This a fanfic about my OC, Sayuri, and C. They're the pairing. But you knew that already, I assume. If not...now you know. I apologize in advance for it's length. I didn't mean for it to be so short. This is my fourth Naruto fanfic, I think. So please...go easy on me.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or its characters. Only this story and my OCs.
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She danced around him. The girl with the sun-hair and topaz eyes. Her skin so fair it would burn under the sun's rays. Similar to her younger sister's nearly flawless porcelain, but contrasted against her elder sister's light honey. Her name meant "lily"- a flower that meant "purity of heart", "majesty," and "honor." Her name was Sayuri.
And she was a unique individual, but not as unique as her younger sister with the lily white reputation whose name could mean either "smiling child" or "beautiful child," depending on the kanji, who could make even the coldest man smile with genuine warmth. But Sayuri was unique all the same.
Her eyes were emotionless yet sultry at the same time. Her lips, the color of rubies, so full and sinful yet concealed a sharp and biting, talented, tongue. Her face cold, unfeeling yet capable of showing emotion, of passion. Her legs pale and smooth, but able to deliver a powerful kick. Her Hands, softly, gently, calloused, were strong. Her arms, hidden beneath the sleeves of her kimono, even stronger. Her voice flat but pleasant. A truly beautiful specimen she was.
But even so, her beauty was dangerous. Her beauty could, and has, lure a man to his death. Has tricked him into dropping their guard just enough so that she could slit his throat. She was a beautiful, yet deadly assassin. One you cannot underestimate because it can cost you your life.
And yet she has a gentle side to her. Shown only to her sisters and her father and to the man she has taken as a lover.
Now, in a place known only to she within Kumogakure, she was dancing, garbed in a black kimono with white lily designs that barely reached her knees and long sleeves, wearing no sandals, with a rose-hued sash entwined around her body. She was dancing, and looked like an angel, ethereal even. Her topaz eyes were closed, the hint of a smile on her lips.
A few feet away from her was her lover. A young man with short, blond hair and dark eyes, garbed in a sleeveless black shirt and black pants with red and white shin guards and a pair of sandals. His flak jacket was right next to him. His name was C.
For all the things Sayuri meant to do, the one thing she hadn't was capture his heart or give hers to him. But unknowingly she had and he, in turn, gave his to her.
She was his and he was hers. And that's how it should be.
A/N: Okay. Good? Bad? Tell me what you think please! So...read and review! Also, tell me where and how I can improve and if you want more chapters of this or a sequel. Thanks for reading!