I do not own Blade of the Immortal and make no money from doing this (would be nice though)
Rating: M (to be safe)
Pairing: Rin/Anotsu
Summary: She imagines he tastes like blood, mixed with the sweat and tears he has caused her.
Sometimes, when the night comes in its heavy-hooded darkness and she wrapped away from its chill in her smooth sheet, Rin dreams of Anotsu.
His demonic light shedding and now she barely sees him stealing her youth, its memories dripping off his blade. Now, in her dreams, his fingers are in her hair and carving patterns down her back. It tells her stories of desire and passion (they are not so different from her mother's tales of evil knights and brave princes in search of their lover, whispered into her hair). If Anotsu was her villain then Manji would be her prince, but Rins life's no fairytale. She sees her villains body wrapped around her, clinging, drips of sweat down her cheeks like tears she cried for her parents. In her dreams he always tastes of blood, metallic and warm in her mouth, his skin stained with it like the dirt in her kimono. Rin can imagine he tastes like it, mixed with the sweat and tears he has caused her.
Some nights Rin wishes Manji would look at her like her own woman, not some pained memory or ignorant child. She wishes he would come, in these cold nights, and destroy every fantasy of Anotsu with every hard thrust into her, his laboured palms rough against her skin, tearing and unforgiving like sandpaper across the untouched skin of her breast. Then she thinks of Anotsu's long slim fingers wrapped around the hilt of his barbarian axe, cradling it against his waist so tenderly like a mother might her child. She dreams of how he might tend to the curve of her neck and caress the dip in her back. These are the dreams she calls nightmares but stutters an excuse to herself as her own small delicate fingers slide up her thigh.
Rin still hates Anotsu, loathes him, (she clings onto her resentment with desperation as if it might slip through her fingers like her desire for Manji) but is baffled when she can dream of fucking him and killing him in the same night.
Sometimes it happens in the same dream (nightmare). How she would call out his name in pleasure against the lope of his ear, his hair in her mouth, and then slit his throat as he sighs out hers. Disgust ripples through her body, now aimed at herself.
Other nights she dreams of something much more horrifying. Now she sees him embracing her afterwards, warm slow breaths against her side while she watches the fall and rise of his chest and curve of his wrist. She use to glare at him in distain, heated agony pouring from her eyes and she would watch his neck and ponder on how pale it would look against the gleam of his blood. Now she focuses on his wrist and fingers, the last time she saw him she stared at his lips (they are thin and pulled into a light smirk at her marvelling, she thinks of ghost trails down her body and what they do taste of).
So when fate traps them together again, Rin doesn't bother resisting his brief caress and subtle invitation. He claims to be tired, but he is not so tired to do her against the wall of some rusting inn like a cheap whore he has barely paid for. He hums her name, like the morning birds outside her dojo, and she screams his. There is neither a glorious death nor lovers embrace, limbs entwined and low deep breathing. He leaves quickly and carefully, a stoke on her shoulder and a whispered farewell. Rin is left alone in dirty sheets and with her thoughts which linger on his lips.
They taste of sweat, tears and blood, everything she dreamed of.
Well I hoped you enjoyed it (sorry if you were rather disturbed) I seem to be in love with this twisted pair atm. Reviews are appreciated :P