Note: In this story, it is kind of a crossover. The woman is a Carpathian female who works for a famiglia as an assassin. She has lived for a very long time and is tired of being alone. Now onwards to the disclaimer!
Disclaimer: Of course I own th...*Cocking of a gun* NEVER MIND. I don't own this! At all! Only the unnamed woman is mine and the plot of this poem! Please don't shoot me!
Reborn: *Smirk* You're worse than dame-Tsuna, baka-author.
CV: *Hangs head in shame* My pride is in pieces. I'm going to go eat an entire cake now. *Talking to audience* Enjoy the story!
Bloody Love
Written: February 5, 2012
Edited: May 26, 2016
I found you that night,
Lying on the ground, dying.
The 'Bloody Prince', I knew you as,
Loved knives and wires, crazy
When your blood was drawn.
You said if I saved you,
You would hunt me down
But I healed you in the way of my people
And I disappeared as you recovered.
I encountered you multiple times after.
I was usually in the middle of killing a traitor.
And you stalking me.
You kept trying to gut me.
Master trained me well however.
No matter how bad the wound, I survived.
But I was tired…
7 months later, I saw you at Vongola Decimo's party.
Did you recognize me, all dressed up, not covered in blood?
You asked to dance with me.
You let me know that you were coming.
I laughed. Would you get to me first?
Shock was shown on your face as I left.
I didn't care if I died.
That night, you came and saw me
On the floor, the killing blow about to be dealt.
Knives flashed.
I was on the verge of death, but as I blacked out,
You ordered me not to die.
A bloody smile crossed my face.
I woke up a few days later,
You and master at my side.
You laughed with joy and master left,
Sensing your need to talk to me alone.
Why did I give up?
I was tired, so very tired.
You glared and ordered me to never leave you again.
I was confused. You tried to kill me every time we met before.
You laughed and ordered me to plan a wedding worthy of a prince and his princess.
10 years later, we have two blood thirsty twin girls.
Those two are a perfect mixture of us.
They love the story of how we met.
Love triumphed in the end.
But they will figure that out for themselves one day.
God help their suitors.