Title: Beautiful Death

Fandom: Naruto

Word Count: 210

Rating: T

Summary: Pretty is as pretty does.

Disclaimer: Don't own it. If I did, I wouldn't have the student loans that I do.

It was always the same thing.

A pretty smile, a flutter of her eyelashes, and then they were hers.

Heavy breathing, rough touches, a knife through the jugular, and then they belonged to death.

She was as much of a weapon as the kunai in her belt or the poison laced in her lipstick. But they never saw that, and that was exactly what she counted on.

As their back arched in passion and eyes screwed shut, hers opened with calculation even as she reached into her hair for her weapon of choice. They would never know that they had taken home a dangerous weapon instead of the china doll that they wanted to possess. They would never see the flash of steel in candlelight before red tones covered the white of the sheets in stain.

Death would come in passion, and in passion there would be death.

The last thing they would see would be her smiling face over theirs and the feel of her lips on their cheek. They would smile as death took them, and she would leave slip out, her mission completed.

She brought the dark endless night of death, but to them…It was a beautiful death.