Title: Girl with one eye
Pairing: Hidan x Sakura
Rating: Strong T for profanities
Word count: 382
Note: 01. This is the beginning of a one shots collection, various pairings, by me, June. Criticisms are welcomed. If you want to prompt me, please do. Just pm me or review. I'll try to do it.
2. I started this out as a HidanSaku. But then after I wrote it, I didn't think that Hidan would fit. I tried to find another male character, but couldn't come up with anyone. So I altered it a little, and kept it as HidanSaku. Hope that it isn't too OOC though. Anyhow, can you find the references?
Disclaimer: Don't own. Got it.
She is regretting this.
He thought as he was lying beside her, waiting for his breath to calm down after whatever happened between them just a few minutes earlier. Moonlight sifted through her soft pink hair, waltzed on her skin while she was struggling to find a more comfortable place on her pillow. The act didn't sit well with him, since he couldn't see her face at all. He wanted to see her, to maybe get a glimpse of what was going on inside her confusing mind underneath that fucking pretty head of hers, the head that stopped him in his tracks, to clarify what was currently bothering his. He closed his eyes, listened to the shuffling sound of the sheets.
She had to see this coming before she decided to jump into this dark pit.
The noises stopped, and he opened his eyes, only to find hers were closed. She finally found a comfort spot. With half of her face buried in the pillow, she looked relaxed, but he knew better. She was restless.
He thought of her. He thought of her bright eyes, of her sunny smile, of the way she bites her lower lip before she speaks. He thought of her innocent, of the way she flushes scarlet whenever he says a "harsh" word. He thought of her fucked up offer.
Her eye fluttered open, directed at him, but she wasn't looking at him. It shined, but it wasn't like before.
He thought of a few minutes earlier, when she was up under his arms. He thought of how she closed her eyes, how she gritted her teeth. How she withered and died underneath his panting self. She went out like a fucking candle.
She's lucky that I didn't slip her a smile.
Gritted his teeth and muttered curses under his breath, he sat up and gathered his clothes, readied himself to get out of there. She didn't even flinch. She just laid there and watched him with one eye open. He didn't show that he care either. His reputation was already clouded up with dirt.
He got up from the bed, sparing her one last glance. Her eye was still open.
Fuck, now she's making him want to cry.
At least now she sleeps with one eye open.
