Purple Stain

a fanfiction by kinokokichigai

/to fingerpaint is not a sin/i put my middle finger in/your motley blood is what i win/i'm in your house now let me spin/

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As she flips through the air, I can only stare. I had found it. Her porcelain skin, her fluttering eyelashes that surrounded her passionate eyes as her chest heaved, her tongue licking her dry lips. The ultimate piece of art, living and breathing before my eyes.

Well, I'll be damned. Perfection in a glance, and I knew I had to have her. The mouths on my hands licked their own lips in anticipation, then spat out tiny balls of clay that went rolling in her direction. I begin my plan.

You know, you're a dream. Sasori would have loved to make a puppet out of you, un.

Her emerald eyes narrow, and I'm still taken aback by her beauty. But not so much that I don't keep working.

Now me, eh, not so much. Art…it's fleeting, ya? Not something that's supposed stay.

The pink hair sways in the dry wind as I step towards her. The balls are only inches from her now.

But come on! You're even more beautiful than Itachi-danna, un!

Unnoticeable explosions around her feet, and now she's trapped in my clay. Some of it crawls down her throat, and her eyes are frightened. She can't move, and now I'm right next to her.

I can see why the Kyuubi Boy loves you, little tree. But you can't move, so just wait one second.

And of course, I'm a man, so I can't resist giving her one kiss, my mouth pressing not-so-gently against hers. Okay, so she ends up with her clothing off, and I'm studying her body like the statue in Venice.

My fingers trace gently over a nipple, and she whimpers as the rosy flesh tightens. Angry tears run down her face.

Un…no no no! Don't cry…it ruins you, ya?

I press her body against mine, feeling her hot skin on my hands, and then run my hands through her hair. If I could take her to the base and study her, I would, but I can't. Her soft breasts are pressing up against my chest, and I tuck my face into the crook of her neck.

You're a piece of art, little tree.

I kiss her gently now, my hands moving down towards her waist and beyond. Her beautiful eyes widen, and the clay choking her vocal cords begins to tremble as my fingers slip into her, one by one. My fingers come out wet and glistening, and I raise an eyebrow.

Do you love it, or do you hate it, my Madonna? I think it may be both, ya.

My ministrations continue, and the clay nearly comes off of her vocal cords. I quicken my pace, and she gives up, tears running down her face as her eyes shut tightly.

Don't hate yourself, tree. Just fall into it…un.

I finish, bringing my fingers to my mouth for a taste. Her eyes are more hate-filled now than they ever have been before. They're still beautiful, the green disgust filling my soul with something altogether unwholesome.

Okay, I'm done, un.

I toss her clothes towards her, and disappear, making sure I'm a good five miles or so away by the time I release my jutsu on her. The tree I'm on sways slightly in the wind as I zoom in on her, and on the Kyuubi Boy racing towards her. He stares at her, then they hug each other. He helps her with her clothes, then both look straight in my direction.

Art…

Now they're close to me, 100 meters and closing. Her beautiful self is hurtling towards me, killing intent clear on her face. My hands form into the familiar seals.

It's fleeting.

The clay in her body explodes, her along with it. The Kyuubi Boy stops, and looks disbelievingly at where she just stood.

Life's a bang, isn't it, Weeping Willow?

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I do not condone anything that I have written here.