~AltHaru
The bile rised in her throat when her mother started spouting the truth-
(-lies. All lies-)
-about her mysteriously vanished twin brother.
She remembered his kind smile, never wavering, even if she picked on him, or told him off, or misbehaved.
She relished his large, warm tan hands rubbing soothing circles in the small of her back.
She craved to hear his raspy voice, silk to her longing ears,
relaxing her sore mind and body completely; vanquishing monster and shadows in
her everpresent nightmares, painting rain, stars, and thunder clouds in her dreams.
The walk back from the midnight market was short, and Sakura unloaded the grocery bags-
(-without her "mother's" help-)
-into the kitchen before rushing to her twins' old bedroom, flopping face first on the crisp lenin sheets-
(-she kept everything in his room tidy and clean-)
-saddened face lay on her brother's black pillowcase, remembering, desiring for-
(-his-)
-scent to come back, if only for a moment
Another chakra signature other than her own stiffened the lone cherry, her hand itching to grab a poison sen-
(-bon-)
-but she knew from her shishou's teachings, if you look sleep with an enemy near;
ACT LIKE YOU FUCKIN' SLEEP, DUMBASS!
Sakura was frightened when she felt the male nin-
(-you could always tell from how loud their footsteps echoes; though his was slightly louder than her's-)
-place a surprisingly cold palm on her exposed shoulder, nails, digging lighlty into her clamy creme skin. The chakra pulsing through the man flared quietsionablely, and Sakura slowly turned to see the only person she came to truely love.
Madara.
She leapt into his open, masculine arms, wrapping her own arms and legs around Madara's medium build waist, her red lips kissing, pearl white teeth nipping, eyes watering, salty raindrops rapidly running down his neck, shoulder, and chest, soaking his Akatsuki outer robe.
Sitting on semi-hard mattress, Sakura strattling him, Madara kissed her as gentle as he could, her lips honey as he tasted them, earning him a low, sultry moan from Sakura's end.
Her small hands found themselves trapped in Madara's thick, raven locks, twirling strand after strand as she lost herself in the lustful kiss, this wanting, sinful deliciously tempting kiss.
They broke apart for only the sweet felief of oxygen as it filled both of thier lungs, but it wasn't long before Sakura found Madara's throat agian, kissing, nipping, suckling.
The S-rank criminal shuddered in bliss, electrofing pleasure, from his sisters' actions, and he laid back, submissive to a very controlling pink hair goddess.
"Sakura,"
The faint snoring let the twins know they could whatever the hell they wanted; and get away with it. Madara hissed;
Sakura had managed to take-
(-rip-)
-off his cloak and had bit and twisted his perked pink nipple between her teeth through his long-sleeved mesh shirt.
Gripping her narrow shoulders, he pulled his sister back to face him, lightly planting a tender kiss on her suple lips.
The stared off:
Onyx and Emrald.
"I-I just want to hold you tonight..."
Mint eyes grew misty, a sweet, small, smile snagging the edges of her lips, and she nodded.
Two strong, loving, timid, criminal, precious arms wrapped around Sakura's waist once more, and she pulled Madara in, running her hands through his thick spikey tresses, waiting as his breath evened, her brother falling asleep.
Sakura, in turn, did nout follow her brother into sleep, instead she lay awake, watching, waiting, praying noe nightmares would overcome his unconcious thoughts.
The bloodred moon outside hid slightly behind angry grey rain clouds, teardrops tap-tap-tapping on his bedroom window, the heavens crying, their tears falling freely to the earth.
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Yeah, that's it =^^. Hope yu enjoyed it, RRR!
~AltHaru