Crimson Rose
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CHAPTER ONE:
GONE
The large room fills with sounds of crinkling as she creates a rose out of something simple and dead, paper. She sighs when she is done and holds the ornate flower up to inspect. Her amber eyes search each fold, and her hand surges chakra around it, feeling for a mistake, but there is none.
As usual, the creation is absolutely flawless. Smiling, she lays it on the desk and looks out the window at the night sky. It seems different, for tonight, the sky is rainless.
But only for tonight, because tonight will be like no other.
He should be back soon, she tells herself. I wonder what the surprise is.
She'll wait for him, even if he never returns, she'll be there, sitting on the bed, gazing at the stars. Her mind travels back to the moment she convinced him to take a break.
She knocks on his door, a gentle rap, not wanting to disturb him in the heavy concentration needed to finish the mounds of paperwork.
"Come in, my angel."
She smiles to herself. He always knows when it's her. She takes a seat by his desk and watches him intently as he scribbles in his neat handwriting on the paper.
"Is something wrong?" He sets his pen aside a moment later and faces her. When she doesn't answer, he prods her with reassuring words, "You can always tell me when something's not right. I won't be angry, no matter what. Now please tell me, what's bothering you?"
Her porcelain cheeks turn a light shade of pink and she whispers, "I…I think you need a rest from everything. From the Akatsuki-"
"No." His stern reply interrupts her and she meets his gaze with a look of shock, even though she spent hours preparing herself for a simple 'no'. His voice softens after realizing his tone and when he speaks again, he sounds like an uncertain child, "I-I can't…"
"Please. Just one night."
"I can't, not when we're so close to capturing all the Bi-juu. Besides, if I leave, who will take over for the while? Deidara will blow up the office. Sasori would have been a good choice, but he's…you know…dead. Hidan will probably use this place as a room for his rituals and get blood all over everything. Kakuzu will steal all the money from here and use it for his own desires. Kisame will flood the place. Itachi can barely see anymore. Zetsu's away scouting out new hideouts and watching battles. Tobi…I'm not even going to go to that topic. Who else is there?"
"There's me."
He gives her a look, "Wherever I'm going, you're going too. You should know that. It's nothing without my angel by my side." He pulls her into his lap and places a gentle kiss on her cheek.
"Just one night, please. It won't do us any harm." She is begging now. He really needs the rest, even if it's only for one night. She bends her head back gracefully and sucks on the upper part of his neck, swiping her tongue across the square of his jaw. "I know you want it. Just one night."
"Please…don't do this to me…."
Her reply is a knowing gaze. She always gets her way with him. Always.
Her thoughts are interrupted by a knock on the door. She smiles, it must be him. She's very excited, and forgets to check for the person's chakra as she walks to the wooden entrance. Tonight will be perfect. The perfection shall start now, at last. The wait has been far too long.
And she opens the door.
:~:
He clutches the bouquet of white roses to his heart, and gazes up at the night sky. The stars twinkle in the darkness and sparkle their reflections in the swirls of his Rinnegan eyes.
She's right again, he thinks. I really do need a rest.
Holding that thought, he walks through the streets with long, smooth strides. The people cast him cowardly glances, and he knows why. Before them stands the impeccable leader, who is known for his merciless disposition, but now, all he's holding is a delicate bouquet of snow-white roses. His black Akatsuki cloak flaps in the breeze, patterned with the crimson clouds of death as he meanders down the streets. His swirling eyes glare at the path ahead of him, daring anyone to cross it, and no one does. Each one of his jet-black piercings contrasts heavily to his pale skin and glitters in the porcelain moonlight. His orange hair, now auburn in the night, is slightly ruffled by his slashed Amegakure forehead protector. Altogether, he knows he looks superior, because he is what he is.
God.
His mind wanders, and he tries to imagine what will happen when he reaches the luxurious skyscraper they are staying at. But it's much too impossible, for he cannot imagine something that contains even the smallest strip of pleasure. His cold heart forbids the action. He tries again, fixing his gaze on the starlit heavens above. However, his concentration slips when he walks past a stranger, and this person catches his attention. He turns his Rinnegan tainted eyes to the peculiar man. Time seems to slow down as the auburn-haired god studies the stranger. His dry hair looks as if it's losing color. It's an ash-like mess, held out of his face by a mere string. His young, yet intelligent face makes him look older, there is no doubt he has had more experience than most people his age. His glasses glimmer in the moonlight, and he brings up a finger to push them up higher on his nose. Under the lens of the glasses, he possesses ebony eyes, so dark, they are simply black holes in his face. Beneath them, his slim mouth is twisted into a crooked smirk. The man's features seem extremely familiar. For he is Kabuto, a subordinate of the snake-like shinobi, Orochimaru. But that doesn't bother the auburn-haired leader, something else does. For the boy's chakra carries a whiff of his angel's, and on his shoulder, sits a single strand of blue hair. Other than that, the gray-haired one is unflawed. So, he lets the awkwardness slide, his partner isn't weak, she'll be able to defend herself if anyone attacks her. But who will? She is an angel. And she won't let such a boy bother her in any way. He walks on.
