title: Luxuria
summary: The lustful eyes, the poisoned sword, and the lovely flower. The string is entwined and then severed.
pairing: Madara/Sakura/Sasori, Madara/Sakura, Sasori/Sakura. Mostly implied though, no names are given. Only descriptions.
genre: Poetry, Drama, Romance, Angst
AU?: Yes, yes it is
inspiration: VENOMANIA Kou no Kyouki (The Madness of Lord Venomania), a VOCALOID song sung by Gakupo (with Miku, Luka, Gumi, Meiko, and Kaito)
warning: This is a free verse poem. So, no rhyming or real pattern. Kind of dark, a few mature themes, and character death. OOCness and kinda-sorta crack :3
disclaimer: Naruto and its characters rightfully belong to Masashi Kishimoto. All quotes/lyrics used belong to their respectful owner. I own nothing but the plot and possible OCs used.
dedication: Lady Avaritia. Kind of a congrats on reaching 100 freaking fics and a thanks for being so great :) Hope you like it Lady; you write such beautiful things, I hope this can compare!
notes: This is part of my Spring Spectacular as well as a gift for Lady Avaritia! A not-so-little poem (technically three in one) based on the song mentioned above. I've been dying to write something to it but I couldn't bring myself to make a full-on oneshot. So, I went with a poem :)
If you've heard the original song and seen the vid that goes with it, you can guess what happens. Plots the same as the song, but a few adjustments and changes here and there.
Kinda nervous, but here we go!
Hope you like it Lady!
Enjoy! See you at the bottom :)
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Luxuria
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好色な目
Koushoku na me
The Lustful Eyes
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Eyes open
A twisted deal
No longer could he remember
Who?
How?
When?
The answers escaped his mind
But, it mattered naught
He possessed powerful, haunting eyes
(Lustful and entrancing and dangerous)
A striking red that ensnared his prey
Crimson with charcoal flecks
A bloody red that one could feel, following them, as they pass by
He couldn't remember how he'd come to possess these eyes
But, it didn't matter
He didn't care
He didn't care for much anymore
No, now he only cared for beautiful things
Ah, many a beautiful lady had felt the chill of his lustful eyes
How they had squirmed!
Glancing over their shoulders, only to finally meet his gaze
And then, they were caught
His (lovely, terrifying) eyes had a power all their own
Just one look – that was all it took
And the beautiful woman was his
How they all loved him once they were under his spell!
The feeling was one he would never miss
(Heavy breathes and sweat and blood, mingling together)
How he loved his beautiful toys
The harem he had created
It was always growing
But it was kept secret
His beautiful things hidden away from prying eyes
Deep in his home
Had other people known
Had his secret harem been found
He would most surely have been killed
Arrested, executed for his (beautiful, beautiful) crime
But, he didn't care
He only cared for beautiful things
Ah! What a beauty he had found
Strolling through the garden
Delicately smelling the pretty blooms
A flower amongst flowers
Transcending their beauty with her own
Hair like petals
Eyes like foliage
A living, breathing flower
Flora personified
His mind was instantly made up
He approached her
Bowing low
Long, ash-black hair cascading over his shoulders
She said she was waiting for someone
She hadn't looked at him
Shyly hiding behind a rose bush
A lovely blush dusting her cheeks
His heart flared with jealousy
Who?
What man could make her smile so?
It didn't matter
His mind was made up
She turned away
He caught her wrist
One look was all it took
She stared into those haunting eyes
And the trap was set
The cage closed
She was his
(Mine)
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美しい花
Utsukushii hana
The Lovely Flower
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A disorderly tangle of thoughts
Shallow breathing
Sheen of sweat, coating two bodies
Limbs entwined
Ah, his flower was so sweet
Her smiles, her sighs, her (beautiful, sinful) body
They were all his
She was all his
Ah! Luxuria
The sweet sin of lust
How it fills his eyes
His flower is so sweet
So innocent
So lovely
So...delicious
Soft touches, gentle kisses
His beautiful toys are not concerned
His attention may be focused entirely on the flower
But that is only for now
They've all been the favorite at one point
They simply share the limelight
Or so they think
He can feel their bond
Growing
Pulsing
Threading through her soul and around his
A string of fate
He was sure of it
This was meant to be
She was meant to be
His, that is
The sheets tangle around their legs
Her silky dress tossed into some dark corner
As all the other scandalous outfits have been – will be
Laying forgotten
Pointless
Even once they adorn her body
They are soon removed
A chuckle
A laugh
A sigh
They embrace
Emerald and crimson mingling
Sparks flying
Much like a Christmas Eve
Ah, his flower is the only gift he needs
One he'll always enjoy unwrapping
He nuzzles her neck
Kisses the soft skin
Breathing in her scent
Ah! So sweet a smell
Caressing her skin
Hips rolling
Breathing heavy
He enjoys these moments
His flower does as well, it seems
Arms wrapped around his neck
She sighs in contentment
She knows
Simply by the look in his eyes
His lustful, scarlet eyes
She is his
And she always would be
(My love)
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毒の剣
Doku no ken
The Poisoned Sword
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A calm evening
Quiet and peaceful
The door opened
A woman came to him
He did not recognize her
But she seemed familiar
Perhaps he had passed her on the streets?
