand, "now come with me."
He nodded dumbly and closed his eyes leaning in towards her touch. She smiled as she collected another soul.
How easy!
Clap. Clap. Clap.
She turned around, in shock, her eyes wide.
No one was supposed to be here. The time was right. She stood in the time in which humans froze, and it was she who had been assigned to take the soul.
She met the palest skin, the blackest eyes, the hauntingly beautiful face-the face that put all men to shame.
"So beautiful," she whispered in an inaudible tone. Her eyes searched him for answers. The katana hung at his back; his black trousers fell to his ankles, hugging them; he wore a vest, the color not seen. He was flawless.
It must have been minutes before he spoke.
"It is mine," he nodded towards the body and advanced towards her. His sheer being was intimidating. She took a step back as he took one forward.
The soul of the body looked at her confused, reaching out to poke her arm. She turned her head at the touch, "Oh…" Now was not the time to cower back. She had done no wrong.
"Who are you?" she stepped in front of the soul, shielding it from the creature. Her emerald eyes flashed dangerously. No human could see her, nor did he bear the white robe of an angel, and though she would rather kill then admit it, she was curious.
He stopped in his track and leaned against the wall, passing his eyes over her-his eyes trailed over the form of her pale hair, scanned over her body, blinking in a breathtakingly manner, and stopped to stare into her eyes.
She felt herself flush at the burning trail of his eyes and closed her eyes ignoring the curiosity of the soul ("What is going on!"). She took a deep breath and opened her eyes, the green was more striking than ever. "I shall repeat myself once more, who are you?" she spoke cautiously.
She did not let herself flinch this time as his eyes bore into hers.
He pushed himself against the solid wood, smirking, "That does not matter, what matters is…you have my soul, and I want it back," he stepped in front of her, body so close she could feel the cold aura radiating off of him. She felt his breath fan her face and she tilted her head up to look directly at him. It was amazing, hie eyes were, they spoke wonders and yet they spoke nothing. She couldn't keep her eyes on his. They were too much.
"Whatever it is you are, I cannot comply to your demand; the soul belongs in the heavens."
He stepped into the moonlight. She was aghast. He bore the markings of a human, she heard the steady beating of his heart, felt the blood running through his body, she saw him breathe, "Are you human?" Her mind racked through spells to cast to cause memory loss. The soul gripped her arm in a bruising grasp. She shook her arm out of its grasp. She was curious; what kind of human was he to be able to see an angel?
He chuckled heavily and his eyes pierced her; she saw red and with a gasp she fell to the ground.
The soul of the human went through hell. Light streaked through him like a sword. He was being punished.
The days and nights were long, he remained in pain. Sleep would not come to him; food was not given; the air was hot. He regretted the past sins.
His eyes turned from blue to dark and he rose his head ready to take a part in the underworldl
It had been a month since the incident and Sakura could not forget the dark eyes pouring into her very soul. He had entered her dreams. The breath she took to fulfill the human characteristic left in her, smelled of him. He messed with her mind.
Her master had been infuriated with the loss of the soul, and she had been sent to retrieve it after the punishment of clipped wings.
She flew down the same way she had done before.
Her foot landed on the very same grass, she sensed for the essence of that creature, who had taken the soul from her very hands. "defluo" she whispered underneath her breath and her being disappeared from any mystical creature within sight. She dropped to her knees and felt the grass searching for an essence of her lost soul, Yuki.
Her hands glowed red, trying to find the clue. Her pink eyebrows furrowed in concentration. Her lips formed a small frown as nothing came up. She sighed and stood up. She bent to brush the dirt off her knees.
"Well, well, well, we meet again."
She turned around swiftly and met darkness, "Who's there?!" There was no answer, only silence awaited her. No one could see her, "invenio phasma phasmatis" she muttered so quietly.
There was that chuckle again and then a pause. Cautiously, she turned in a circle, alert, ready to attack, "You cannot find me with that spell," the deep voice taunted.
There was a whoosh of air and she felt it behind from behind. She heard the steady beat of a heart and gasped-this could not be possible. She felt cold metal at her throat. Defeated in a heartbeat, she dropped her hands to the side and stood still, "What is it you want? Why is it you can see me?"
"Now, now, let's not get hasty; it is I who has you in my command is it not? I shall do the asking," she stiffened when she felt the metal press against her skin. Annoyance flared through her body at his impertinence, but the weapon pressing against her stopped her from back lashing.
He allowed slight pressure into her back, "Come," he steered her in the direction of the forest. Blackness consumed her. She felt the glimmer of light inside of her fade.
Step after step, she took, not knowing how long it was they walked, only that, time had not passed since the very beginning of the meeting. She felt no change in time. The obvious tick and tock of the land's time was not heard. The quiet was unbearable.
"Where is the soul? I have come to retrieve it," her voice rang out, shaken. He was too close, much closer than any member of the opposite sex has stood. His chest pushed against her back with every inhalation and the warm air hitting her hair sent shivers up her back.
"It is beyond saving, you will be of no use." His voice was pleasant as he spoke those awful words. She felt her throat tighten as her heart dropped with impending fear.
"What is it you mean?" she questioned.