When he reaches the hotel, something doesn't seem right. The aura around it feels wrong, but he lets that flaw slide as well, for tonight shall be flawless, a night of perfection. He looks down at the bouquet clutched in his slender hands, and takes in the sweet scent of the white roses.
She'll love them. He tells himself knowingly, and walks to their assigned room with silent, smooth steps. He reaches out, and takes a hold of the doorknob.
But when he opens the door, everything has gone wrong. The perfect night is shattered before him.
The chairs are overturned, mirrors have fallen, clattered to pieces along with other glassware, and her once lively origami papers lay motionless on the ground. He extends his chakra in search of his beloved partner's, but finds nothing. He can see something dripping down the wall, and he turns his head to look.
Good-bye.
It's there, written in blood, sliding down the once ivory wall, dripping. Just dripping. He walks over, and breathes in the scent of the red liquid. It's her's. It really is. His angel's blood. And it's all over the room, but he didn't see it before. Splatters of dark red blood, everywhere, and he drops the bouquet of snow-white roses. When he looks down, they are soaked in crimson. The once-white roses drip with a dark, red liquid as he picks them up. His eyes scan the room once more, and he wants to call out to her. Wants to force an answer out of the air, wishing this was all a nightmare. Even if he knows this is far too real. But he says it.
"Konan?"
He waits, and there is no answer.
The roses leave his grasp once more, and this time, he leaves them. Lets them wither until they are nothing but a red, rotting pile. He surges chakra around for anything out of place and finds nothing he wants. But he knows who has done this. In his mind, there's one word ringing. Banging in his skull. Kabuto. The boy did this, all of this. For who? For Orochimaru, of course. He shattered the night that was supposed to be perfect. He has taken his beautiful angel. How, though? God's angel has no weakness. But what's done is done. Now, he only has his mind set on two things.
Konan.
And revenge.
He turns around abruptly, fury burning in his chest. He will get revenge. And when God has his mind set on revenge, the victim has nothing left. Except death. He walks out in bold steps. When he leaves the hotel, the clear, rainless sky is gone. Rain is pouring now. His newly found wrath is uncontrollable. Danger will come. He walks into the rain, the swirls of his Rinnegan holding the glimmer of death.
And there will be a storm like never before.
:~:
Everything is darkness. There's not a thing left in the world around her. She's barely conscious, but her mind gives her one order. Get out of here. Out of this hell. She tries to summon her chakra, but instead, winces at the pain it inflicts.
This won't work, she thinks. The boy has blocked everything. I can't summon any chakra.
Slowly, the darkness fades and she finds herself laying on a bed. Where is she? Her question is partly answered when she sees the gray-haired boy sitting next to her, reading a scroll.
"You're awake." He comments without looking up. She frowns, and tries to summon her chakra once again, but fails. Only to leave her to wince at the pain that shoots throughout her bloody body. The boy chuckles, "I blocked your chakra passages. Ninjutsu won't work anymore. You can't do genjutsu, and from the conditions of your body, I know you're not in shape for taijutsu. There's no use trying to fight now. Better start doing as I say…or you'll be dead." He seems to know her a little too well.
She hates him. Or more important, herself. She hates herself. Hates herself for losing to a boy. For ruining the perfect night. There's a sound outside, and she turns her head to look out the window. She knows right away that he must have found out. Pein knows. The new knowledge isn't helping either of them. He's furious, and there is a storm. She needs to calm him down before he does anything out of anger. The blue-haired angel walks to the window and throws open the shutters. Kabuto gives her a curious look, but she continues. Her arm stretches outward, until she is touching the rain. Caressing it in her palm, then bringing it to her lips. Kisses it softly, before returning it to the storm once again. She holds it out, knowing it is Pein's rain. The falling drops softens at her touch. She cups her hand, catching a few droplets in her palm. Her hand goes to her lips, and she parts them to drink. The cool liquid slides down her throat, giving her energy and pleasure. Her arms stretches out for more. The rain grows loving, falling on her hand gently and softly. She smiles for a while, until an arm grabs her ragged cloak and tugs her aside. Kabuto throws the shutters shut, and she can't see the rain anymore. He shoves her around, making her face a black-haired man.
"Orochimaru-sama." He gives a slight bow.
The man smirks, his snake eyes glinting mischievously as he spoke, "Ah, nice choice, Kabuto. I've heard that she's a persistent one, but nothing a little editing can't fix. God's angel…she'll be worth a great price. So, what's your name?"
She glares at him, but answers quietly, "Konan."
