To YLCourt: oh my gosh I love your writing so much. Thanks for the reviews, dear! Also, the events have no timeline, just so you know XD that'd be kinda scary o.o Death befalls came along so smoothly, I can't wait for you to write more!
*(A/N: "Strength" is set during Sasuke's last few months of training)
sasukarin – colors theme
representations of black;
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control
"Say what you like, but I'm the one in control here, Sasuke-kun," she whispers, quite dangerously, to him. Her smirk is coy and smug, while his demeanor gives off an air of fractured stability. She knows the game she's playing, toying with him. Karin plays mind games with him, twisting and ripping his thoughts and assumptions to shreds to whatever extent she pleased.
She was strung across his lap, fingers wound like vices upon his wrists, gripping tightly, as if it was the last shred of sanity that kept her holding onto this world—and to some extent, it was. He would not obey her, he tells himself. But his eyes betray him, onyx searching hers for an answer, practically devouring her whole and pleading for her to do something, anything, while her red hues only give off a glare of pure excitement.
Karin unhitches her legs from his, and he releases a small breath he had been holding—she shudders when she feels his warmth across her neck and jawline.
An echo of her touch to his chin is too much for him to bear, and he breaks, reaching forward to her, aching to touch.
But she backs away, lips still pulled into a sly smirk, watching him writhe in his denial of pleasure. When he rolls back onto his heels, she lets her hands cup his face, as if he were a wine glass, waiting to be consumed by her insanity.
And he takes the plunge the moment her lips are pressed to his.
strength
Sasuke hoists her up, tugging roughly on her wrist. Karin stands, almost clumsily, and averts her gaze from his in embarrassment.
He glances over at her, watching the redhead fixing her glasses shakily, and he relaxes a bit, softening his hold. She stays silent, frowning, until he splays his fingers over her back in an attempt to soothe her discomfort.
"Just try again, like this," he stiffly explains, shifting her arms in correct position. Karin pulls back the bow, concentrating her vision to the gleaming tip of the arrow, forgetting all but the target on the tree and her steady breathing. Her arms strain and scream at her less this time, held still as if they were cold steel. Sasuke nods in approval, reaching forward to retrieve her bow, but she glares at him, defying and fierce. To his surprise, she faces the weapon towards a lush, green bush, firing. A small cry rang out, the animal's last voiced pain, before she felt its life force fade.
"Feel like rabbit stew for tonight?"
He almost lets his face show his inner astonishment. Almost.
infirmity
Orochimaru had ordered her on multiple occasions to experiment on Sasuke's body, whether it be injecting fluids or performing emergency surgeries. The Sannin kept her handy when his pupil was to begin a new training session, and, more often than not, she was stitching him up, healing wounds, and extracting poisons.
After a particular gruesome training session, Orochimaru had dumped Sasuke's body onto her gurney, chuckling to himself. She knew when to keep face and now was no exception. He waves her off, a suggestion to "do what you like"; She knows how to read Orochimaru by now.
Karin reaches for her small manila folder, flipping through many different experiments she could perform, and then-
Ah. There's no fatal injuries on him... Damn you, Orochimaru. Dangling a toy in front of my face.
Her fingers tremble in anticipation and her tongue darts from behind her lips. Karin reaches for his face, stroking his cheek gently. His eyes, cold and unfeeling, bore into hers, but she can only mock his anger, scalpel in hand.
She wants to touch him. She wants to hear his voice, she wants him to be loud and she wants him to shatter.
But Sasuke only holds her gaze, steady and unmoving, watching for her next move. Her lips pull into a frown and she shudders.
"It's so thrilling," she practically groans, tracing his pale skin under her meek light. He mutters a string of curses, his breath quickening, but she pays no heed.
Karin finds herself already dotting his skin in multitudes of red- brilliant red that only an Uchiha could have. Sasuke believes he hasn't given in yet, but he's beginning to lean into her touch, watching her chest heave and her cheeks burn.
Burn burn burn.
A curse rolls off of her tongue when she speaks, eyes darting to his hips. She licks her lips, thinking him tempting.
"I wonder if I could make you scream, Sasuke," she laughs.
"Karin. Off."
Her smile only broadens, crooked and taunting, eyes flickering over with desire.
"You say you want me off, but your body wants me on, Sasuke."
She snickers, tossing her scalpel back onto her gleaming tray and eyeing him carefully. It turns the silver a dull red. Her eyes reduce his black to shame, more alive than his would ever be. More powerful, more dark- as of the moment. But with a thought, she picks it up again, poising it at her lips. She aches to taste the sting of red iron and warm salt rolling across her lips. He's entranced, eyes focused on the dancing of the scalpel upon her lips.
But his gaze grows hazy and he slips into unconsciousness, limbs numb and his focus slipping. Before he falls unconscious, he utters a simple string of words to her that continue to ring in her head.
"Beautiful, you look beautiful."
Karin blames it on snake venom, setting to work with patching up his wounds.
power
Karin revels in the cool, smooth feel of his chakra. It spikes when his heartbeat quickens, a fluttering against his ribs, and stills when he rests. If she could describe the color of Sasuke's chakra, she would say blue. Now is no exception. Before battle, as always, his chakra flares, dancing and bright. Karin finds it exciting.
A whisper of a small "Let's go," and she's at his back, ready to defend.
His chakra soothes any worries she has, a ray of light upon her senses. It was contradictory to his personality, really. They work hand in hand, her powers assisting his eyes. What he cannot see she will show him, and she promises to keep his back so long as he takes hers.
It is a silent agreement, a contract between two wounded souls; he'd do anything within his power to keep her alive and vice versa.
Wherever you go, I will follow.
i took so long to update im so sorry! it's been a little rough these days, esp. with finals coming up (screw high school oh my god) but you guys can send me drabble/ficlet requests on tumblr. i recently changed my url to karins-ass, bc beautiful booty and beautiful queen
also writer's block ugh kill me
aaaand the next color i've decided will be purple ~
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