Devil's Bride

Previously:

"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."

Chapter 11

'Don't do the same to her', Kakashi thought, snorting. He couldn't have even if he wanted to. His relationship with Sakura was nothing like his ties to Rin had been all those years ago on his last visit to Earth. He felt nothing for Sakura, nothing but contempt. Maybe desire, too. The pink-haired girl was a pretty little ape after all. He could appreciate her petite form, her big innocent eyes, her long legs, and her smooth skin without feeling anything, right? Right. All he wanted from Sakura was to fall under his spell, so he could go home soon. Whereas, the connection he'd developed with Rin at the time had been so real that it had almost destroyed him.

Sakura's little 'I love you'-delusion was meaningless in comparison.

Yeah, right. Kakashi felt like screaming. Whatever this job had turned out to be, it was no longer a simple matter of seduction. Oh, he'd gotten her into bed alright - several times, in fact - but that had only served to make her believe she loved him. Naive little pest. Heaven was lenient on loving hearts. As long as she cocooned herself in her love for him, true or imagined, she would still ascend into the Kingdom of Heaven, and be graced with the Divine Splendour that was characteristic of an angel. (He could faintly see it on himself even after centuries of living in Hell. ) As long as she wrapped herself up intender feelings, her soul remained guarded, unreachable for him. As if that weren't enough yet, as long as that love was inside her heart, it would be a constant danger to him.

He was a Devil. Love hurt. Love... corrupted.

He wanted nothing to do with any of that, yet her mumbled confession had not failed to touch something in him. Something he had thought he didn't have any more: his heart. Even as his guts had twisted with the disgusting inconvenience of it all, the capriscious organ had given a jerk - like a sleeping beast that was poked with a stick until it stirred. She had not said it again since that first time, not out loud. She didn't have to. She said it with every smile, every glance, and as his heart tingled his anger raged.

Kakashi huffed loudly.

'There's no point in over-thinking this', he reminded himself quietly. Soon enough he would have her cured of this disease, she would fall, and he would get back to enjoying Jiraya's object lessons in roasting pathetic human souls for fun. He smiled to himself, ruffled his own hair a little as if to lift whatever remaining worries there were. Suddenly, he sensed someone close by. He was standing just outside of his appartment, smiling a wicked smile. Whoever had been stupid enough to break into his flat, would be extremely sorry in a minute. He opened the door to his temporary home, and found the delicious scent of miso soup wafting over him. The silver-haired man raised an eyebrow.

'Okay, not a thief', Kakashi thought, 'unless thieves have started to leave dinner'.

Curious, he followed the smell into the kitchen, and was met with a vision in pink.

"Sakura?"

She turned to look at him, blushing.

"Oh, hi, Kakashi", she murmured.

"What are you..."

"Oh, I had come to visit, but you weren't there, but your door wasn't locked- you really shouldn't leave that open, you know, anyone could walk in- anyway, the door wasn't locked, so I thought I could just as well surprise you, and I brought some movies, and... I need to stop talking."

She really did. She hadn't taken a breath through that entire jumbled phrase, leaving her gasping for air with a nice flush down her throat. Mmm. That wasn't important now, though. He needed to focus. She'd come into his home, cooked him dinner, and brought home entertainment. That spelled 'bad' in every language he knew. If she'd brought DVDs, she wanted to spent time with him outside the bedroom, or the changing room. He still regretted that he hadn't been able to convince her to let him fuck her in there. Not that he'd expected that she'd be up to that. She hadn't had any sex at all before he came into her life. However, now things were going south. Perhaps he could seduce her over dinner?

"I wanted to spend some time with you. Getting to know you, you know?", she asked, then flushed.

Probably not.

With every passing second, in which he did not answer, she seemed to shrink further into herself. Kakashi wanted to scream. This would only further her interest in him, and he couldn't have that. At the same time, it would keep him exposed to the danger until he could get rid of these nonsense feelings she thought she had for him. Well, it couldn't be helped. He couldn't let her walk away now. It would blow the entire operation, and he'd have to listen to Tsunade's laughing while Jiraya fries his ass. And as she began to turn away, there went his heart again, twitching. Mourning her leaving.

So he grabbed her hand.

A/N: And now what? Evil cliffhanger?

I'm sorry I didn't update sooner, but I'm very busy at the moment. There are term papers to be handed in, and some exams, and all that.