"Exactly what I said." His amusement did not entertain her at all and she fell quiet.
Her foot stepped on a branch, and her eyes watched in slow motion as her foot pressed against the wood, making it snap.
She kept her eyes alert, looking for signs of recognition, she met none.
"Where are you taking me?" She felt him shrug.
"I have no idea, I do not know where we are," the twinkle of enjoyment did not fascinate her at all. She thought quick. Whirling on him, she grabbed the hand resting on the katana and forced the hand holding the hilt of the katana at his neck. The weight of her body pressed into his as she pushed him against the tree. The back of her concience took notice of how perfectly her body fit into his. Her free hand splayed against his chest, pushing him back into the wood.
"Do not test me, I am in no mood to play your games, now answer me, where are we?" He was the target of her anger and she faltered when she did not see the fear in his eyes.
"Did you not hear me the first time?" His voice was kept emotionless and she saw truth written all over his eyes. She glared at him pressing the katana closer to his neck.
"I. do. not. know." What? His voice came from behind. She looked over her shoulders and saw him standing there with a kunai pointed at the small of her back. She looked back and saw that the katana held in her hand was still pinning the body. Confusion was written all over her body.
Which one was real? How could she have been caught in an illusion? She sliced the kunai across his neck. It had to be the real one; she could see a flicker of an emotion.
Poof!
No… it was not. She felt herself forced against the tree. She turned her face to the side and her mind wandered to the contours of the body that was pressing hers inch for inch. "What are you doing?" she whimpered. His mouth skimmed the shoulder where her strap had fallen.
"You tell me," his mouth moved towards her neck and she let out a noise of pleasure. How could she feel this way when the man had just tried to kill her.
"S-Stop!" She tried to control her sanity, tried to control her feelings, tried to remember who she was and what she stood for. She was pure; had to stay pure!
"Hm?" He wasn't doing anything now, but his hands ran up and down hers. She shivered delightfully, her body betraying her actions. Never had any male up there made her feel this way. It was delightful in a sinful way knowing that a stranger was making her react.
She had dreamt about this and finally she found it happening for real. Her heart was in bliss but her mind was in turmoil.
He rotated her body so she stood in front of him. Her face was one of purity and goodness, but her eyes had darkened to a deadly sin.
Lust.
How could she resist him when he stood there, cocky and arrogant? Handsome and beautiful? Dangerous?
His lips met hers, demanding and forceful. She let her own passion spill out. Her hands grabbed the back of his neck, fisting against his hair. She felt his teeth pull at her lower lip and she opened her mouth for him.
What was she doing?
She had lost all sense of her being and she couldn't find the remote feeling in her to stop. She had the chance to stop, but she didn't. What was this feeling? It was the promise of danger.
Her white robe came off, revealing the untouched skin. She lay on her back, against the grass panting, watching as his shirt was lifted revealing the pale toned chest. She leaned up against one elbow and with the other, ran her hand down his chest.
His eyes watched her every move. They roamed her body slowly. She felt a blush stain her cheeks as his hand touched her breasts. She turned her head, not wanting to see the dark abyss. With his forefingers he turned her head back and found her lips. She moaned lightly as his cold hands brushed against her sensitive chest. Her nipples puckered and she chuckled lightly in embarrassment.
His mouth formed a small smirk and he lowered his head from her mouth to latch onto one breast. He placed a soft kiss against it and laughed quietly when she let out a half hearted, pathetic excuse of a protest when his hand lowered to circle her belly. She knew what was next and raised her hips lightly to meet his touch. She sighed and grasped his shoulders.
There was a pause and she heard the soft rustling of the rest of the clothes being shed. She blushed again at the sight of him-all naked. She was taught to be ashamed of seeing the nakedness of a man, but when he pressed against her center, she found herself to care less about what she was taught.
He pushed and with a sharp cry Sakura clamped her lips against his, holding him tight, eyes squeezed in concentration.
He remained still, stroking her hair. Time stood still, nothing moved as she unified herself with a complete stranger, the very same one who stole her soul.
Yuki...she had forgotten about him.
He moved gradually and she gasped at the size of him. He was well endowed-even with her little knowledge of the male anatomy she could tell.
The stakes rose higher and she felt heat build up in her belly.
Her hands gripped his back; her nails creating small crescents. She opened her eyes to see his eyes closed in concentration, his expression almost calm. He felt her eyes on his and his too opened. He was dangerous, she saw, but something deep inside his look, she saw something much stronger than what he was outside. She lost trail of her thought.
The pleasure was too much and she felt the muscles inside her tighten. Her legs pulled him closer to her. His stroke was deeper and faster.
She moaned, arching her back, pressing her chest impossibly close to his. The fire burst and she released his hold on him, falling back to the grass with a soft thud. Her inner muscles were relentless and with a last cry, he came, he spilled inside of her.
He kept his body above hers with what little strength he had before rolling of and laying next to her.
She turned her head and watched the profile of him as he watched the stars frozen in place.
"Who are you?"
He looked at her with a small smirk, "Uchiha Sasuke."
Anybody want to look over this one for me??
Did you like it? Shall I continue?
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