.:Eternity/Letters:.

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-Amber/Penguin-

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There she stood, kunai in hand, aiming and ready. With a flick of her wrist, the kunai flew through the air, landing in the center of a small target attached to a tree. He watched as she continued to train, sweat dripping down her forehead and dirt covering her clothes.

Despite himself, he thought she was pretty. He was well aware this was the same girl who had almost killed him, but he couldn't help but admire her for her strength and beauty. A small smirk tugged at his lips as he continued to watch her, hiding just out of sight.

She was too focused on her training to notice he was there. Kunai flew and shuriken spun through the air as she pushed herself harder and harder, determined to be something better than she was. Disgusted at her current state, she wiped the sweat from her brow with the back of her hand and brushed some of the dirt off of her clothes. It was as she turned to throw another kunai at her target that she noticed him.

There he was, leaning back against the trunk of a large tree, his cloak blowing in the breeze, along with his crimson hair. A smirk was plastered on his somewhat pale face, and his blood-colored eyes sparkled with mischief.

He stepped out from his spot behind the tree, still smirking. Without any hurry he walked over to her, watching her eyes sparkle with fear. He snickered to himself, amused by her sudden change in attitude. Her once firm grip on the kunai she held was now slipping. Her hand shook like a leaf hanging off a tree.

She took a hesitant step backwards, almost losing her footing in the process, but managing to re-gain it in time to step just out of reach of the man in front of her. She wanted to turn and run, but feared turning her back on him for even a second. As he stepped toward her, she stepped back, until her back hit the kunai that still remained in the target she'd been using for practice. Reaching behind her, she pulled the kunai out and slashed it out in front of her. She immediately noticed the crimson coloring against his skin.

Blood dripped from his wrist and down his hand. It dripped from the tips of his fingers like water dripping from a faucet. He drew his hand upwards and examined his wrist. The wound she'd inflicted wasn't deep, but it was far from being a small scratch. Reaching out his blood-covered hand, he brushed it across her face, leaving a smear of red.

She winced as she felt the crimson liquid smear across her cheek. Disgusted and angry, she opened her eyes and glared at him, reaching up to wipe the blood from her face. The blood she'd wiped from her face seeped through her glove to her own skin. Tearing off the glove, she dropped it to the ground.

All he could do was smile. He loved the way the crimson contrasted against her skin, and the way her beautiful green eyes narrowed into an ugly expression of hatred. He watched as she bit into her own lip, as if to awaken herself from a bad dream, and blood dripped from the corner of her mouth. He held her chin as he leaned forward, carefully licking away the blood that dripped from her mouth.

Her hands thrust forward against his chest in a vain effort to push him away. He was much stronger than she, so the effort she put into pushing him away was useless. She watched him laugh as he pulled back, examining her face, which twisted into an expression of anger.

Wrenching the kunai from her hand, he trailed the metal across her cheek, and watched as she tried to pull away. He let the blade graze her skin lightly, leaving a small red line which began to drip with blood. The sweat from her head dripped down her face and over the cut, causing it to sting. Wincing at the sudden pain, she swung her hand forward and felt yet another stinging sensation as her palm connected with his face.

He reached up and touched his stinging face, and narrowed his eyes at her, but didn't let the smirk leave his lips. He simply laughed again and searched her eyes for some expression other than anger. He got what he was looking for when her eyes softened, just a bit, to reveal a confused expression, as if she wanted to know what he was there for.

He brushed his clean hand against her cheek, and leaned forward, placing a quick kiss on her lips. As he pulled away, she managed to stutter out what she'd been waiting to ask:

"What do you want?"

His smirk turned into an open smile as he leaned forward and whispered his answer.

"An eternity with you."

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-Penguin/Punk-