Devil's Bride

Previously:

"I love you..."

Another flip of his stomach had him huffing.

So the silly girl thought she'd fallen in love with him. Big deal. That kid didn't know what love was, and would soon enough fall back into thinking of him as nothing but a nice piece of ass and a good fuck. He'd drive her mad with pleasure until she got it if necessary. He'd have to keep an eye out for celestial interveneance, but as long as she was in his apartment, in his bed, there wasn't much Obito could do. He could appear at her side, play conscience, and annoy the hell out of him, but in his territory he could do anything physically harmful to her. So, he just had to keep her there-here- until he had reached his goal.

He could feel the dip in the matress move, and smirked.

Obito scowled from the sidelines.

It seemed he could start working right now.

Turning around, he shifted on the bed, enveloping her in his arms as he crawled over her. One hand moved up her side over the sheet and she cracked an eye open. Smiling, she hoisted herself up to kiss him languidly, then opened her mouth to say something but never got the chance. He crushed his mouth on hers, before she could say anything that might shatter his confidence again. Claiming her lips, he dove past them to plunder her mouth. She responded eagerly, and gave a whimper when his wandering hand brushed over her already hardened nipple. She was eager.

"I...I'm...kinda...uh, sore."

Eager, but scared.

Kakashi chuckled, moving his hand under the sheet to cup her small breast. She moaned.

"You won't feel any of that in a minute," he promised darkly. "Only pleasure."

And desire. Mad, uncontrollable desire.

Chapter 10

She stopped listening as her History of Medical Sciences professor droned on and on about the different types of injury and infection treatment over the course of the Roman Empire. Not that it wasn't an intresting anough topic. With any other teacher, it would be fabulous. Sarutobi-sensei would probably have them reenact the most interesting bits of the most important battles and then pretend to treat their comrades according to the scientific standards of the time. Unfortunately, Ebisu-sensei still believed in the original meaning of the word 'lecture', it seemed as he went on reciting their history book. If he'd at least do it by memory... Then again, that had never managed to stop Sakura from paying attention in class before. Yet nothing could stop her thoughts from drifting away from Ebisu-sensei's monotone monologue today. She ceased moving her pencil in tight circles over her sheet of paper in fake writing, and instead turned her head out of the window.

It was a sunny day. Only a few clouds drifted lazily across the perfect blue sky as if to amuse Shikamaru, her lazy, cloud-watching friend. Directly in front of the window stood a big tree. She could see it's twigs swaying in the breeze, and even make out a couple of birds sitting between the leaves. They seemed to be busily chatting -or chirping- away. Yet, as beautiful as the scenery was, it couldn't hold her attention for much longer than the boring class going on around her. Her thoughts always drifted away to all that had happened in the last few days. So many things had changed.

She was both amazed and slightly shocked about how much she had changed. She had developed a crush on someone she barely knew, and even slept with him. More than once. Sakura couldn't help the blush spreading across her face at the memory of that. She'd never felt that... she couldn't seem to think of an appropriate word for a moment, then she settle for 'wanton'. She had never felt so wanton in her life. Not that she'd never experienced desire at all. She had. She had felt the unmistakeable tinge of lust before but never this strongly. And she'd always been embarrassed by it, shamed. Not with him, though.

Not with Kakashi.

He made her feel so... needy that she forgot all her shame and embarrassment and just wanted him. Bad. She'd been desperate for him before he'd even touched her anywhere near down there. Then the second time... She could imagine she was flushing a darker shade of red at the mere thought of what he'd done to her that second time. His whole aura seemed to have change, from mysteriously charming one minute to an alluring compulsion that was both holding her together and breaking her apart with its' mere presence. Don't close your eyes, he had said. Well, she couldn't have anyway. Something about the way he looked at her had made it impossible for her to look away even as he was feasting on her tenderest flesh...

He'd gazed on her with such desire... and fear.

Something about her seemed to have frightened him that night. And when he'd kissed her, mismatched eyes wide open as if trying to gaze into her very soul, he'd done so desperate for something. Whether he had found it or not, she did not know but he had finally relinguished his invisible hold on her as he closed his eyes after all. She'd realised that Neji and Hinata had been right. Something about him was off. Broken perheps. Also dangerous, very much so. Still, she'd also glimpsed something else that night, and in the other nights since then: something tender that he tried to hide, no, that he tried to keep buried.

