#66 Lipstick
He looked down at her, the trail of blood from her mouth as she coughed once more, flinching from pain. He grabbed her chin roughly and he knew it hurt, but couldn't help smearing the blood on her lips with his thumb, making her cringe and he knew it hurt.
What a lovely shade of red.
What a contrast against her perfect pale skin.
She squirmed beneath his touch and he wanted to make it hurt more…
He tasted metallic and the green tea she had earlier, he tasted her tears and the moan that hided in her throat.
"Neji-nii-san…"
Because in the end it was her who always hurt him.
