AN: 9/100 fandoms written for.
In sleep, she looks so peaceful, so fragile. Lost in the world of dreams, Akito can almost pass for the innocent person she had once been before life had twisted her into a bitter shell.
Shigure trails his fingers gently over her bare collarbones. It never fails to amaze him how soft she is when she lays down her burdens and gives in. Gone are the men's clothes and the rough attitude. In their place is a frail creature, so lost, even if she doesn't know it.
He wonders how someone can go from this to a monster the moment her eyes open. How can gentle breathing be replaced so easily with venomous words? How can hands that are now reaching for him be the same hands that have hurt so many others?
He leans in and places a kiss to her cheek, just a barely there graze of lips upon flesh. She stirs at his touch, but she does not wake, and Shigure is grateful that he can cling to the illusion of peace for a little while longer.
