Music of Choice: My Bunny - ЗЛАТА ОГНЕВИЧ, Koko Ni Iru Yo - Soulja ft. Aoyama
A/N: Just a random oneshot, not sure if I will make it into a full fanfic.
She was there, and yet she was never there. The memory of her seemed almost to fade. It had been so long since the lustful Douji had seen her.
Maybe it was for the best. The way they had been seperated. His precious kitten, the girl who had finally gotten away. The only girl who got away.
"My bunny boy," she would whisper in the dark as they lay with each other, barely a whisper allowed in between their bodies. After the heated passionate nights, simply waiting for time to pass. Before everything went to shit, before she left.
Hair the color of a glowing fire, burning peaches forever scarred in their scorching flames. Eyes the color of glowing embers, gazing at him with the many secrets she carried with her, the burning passion that lurked within her skin. Such fire, such a blaze that could destroy everything in her path, if she truly wanted it.
But she didn't. When around him, she couldn't. Maybe it was sad to say, but it was a natural defense to be so dangerous. And yet so alluring, the way she could beckon him without saying a word.
Maybe it was the way she danced. A mixture of slow and quick movements, eyes closed in a trance as she contorted her body to the rhthym of a song. She had a dance to every song, every genre. She danced like the fire itself, as her skin would glow. Pale ceramic skin eminated a light from within, casting her an elegant aura of the exotic dancer she was.
But she had her bad habits, too. She was stubborn, as was her given emotion. If she set her mind to to something, nothing would stop her. Nobody with the exception of Vice and Desir himself, both for very different reasons. She would hide secrets from him. The way her Master's would damage her, destroy the beautiful Douji with every punishment for her "disobediance" to them. It was how she was made.
The way she would seek him out after the worst of her punishments, the way she would curl up next to him as though it were her own safety. Nine centuries hadn't been kind to her, he could see it in the way she moved and went about her daily duties. When she shopped, when she spoke, when she slept, there was always a disturbance. Her wiring frayed too easily at times, other times she would short circuit herself simply through flight. She had been hurt too badly, at times he feared Vice would dispose of her. What would happen if she were to stop working for a moment, to hesitate for a fraction of a second, in the midst of battle? The green Douji would never take weakness.
But she dissapeared. From Japan, from him, and from the way it seemed, dissapeared altogether. He wouldn't admit it, not to any other Douji or to the new girl that he would take to his bed every night. He missed her. He missed the one who could flare the flames of his desire like no other.
A desire left burning was a dangerous fire.
Shitastic oneshot. Please review.