Title: "So It Goes"
Author/Artist: Yukari Rin
Pairing: Yondaime Hokage (Namikaze Minato) x Uchiha Shisui
Fandom: Naruto
Theme: #11, gardenia
Rating: T, just in case.
Word Count: 352
Notes: For theladylamb. She knows why. Also, since the way the theme is included in the fic may not be obvious: I associate the scent of jasmine with Shisui thanks to Hyorin and there is a species of gardenia that is a jasmine, so I'm using a lesser known type of gardenia for the theme.
Disclaimer: Naruto and related properties belong to Masashi Kishimoto and related parties.
"So It Goes"
The scent of jasmine fills the room and slowly stirs him awake. He blinks quickly and sees Shisui peeling off her shirt, black hair falling like rain over her smooth white shoulders. The moon and stars peek through the open curtains as the breeze continues to cool the summer night. She slides into place beside him, pressing her fingers to his lips. He presses against them, kissing their smooth tips, bringing an arm up to wrap around her waist. Her fingers twine themselves in his hair as her aristocratic fingers trail from his mouth down his neck to his bare chest, their path erratic but sensual. He feels his need growing and pulls her down over himself, leaning towards her for a kiss.
She is smiling as if there is a secret she knows that he does not, eyes closed to her private amusement. Their lips meet, and it is as if she burns with the fire her clan favors so much. Heat flows through her to him, raising his hair and sending a jolt down his spine. He wants more, but she draws back, laughing quietly. She opens her eyes and grins at him.
The crimson red of her Sharingan is a red-orange, the circular design replaced with a vulpine slit.
Minato goes still and the dream (illusion? Has he been sleeping in this place?) quickly flickers away as if the wind that had been in it carries it away. The scent of jasmine lingers.
Kyuubi removes himself from Minato's person, cackling loudly, voice echoing in the large, dank cell within the recesses of his son's consciousness. Minato's ears ring and he wants to hold his hands over his ears, but he will not. The Kyuubi is howling his glee, eyes welling with tears from his amusement. "Oh, your face! That expression!" He reaches out an arm and feathers the back of a clawed finger along Minato's cheek. Minato does not flinch, meeting the demon's eyes unblinkingly. "So it goes," he says, voice dripping with unveiled hate at the man who has entrapped him.
"So it goes," Minato whispers back firmly.