This is the first Fanfiction I've ever written and posted, it's ongoing.. so.. bear with?
Pein was a harsh man, a man who was cold, his heart black, and his feelings non-existent. He showed nothing to anybody, never told anybody how he felt or acted on other people's feelings, just brushed them off as nothing.
However, Pein did care, he cared very much. He cared about a young woman, a young woman he spent his childhood with, a young woman whose hand he held when they were children and it rained constantly, water spilling down her white cheeks like tears, tears he couldn't bare to know he had caused. Everyday he had watched her grow older, mature, watched her make her way through countless boyfriends, each day his heart aching, but still he said nothing. Konan was oblivious to his love for her, there was no way for her to know, and Pein's pride was too great for him to tell her how he felt. Pein wanted her, wanted to hold her, protect her from the rain once more, hold her delicate hand in his and tell her everything would be okay. He couldn't do that now, he had built a wall around him, a wall that stopped everybody getting to him, everybody.
Konan had always liked Pein, there was something about him, something underlying, beyond his act of feeling nothing, she knew there was something beneath that; she knew he felt something. She wasn't quite sure from which day she loved him but she loved him. She dated other men to see his reaction but nothing, he showed nothing, and he never even took a second glance, just carried on with his work. She felt empty, every day just looking at him, wanting any reaction from him; anything. She cried at night, the sheets spread around her, sobs escaping from her lips, tearing through her body, her longing for him inescapable. She wanted to feel his body pressed against hers, his lips tracing her body, his tongue sliding into her mouth. She wanted him to trust her, she wanted his heart in exchange for hers, she wanted them to love each other. If Pein had known this, if Pein had known how she felt for him, how she had wanted him like he had wanted her, he wouldn't have done nothing, he would have at least tried to confess his feelings to her. He needed confirmation of her feelings before he could do anything about his own feelings, his pride blocking his only chance of happiness.
Pein and Konan shared a house, a small house near the Akatsuki lair with two bedrooms, one each, next to each other, the beds pushed against the adjoining wall. Pein heard Konan's sobs every night, heard every time she rolled restlessly, her sleep broken by nightmares, he heard each heartbreaking sob shake through her body but could do nothing, his brain telling him she was crying over her latest boyfriend. He wanted to hold her in his arms, kiss her head and wipe the tears from her eyes. He wanted to lie in her bed beside her and feel her body pressed against his, feel the need for him as she clutched at his body. He wanted to be there when she awoke from her nightmares, to comfort her and kiss her until she fell asleep again. He wanted to smell her light scent on him, feel her hair in his hands and hold her dainty face in his hands. He would lay awake at night, looking at the wall and he wanted to rip it down with his bare hands, even if it meant he lost everything else, he needed Konan. He would find it hard to breathe, knowing that Konan was only 15cm away from his body, his body that became rigid every time he saw her.
Konan too stared at the wall, tears wetting her delicate face, making it red and raw. The wall symbolised the barrier between her and Pein, the barrier that could not be crossed because neither of them could tear it down. Konan would cry until she could only just see, she would walk to the bathroom and throw up, food rising from her throat until only bile would come and still she would wretch, her longing for Pein unbearable.
Pein heard her every night, each time she threw up his heart was wrenched from his chest, he couldn't bear to hear her sob and throw up until she had nothing left. He felt the anger rise inside of him every time she gagged, he wanted to hurt the men for hurting her, for making her feel so sick, he wanted them dead.