I've seen quite a few of these in different fandoms around the site, and I thought I'd try my hand at something like this.
Also, I figure it's a good way to get my muse wheel up and spinning again.
Read and enjoy!
Strange
It seemed strange, that out of all people and given the preceding circumstances, that Botan found herself assigned with the task of ferrying Karasu's soul to his destined place in the afterlife. And yet, stranger still, as she stood outside the black iron gates that reeked of fire and death, watching him stride to meet his final destination, Botan had to exert all of her willpower to keep herself from calling out to him.
Scream
He loved it when she screamed. Pain, fear, ecstasy, no matter the emotion fueling them, her screams were the finest verbal vintage.
Purple
The deep royal purple of his eyes drew her to him, and the delicate lavender shade of hers were what made him stay.
Betrayal
Kurama said nothing. He didn't have to-the look in his eyes was enough to make Botan feel as if she'd betrayed him. However, try as she might, Botan could not feel one iota of sympathy for him.
Naïve
She knew Karasu was a border-line sociopath with a shriveled, black heart who would slaughter her mother just to marvel at the expression it brought to her face. Botan might have been a bit of a ditz, but she was not naïve.
Art
Only someone like Karasu could turn murder into an art form. With just a single strike, he could dye alabaster flesh the deepest crimson, and from there he would go on to lay scarlet tracks that swirled upon the ground in the most dazzling patterns.
Fugitive
Dodging bounty hunters, tiptoeing around assassins, and being forced to fight the people she once called friends had been a little taxing at first, but Karasu's presence made it worthwhile. As long as she could be by his side, Botan didn't mind spending the rest of her life on the run.
Lily
Innocence, chastity, purity, lilies represented a world in which Karasu could never partake-and that was what made it so enjoyable when he found this woman who behaved as if she were a lily made flesh. Finally, he could open the petals of that delicate, ivory flower and poison its very core.
Bullet
A bullet had ended Kurama's life as it had also ended Karasu's life-so it made sense she thought, raising the gun to her temple, that a bullet should end her life as well.
Darkness
They both had the same darkness inside them, Botan just hid hers better.
Insane
Out of all the patients at the asylum, Botan was by far the most interesting; like some bizarre nesting doll, she harbored disorder within disorder, her dissociative identity disorder branching off into psychosis in one personality and anti-social personality disorder in the other. Every time he approached her room he couldn't help but feel a shiver of delight race down his spine. He hoped she never regained her sanity, she was far too interesting to let go.
Break
The Spanish Bull, the rack, the iron pear-no matter what torture device he used on her, she refused to break.
Weak
He thought she was weak but the sight of her aiming her gun at him from the foot of his bed proved him so very wrong.
Worse
Who was worse? Him for slaughtering her friends, or her for letting him do it?
Evil
"Why do you stay beside me?"
"Why?" she chuckled, "it's simple Karasu." She cupped his face in her bloodstained hands and smiled, "Deep inside, I'm just as evil as you."
Thanks for reading! Bullet is a loose reference to a couple other fics I've done called Swallowing Cyanide and Applying Aconite. Weak is a direct reference to the latter.