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AN: It was so very hard trying to get inside Mugen's head. I hope I managed.
Tear You Apart
by Lolita Cake
It's not her eyes, the way he can't get them out of his mind.
It's not her hair, the way his fingers itch to stroke it, to tuck loose strands behind her ear.
It's not her nagging, the way she goes on and on until he has to rein in the impulse to slap her.
(And maybe kiss her afterwards, soothing the pain with his lips, tenderly grazing the red imprint of his hand on her cheek).
It's not her body, the way it appeals to him even though he likes curvy women with big boobs, something she definitely isn't.
It's not her tendency to get into trouble, the way his blood boils and murderous rage clouds his vision when he thinks about some bastard laying filthy hands on her.
It's her goddamn innocence. The way she finds pleasure in the smallest, stupidest things. Like a sunny day or a hot bath or a butterfly landing on the tip of her nose.
(Her dainty little upturned nose, which he longs to teasingly pinch, except they never tease; they argue and shout and hurl deliberately hurtful words at each other).
The way she always sees the good in people and goes out of her way to help strangers.
The way she sometimes looks like a little girl, especially when she's curled up asleep, the way he's tempted to hold her and shelter her from the harshness of the real world.
(And do other things besides, and she's so young--- practically still a kid, for crying out loud--- that he feels like a dirty pedophile).
It's her fucking purity. The way she reminds him of what he never had, the way she makes him wish, desperately, to be something other than what he is, to be something she deserves.
The way he wants to corrupt her, taint her with messy kisses and rough caresses, dirty her up, make her moan and gasp and throw her head back and scream in wild abandon.
The way he feels like scum for wanting that.
He has it so bad. It pisses him off.
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