She wanted it to come out.

She wanted him to hold her hand in public, something which, though often with her, he had yet to do. She wanted him to kiss her in public, too. Not a full-blown make-out session with tongue and all, or even his face unmasked but at least a peck once in a while couldn't be to much to ask for, could it? The way things were now, she felt like his 'dirty little secret', like something to be ashamed of. On top of that, she wasn't even sure where she really stood with him anyway. What was their relationship to him? Were they a couple? Something inside her wanted to snort at that notion but she pushed it vehemently down. Were they lovers? Hell yeah, her sore limbs reminded her. Friends with benefits? Did she even know enough about him to call him a friend? She didn't even know what he did for a living.

"Ouch!", she yelped when something hid her arm painfully, then clattered as it fell to the floor. She looked down to find a piece of chalk lying there, and knew that she was screwed.

"Nice of you to join us again, Haruno-san. I'll have you know that we'll be writing a test about this soon, so you might want to grace us with your presence of mind!", Ebisu-sensei grouched.

"Sorry, sensei," she mumbled, caught. He harrumphed and turned away from her. As he walked back to the head of the class, Sakura caught Hinata looking at her. The girl's gaze seemed stuck somewhere between worry and worry.

What did her friend see when she looked at her, Sakura wondered.

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Kakashi was sitting on a ledge watching the tortured souls in Purgatory, listening to the melody of their wails. He'd brought a sandwich he hadn't touched yet, and probably wasn't going to as he saw another pale white coloumn of light reach down from above. He watched calmly as a former colleague of his by the name of Yugao descended into the (real) Middle Realm, arms stretched outward to gather one poor soul in their comforting embrace, and take it up with her into heaven now that it had served it's time. He could see all of them scramble towards her light, trying to catch a free ride, though knowing it was futile. Still, even the slightest hint of salvation, whatever small comfort her light gave, was enough to motivate every lost, waiting soul in Purgatory.

"That should be you."

Obito?

"Can't a Devil even listen to his favourite music in peace, you celestial pest! Obito, I swear, if you don't buzz o..."

The rest of that statement got caught in his throat as he turned around to find not Obito.

"I thought I wasn't supposed to see you, Rin. Orders from above, and all that rot!"

"You weren't. The orders came from Tsunade-hime herself. I just didn't care. I snuck away. Better to ask for forgiveness later than for permission, right?", she asked as she sat down beside him on the ledge, flipping her long brown hair back. He instinctively backed up a little. She reeked of heaven. "That should be you."

"You're repeating yourself," he scoffed.

"Gladly if it makes you see reason."

Now he laughed.

"Oh, I have seen reason. Long before you were even born, mortal. That's why I left Tsunade's merry men, kid."

She didn't answer him out loud. She didn't have to. The look she was giving him said more than a thousand words. So she snuck away, huh? He knew angels didn't lie but he wouldn't put it past Tsunade to have let her sneak away, knowing that she'd come talk to him. Whatever that was supposed to achieve. He had liked the girl when she was mortal, yes, and he'd wavered in his decision to go through with the mission because of that. Until they had murdered her. That had really served to enforce that all the poor souls he had corrupted were probably in the better hands as they resided down here in hell. Having Rin killed really drove that point home.

"You're waisting your breath, and my time, Rin," he said gravely. His tone was final. He didn't want to argue with her. "I'm never coming back."

She was silent for a moment.

"That's no reason to destroy someone else's life."

"I'm a Devil. It's in the job description."

She smiled at him then as if he'd cracked some kind of joke. She reached out to touch his face, and he couldn't stop her. It hurt. Such sweet pain. It hurt but it would almost hurt more when she would let go in another moment. Instead of just leaving him, relieving him of her presence, she pulled his mask away to let it pool under his chin. Before he could even fully open his eyes, her lips were on his, kissing him. Hurting him. Healing him. Sweet and disgusting, sinful and heavenly, painful, and oh so good. After all these years.

They broke apart.

"You broke my heart."

He inwardly flinched at that admission.

"Don't do the same to her. That should be you."

A/N: Some insight on Sakura, and Kakashi might have a heart after all. The only question is, is that a good thing or a bad one? You tell me! ;)