His eyes had caught her without him knowing?
No matter
The woman was lovely
Golden hair cascading in waves
Light brown eyes
Gazing at him from under half-fallen lids
Delicate lashes
A spark of something more
Contempt?
Anger?
He didn't notice
A confident smile at her lips
Amused by some unknown joke?
Corners twitch
Threatening to move downwards
Apathy
Anxious
Hidden behind a calm face
He welcomed her with open arms
Embracing the woman
His mind already traveled to his flower
He yearned to see her smile
(His, only his)
Ah! How coy
Thinking of one woman while embracing another
Sweet luxuria
How it toys with him
Shoulders tense
A sharp pain
A burning sensation in his chest
A gasp
Eyes wide, he looked down at the woman in shock
She stepped back
Nonchalant eyes hardening
Smile transforming into an expression of determination
A calm frown, encaging anger
His chest burned
Red appeared
A shout
A scream
There, in her hand
Horror shines in his eyes
A slender sword
Vicious purple coating the blade
Venomous liquid dripping from the tip
Hidden in her skirts
She'd stowed the sword
Striking when his guard was down
A crash
Hurried footsteps
He fell to his knees, a hand held to his chest
Precious blood seeping through his fingers
A violet poison mixing with the scarlet
The woman reaches up
And transforms before his eyes
A flutter of cloth
A wig falls to the floor
Delicate, feminine face becomes lean and refined
A ferocious glare pierces him
Dress thrown aside
Cloak held in hand
The golden-haired woman is gone
And, in her place
Stands a man haloed in crimson
Dressed in light riding clothes
The color of night
Red feathery hair
Victorious fawn eyes
So that's why she – he had seemed familiar
Just a glimpse
That moment so many days ago
When he had first caught his flower
Plucked from the hands of this man
A passing face
Shocked eyes
Transformed to rage
A silent promise
He hadn't noticed
Hadn't known
But now...
The footsteps grow louder
The spell has been broken
One by one
His beautiful toys appeared
Faces full of fright and confusion
As they run through the open door
Escaping into the night
Not one of them stopped
Or even paused
To glance his way
He falls fully to the floor
Lying helplessly on his belly
Red soaking his once elegant clothing
His body burned
His chest ached
His flower appeared
Delight and relief filled the swordsman's eyes
Recognition and love in hers
He ran to her
And she to him
They embraced
Faces full of love and relieved smiles
Happy tears running down their cheeks
His own crimson eyes filled with unshed tears of sorrow and pain
Another sharp pain in his chest
But not from any weapon
His heart broke – breaks – is breaking
A stream of red
Then a puddle
A sea
A bed of blood
He lies in his own essence
Purple mingling with the red
He reaches out for his flower
The last of his energy and will spent
But, she is turning away
Leaving with her crimson-savior
The Lovely Flower escapes
With the man who possesses The Poisoned Sword
Arm wrapped around her protectively
Cloak thrown over her shoulders
Hiding her scantily-clad body
The once Lustful Eyes dim
His dying heart yearns for her smile
Just once more
His wish granted?
The flower turns her head
Petal hair brushing her cheek
She glances back
Only once
Only for a moment
She sends him a sad smile
Emerald eyes glistening with mixed emotions
Regret
Pity
Sadness
Relief
Joy
Love?
For him?
How he wished so
And then she looks to the swordsman
Her crimson lover
His heart aches
Will faltering
But, it doesn't matter
The spell is broken
The contract torn
The String severed
A tug at his chest
Then a void feeling
His house is empty
The beautiful toys gone
His lovely flower with another
His time is up
But wait!
He thinks to himself
Desperation
Still reaching for the flower
Lips moving
But the words mere whispers
Barely there
I...
Pink and green played before his scarlet eyes
I have not yet told you...
Breath stalls
Skin pales
Eyes dim
The door closes
The remnants of the heartstring flutter in the dead air
That...I love you
Eyes close
(My flower)
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文字列は切断され
Moji retsu ha setsudan sa re
The String is Severed
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notes: About twelve pages. I'm really proud of this :) And I really enjoyed writing this!
On a side note...
I'M SO SORRY FOR KILLING YOU MADARA D:
I'll make it up to him though, I promise. Some of the other oneshots ahead will have happier MadaSaku moments :)
Probably the most angst I've written before. I don't like killing characters off D:
But, ohoho! Implied lemon!
I feel the need to explain why I chose who I chose for the roles. I could easily imagine Madara in Gakupo's place. I mean, he's so charismatic. Charming a few ladies should be easy-peasy for him! And as I listened to the song the umpteenth time, I just kept picturing him! As for Sakura, well, I guess I don't really have a reason. If I'm writing Madara, Sakura has to be there with him :3 And Sasori, well, Kaito actually reminds me of him and the fact that he was using a poisoned sword practically screamed Sasori to me. And SasoSaku is my favorite pairing :D
Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed this! Especially you Lady!
Speaking of, you guys should go check out Lady Avaritia's stories. They're pretty short, but well worth the read. And she definitely deserves the love. 100+ freakin' fics, I salute you madam.
More Spectacular things to come!
Make some smiles people :)
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