Suggested Listening:
You're Not Here-Akira Yamaoka/Mary Elizabeth McGlynn
I hate it when you do some of the things you do, though I suspect I would be sad if you didn't do them.
Like when you treat me like a pressed flower, brittle and delicate.
It makes me sick when you speak of him with adoration, even after all he's done to you and me.
(Especially you.)
My stomach flutters when you brush your eyelashes against my face, til you find my lips and lay a petal soft kiss there. I think after all this time you would have memorized where they are, and sometimes I get impatient-but I know you love it when I do.
You are the calm fire in the hearth, and I am the earthquake that shatters the earth into two. Often you have to follow me and pick up the pieces, but you don't mind. I miss the days of having to go back and putting everything back together again sometimes…but you can't perform heart surgery on yourself without making a mess.
I hate it when you win.
I know I am strong. I'm the strongest kunoichi in my generation, according to the bingo book, but you are one of the strongest shinobi of all doesn't make it better when you kiss the bruise on my face and say, "You almost got me." It just pours salt onto my wounded pride. I know you wouldn't spar with me anymore if I said one word about it, so I don't.
But I really do love you.
Sometimes it feels good to love and be loved, to be a person instead of a tool, a weapon. I love your warmth and your cold, I love your smiling, dirt covered face and your cold, white body after a shower.
You have never broken my heart or made me worry. You have never squeezed my arm until the bones splintered, or knocked me out with nothing but a thank you as a apology.
I love it when you do some of the things you do.
Maybe I just love you.
A/N: IzuSaku needs more awesomeness.