"The Artist's View"

DeiIno

We're interrupted by the heat of the sun
Trying to prevent what's already begun
You're just a body
I can smell your skin
And when I feel it, you're wearing thin

He'd been at it for a while now. Just gazing at her face, scrutinizing it, almost. She sat frozen as she couldn't pull up a single real reaction. He could see the lingering fear in her eyes; it'd only been a few days since she'd become theirs, after all. It made sense, that she would still have that fear, and would probably have it for quite some time.

To be honest, he hadn't a single desire to hurt her. All he wanted was the truth. There was something about her, he couldn't explain: perhaps it'd been the azure hue in her eyes, the way she wore her blonde hair in almost the same way he did. He didn't know, really. But she'd captured him in a way he couldn't understand.

She was beautiful.

And for the first time in his life, his own perspectives on beauty, true beauty, had been challenged. For the first time…he'd caught himself admiring something that he didn't want to pass by in a fleeting instant. He'd wanted to hold on to this beauty.

Ever so gently, he traced his fingers over her lips, her cheeks, the bridge of her nose. He continued to stare into that pure blue. He brushed back the blonde hair of hers he'd taken down from its usual look. He said nothing. Once she continued to only stare back, frozen, he trailed his fingers down her shoulders, brushing over her soft skin. Earlier, he'd removed her clothes, left only bandages covering the more sacred parts of such a body.

He didn't want to frighten her too badly. Because his intentions were merely to discover why she did the things she did to him. And while she'd pitched quite a little fight at first, she remained still now.

Though, it didn't take much at all to see that she was still afraid.

He paused a moment before letting his hands breeze slowly back up, to her shoulders again; the tongues, he kept hidden away for now. God, she was beautiful. He'd seen plenty of beautiful women in his days, but none as mesmerizing as she. Was he truly so vain, as to have to find one as eerily reminiscent of himself, to feel like this?

The thought brought a small smirk to him. He felt the body under his hands flinch, such a small reaction, however, that he was surprised even he'd noticed. But nevertheless, he hesitantly, and finally brought his lips closer, centimeters from hers, feeling the proximity, but not closing the deal yet. Honestly, he'd rather wait for a time when she'd be willing to kiss him back.

"It's okay," he softly told her. "You're safe…for now."

Why don't you be the artist, and make me out of clay?
Why don't you be the writer, and decide the words I say?
'Cause I'd rather pretend
I'll still be there at the end
Only it's too hard to ask... won't you try to help me?

Song: "The Writer" by Ellie Goulding.

I must say, DeiIno is probably my favorite Akatsuki crack pairing.(: I might even rewrite this, from Ino's perspective, for a future shot!

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