Going through my inprogress fic folder to see if there was anything worth posting, found this little angsty HidaTema drabble, sooo hope you enjoy.
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Had she known?
The taste of her own blood in her throat, choking her, spilling out the corners of her lips to run down her face and neck.
And she doesn't know why she let this happen, let it come to this.
He hasn't gotten any of her major arteries, she knows that because she'd be unconcious by now. But she's still bleeding out, just the same. Spread eagled in one of his stupid religious pentagrams like a sacrificial lamb. They're miles from anywhere of course, they'd kept their sordid little affair a secret.
It had been part of the thrill hadn't it?
The danger of being in the middle of nowhere with a missing nin it had been the thing the was really.....exciting.
Stupid.
'Temari.'
Her name on his lips makes her want to strike out at him again but she doesn't have the strength. He doesn't have the right to use that name anymore, he never should have been given the right to address her so familiarly.
'I think this is what I was meant to do all along... to give Jashin-sama the one thing in this fucked up world I gave a shit about.'
Had she known?
His hand was in her hair, stroking with that gentle almost reverant touch she'd always found so unlikely from someone like him.
God she's been so stupid, so selfish.
Kankuro, Gaara.
Her breathing is coming in harsh little pants and her throat feels parched even with all the liquid filling her mouth.
'Bastard.'
She forces the word out and see's him smile. It's a little unbelievable that she still finds him beautiful after all he's done to her. The fascination is still there. The pull of someone who seems almost to embody the dark side she never lets see the light of day.
The hand that clutches her side is slick with blood and she is panting with the exertion of trying to move out of the position he's put her in. With infinite patience he simply rearranges her limbs everytime she does. Eventually she gives in and he brushes a few wayward strands of hair out of her face, his touch light and comforting. It makes her want to strike at him. To worsen the wounds she put on him earlier, the ones he would recover easily from, the ones that would be fatal on anyone else but him.
'This hurts.'
He breathes the words almost as if they're sacred and his eyes are shining. A small bubbling laugh forces it's way out of her mouth. He thinks he's hurting? If she had the strength she'd show him fucking pain.
'I mean, seriously. It hurts in here.' he gestures vaguely to his chest area 'It's not physical but it feels....'
He trails off just staring at her in awe and she can't seem to break the eye contact. Her heart lurches and she wonders if it's giving up the fight or if it's just....
The room is turning gradually, gradually around and she can barely focus on him anymore.
'I love you, Temari.'
Had she known?
Yes of course she had.