Deadly Love
She was called 'the deadly wind'
She was an assassin,
Moving soundless with the wind
Often calm and gentle
But mostly harsh, brisk
And utterly lethal
Nobody knew who she was
Nobody knew where she came from
Nobody knew how she killed
And nobody knew why she let him live.
All but one
He was called 'The man of the Shadows'
His face held no emotion,
Forever covered in shadow
He was a complete mystery to the world
Cold outside
Darkness inside
Nobody knew who he was
Nobody knew where he came from
Nobody knew why was so cold
And nobody knew how he had survived.
All but one
How they met, one could only guess
How they fell in love, one could never know
She was a deadly wind
He was a man of shadows
She would scream and shout,
cutting through him like blades.
He would stand tall
Not with sadness
Not with hatred
With love
She was the wind pushing him forward
He was her shadow, ever standing close by
A name and a picture
That's all she needed
That's all it took
With just a name and a picture
She could track anyone
She could kill anyone
But…
Nobody knew his face
Nobody knew his name
Next assignment:
Name: unknown, referred to as Man of the Shadows
Age: unknown
Picture: unknown
Special features: unknown
She sighed. This was going to be one hell of a mission
People feared him.
His sense of logic outranked his sense of emotion, by far
They said he'd lost his humanity
He knew of her existence
He knew her reputation
Many of his peers had already fallen under her hands.
He knew she was lethal
When he found the miniature fan on his desk he knew she was coming
He sighed. This was going to be troublesome
"You're quite remarkable ... you know that
And here I thought you'de be some skinny, pale chick with an obsesion with weapons. But to find a beautiful woman ...
I have to admit, I'm quite shocked."
"How did you find me?"
"You're not that hard to find. you're reputation exeeds yourself.
But I must confess, I was expecting a tall, muscular man in his forties.
And here I find a boy."
They met
They fell in love
Clothes were torn to shreds
Bloody faces
Scarred limbs
Arms wrapped around each other.
They died in an embrace
Bathing in blood
Buried in a nameless grave
Their epitaph: Two unknown lovers
and the words 'The thing to fear most, is fear itself'
A.N.
This is a small experimental ShikaTema fic I wrote a long time ago.
I just recently found the courage to post it.
There's not really a story behind it, it's more about creating an atmospere.
I hope you like it.
I don't really want to beg for reviews, but I would like some feedback. I'm a bit insecure at the moment about the things I write so any feedback can help.
Even if you think it's terrible, please tell me.
By the way, this story hasn't been beta'd, so please ignore the mistakes ^^