"Beautiful." He licks his lips hungrily. She shivers, hating the word as it slips out of his mouth. It sounds dirty on his tongue. She remembers when Pein had told her she was beautiful. It had sounded like heaven when the word escaped his lips. It was so light and gentle, like a rose. But on the snake-shinobi's tongue, the word twisted into something dark, like death. "Come, Konan."
She doesn't move until the gray-haired boy pushes her forward. Gritting her teeth, she grudgingly forces her feet to step in front of one another. The snake shinobi stops at a table weighed down by the many jars full of mysterious liquids. He reaches for a red one, but stops when Kabuto interrupts, "Orochimaru-sama, it's not that one. It's the jar with the blue liquid. Here." He holds out a glass tube filled with the color of blue.
The man frowns at the thought of making a mistake, but takes the tube from the boy anyway. He pulls off the cork and hands it to Konan. "Drink."
She shakes her head, taking a step back to bring more space between the somewhat dangerous-looking liquid and herself, but only proceeds to be taken into Kabuto's arms. He locks her in his grasp and takes a step forward. Orochimaru forces her mouth open and pours it in, running a hand down her neck to make her swallow. The bitter slime slides down her throat ever so slowly, a torturous gag. She knows it's over when the boy lets go of her. Only to leave her falling to the floor, coughing with her hands around her throat. The horrible taste is still evident in her mouth when she begins to tremble. A hand grabs her arm and injects a needle into her skin, followed by another drug. It's only seconds later when her shaking suddenly stops and she looks up to meet two smug faces. Arms haul her up and push her down into a chair.
"Konan. Listen. Do as we say. If you don't, I'll activate the drug again and you'll be shivering from the cold. The only way to stop trembling is to find something warm, but we'll be keeping that out of your way." Kabuto tells her, slowly, allowing his words to linger in the air. "Oh, and be nice to the customers. They're paying tons of yen for you."
She could swear she heard Orochimaru hiss under his breath, "Not for you, but more likely for your body. And their pleasure."
She's still recovering from shock when hands grab her arms and toss her into a dark room. She hears the swing of the door as it shuts, followed by the loud click of the lock. It's all darkness. And silence. But then the light patter of rain becomes audible to her ears. She turns her head to the pleasant sound. A small light can be seen. She automatically knows what's there. A porch.
With a tired sigh, she limps over to the light, and gently pushes the glass doors open, letting her feet take her into the rain. At once, she's comforted. She looks up into the rain, but does not cry. The sweet rain falls into her slightly opened mouth to wash away the remaining bitter tastes of the drug. Looking back down, she reaches a hand out, over the side of the porch rail, but redraws it quickly when something tingly meets her skin. A chakra wall, made to keep the victim prisoner. There's no way out of this hell.
But at least there is rain. A rain that belongs to God.
Then, she hears his voice call her name.
:~:
Even through his anger, his rain still manages to pick up the familiar chakra scents of those special to him. He knows one chakra signature better than all the others.
Konan's, of course.
Her chakra signature is the only one that his rain picks up when there's a ton of in mixed in the village. But all he feels is a hand. A simple hand, fingers outstretched. But there is one question running through his mind. Is it really her? He calms down, making the rain soften along with his inner emotions. Yes, it's his angel. It's her hand.
The hand cups, making the raindrops form a puddle in her small palm. The small hand withdraws from the rain. Then, the feeling of something soft presses against the liquid. Her lips? Is she kissing his rain? Suddenly, it's there again - her hand. Her gentle, delicate hand. She's telling him where she is.
He closes his eyes, concentrating on searching for her whereabouts. Only a few seconds have passed before he locates her. She is a little south from where he is standing. He will have to search for her exact location once he's gotten closer. But he noticed one thing - her hand is gone. Disappeared completely, so suddenly. Gritting his teeth, he jumps from rooftop to rooftop, towards where her chakra was. When he thinks that he's close enough, he stops, perched on a dark, wet roof. It's there again. Her chakra. This time, it's her entire body. She's so close.
He turns his head to the left, feeling a pull in that direction. He sees her. Only a house away, standing on a porch, looking up into the rain. He jumps to the roof of the house in front of hers, relieved that he has finally found his dear angel. Her face is blood-stained. Her once clean cloak is now ragged and torn. Her skin, once as smooth as glass and as soft as silk, is now marked with cuts. He watches her, speechless, as she reaches a hand out over the rail, but withdraws it when something flashes a shocking blue. There's a chakra wall. It's the only thing that is keeping him from gathering her into his arms, whispering soothing words, and comforting her as he gently wipes away the blood staining her once porcelain face.
"Konan." He calls her name, loud enough for her ears to catch. She looks up, meeting his eyes with a relieved expression. Her lips part to say his name. He fights a smile back, longing to hear his angel's beautiful voice once again. But before she makes a sound, the door behind her opens, and a pair of arms grab her by the shoulders, pulling her in. But the large, wooden entrance has barely shut.
When he hears her scream.
(A/N) I'm officially done with the first chapter! It's taken me so long T_T Please review! (:
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