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"You are a terrible person."
In response to that statement her teeth flashed in a makeshift attempt at sincerity. Her face had broken too often into a smirk to accommodate a smile. A shadow of mirth always hid in her expressions.
She took nothing seriously. She always knew more than the person she was talking to. She was always in control.
"But I love you, Hayato."
He stared back at her blankly. His expression hardly even registering the words.
"You're not usually like this, you know?"
"Why do you do this?"
She tried to smile again.
"Why do you let me?"
Hayama Hayato grimaced as she said those words.
"You know why I let you."
"I want you to say it yourself."
Sadism.
"I love you."
Emotional control.
"I love you too." She ran her finger delicately down his exposed chest.
Physical control. Hayato twitched for a split second then settled. A part of him wanted to resist.
"This sort of thing means nothing."
"Most fun things don't mean anything at all, Hayato."
Hedonism did look good on her. Lots of things looked good on her. That was at least a good portion of the trouble.
"You should take this sort of opportunity to let loose. After all, you aren't as nice as people seem to think, right?"
"You don't think that."
"Of course I don't. So this must be a valuable respite for you."
Lust, taboo, and distance from the everyday.
"At some point I may feel bitter enough to…" He let the sentence dangle. She smirked.
"If you want to, I don't mind it. You're cute Hayato, it would hardly affect my reputation."
He knew she was lying.
She knew he was bluffing.
It was a perceived stalemate of sorts, but to say she wasn't the dominant presence would be a flaw in judgement.
She controlled the situation simply because of her disposition.
"Then again, you aren't the sort of person willing to do something like that Hayato. What would my cute little sister think of you if that sort of thing got out?"
"What would she think of you?"
"That she was right about me all along. It would merely be a reinforcement of what she believes she already knows."
He knew she cared.
She knew he couldn't bring himself to bring her harm.
"Are you lonely?" He asked the question having already decided on the answer.
"I'm alone."
"Then why can't we-" He cut himself off, as if to preempt and allow adequate space for her inevitable retort.
"That's so cute Hayato." She paused, as if thinking for a moment. "But don't you know how inappropriate that sort of thing would be?"
A vein pulsed on Hayama's temple.
"Are you bored?"
"If hiding who I am is boring I would say at this moment I'm entertained."
"If hiding who you are is boring why do you do it?"
Hypocrisy.
"For the same reason you do."
A lie.
"Besides, what people do is never really boring. Why people do it could end up being boring and two tone. Rather, in the end it's always the people that are boring. They color their actions boring."
"Do you find me interesting?"
"Interesting enough, why else would I spend so much time with you? I'm immune to cuteness, or I'd be at my little sister's beck and call."
"What you consider cute isn't what anyone else would."
"Kitten cute is boring."
Because of why kitten cute is cute.
She paused for a moment before becoming as scandalized as she could manage.
"Wait, are you saying you don't think my little sister is cute?"
"Of course I don't."
She pouted, glaring over at him darkly.
She smirked.
"Well Hayato, this has been fun."
"If you say it was I suppose it was."
Understanding and resignation.
"You wanna cuddle, I'd let you do it this one time."
A whim.
He wrapped his arms around her.
He felt disgusting for doing so.
He was ecstatic to be able to.
She smirked.
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The structure of this fanfiction will likely be disjointed.
Perspective will probably change.
Most of the chapters will center around Haruno.
Updates will likely be sporadic, though an attempt will be made at regularity.
