Bekota- Hey guys! So here is a little one shot I came up with in class. I had an assignment that I had to do and it was short stories. So yea I kind of changed a few things cuz I didn't need my teacher reading the end. Ha-ha! (#^-^#)
Murusaki- Yea her pervy side kicked in during class! She is such a naughty girl no?
Bekota- Saki shut the fuck up! *Hits her with a baseball bat* Hope you Enjoy the Story!
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She was gorgeous. Her hair a dark violet midnight like his. It was like a black waterfall cascading down her back.
The way she fought was graceful yet deadly. It was, like a dark dance for his eyes to see only.
The way her legs pushed her from one dead body, to the next soon to be dead body.
Her eyes were huge and beautiful just like the rest of her. They were like little moons put on earth only for him.
Her smile was what he always looked forward to seeing. Her laugh like little bells chiming with a little tune.
Her skin, like porcelain.
Pale beautiful porcelain.
Even with the scar he gave her all those years ago when he first met her.
She was still beautiful.
When they made love the first time, and even now only he could make her scream the way she does.
Forever he will be the only one doing so.
She was HIS.
HIS dark yet light filled angel.
HIS best friend.
HIS first. (A.N: LOL sorry to interrupt but 'His First' If you know what I mean *wiggles eyebrows up and down*)
HIS beautiful pale porcelain doll.
HIS loving wife.
And forever she will be HIS.
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He was handsome.
His eyes like dark pools that she could swim in forever.
His hair black as midnight.
The spikes in the back untamable.
His fighting powerful with the brute precision he uses.
The ways he makes sure they die in an instant. He has no time to play.
Pale beautiful skin just like hers is what he had. Those scattered with scars that told of his journey while under the influence of Orichomaru.
The way his skin glowed in the moonlight giving him an unearthly features, with his dark eyes and hair in contrast to his pale skin.
His toned arms were only one of the many things she loved about him. How they held so much power, yet gentleness when it came to touching or holding her.
His smirk when she did something amusing or knowing. The way it would be there like how a seesaw would. That was what she loved the most about him. His lips and velvet voice. The way he would kiss her passionately when they made love.
Yes LOVE.
His deep velvet voice moaning and groaning out her name, for her name was and will always be the only name he moans. She loved him, everything about him.
He was HERS.
Her dark prince.
HER best friend.
HER first.
Her handsome unearthly figure.
HER cold, but loving husband. And forever he will be HERS.
Forever they will be EACHOTHERS.
Bekota-SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! What did you guys think?! I hope you guys liked this story because really its just a little something of what I would like to do in the future. Please give me some criticism, Helpful or not all will be appreciated. So please review in the box below! Favorite also while you can!
Murusaki- Yea you might want to review or else she won't give you cookies! DE be shom good cookies!
~Bekota OUT!
