A/N: No ownership whatsoever. Sadly.

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"Can I crawl to sleep in your head?"

"No."

"Lull your voice into my own throat?"

"No. Hardly."

"Slip you throat down against mine and consume it whole?"

"Never."

"Aw, be fair. Give me something, some part. Any part. Any part at all, even if it's not yours to give."

"Such as?"

"Hmf. It's about time you asked. What I desire most…"

"…yes?"

"What I Need most…"

"Is?"

"Your perfect and fluttery little heart."

"No. I can't."

"Why not? I'll take it regardless of shape or content."

"I can't. It's not -"

"Yours to give? I said that's fine. Just promise it to me."

"No. I can't. I can't promise something that never once existed."

Pale eyes bored through dark ones. Stammering, the shadowed one spoke again

"What do you mean 'never existed'? What kind of lie is that?!"

Ivory pierced ebony again.

"We don't lie. We cannot lie. We have no hearts; never have and never will."

A second set of blindness had intervened, placing the first behind him.

Two of a kind in more ways than two, the set were blank canvases, drawing in the monochromatic artist. He yearned to paint them, draw them, color them in and wash them out and fill them with his inspiration.

If only he could.

Birds in cages, that's what they'd always been. But domesticated birds that knew not of the sky beyond nor cared. Their demise was guaranteed at their own hands in methods all their own.

Exhausted as he was, they were refreshing, chained dolls that made the ever-animated world fade out and bleed to black in their wake.

"How's this then? Give me You, and you can have mine. B-bmp, b-bmp, b-bmp. All your own. For you, in exchange for you, forever?"

Marble eyes always look like they follow you, no matter where you go. That comforted him in ways innumerable, especially in this little garden with its lackadaisical Angel Faces and New Dawns, and antiqued white bench of iron where She always sat, and the well-trodden and once copper path, shaped to look as stones, that He always flittered on for his White Knight scene.

The night rode on in silence, as it always did, and died as always with its same anguished cries as all parties parted in twain and twisted to naught in sunlight's onslaught. But there'd always be tomorrow. Forever. An entire Ever of tomorrows.


Oh yeah.... That was Sai and Hinata. And then Neji. .__.;;;

DON'T JUDGE ME WITH YOUR EYES! But you can judge me with flames. Or Comments! ;