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Fire and heat. It lit a passion in her heart when she opened her eyes. How she loved the fires, and maybe just the color of red. The flares trickled past her fingers and seared her skin a slight sheen of red. Sage mode wasn't easy to keep up, and if Mangetsu wasn't such a condescending piece of shit, he might have actually managed to stop it from full fruition.
If not for the red tint of feathers that covered her skin like scales, perhaps this might have been difficult. Her new power was overflowing and raw, and mostly that was what hurt her. The Chakra flooding her veins and the harrowing press of its power was too intense.
"You can only keep it up for five minutes with your current power level."
The great bird had told her so, and now that she felt it, she knew her life would be in danger if she tried to withstand it any longer. She glanced towards Kakashi, who had taken a step forward. "It's okay." She assured him, taking a step forward. However, she wasn't used to her speed and before she could control it, she had appeared in front of Mangetsu who struck her with his blade. She tilted her head, wondering if he was always so slow and with that thought, she caught his blade. Her power was still in flux, so it began to grow red hot under her touch.
Mangetsu jumped back, his anger palpable as Mikka went to attack her. Kakashi was too fast, and before she could, he had kicked her into the trees. "Anomie, what is that?"
"What happens if I go over five minutes?"
Anomie had asked the Great Fire Bird, and she could feel that what he told her had to be true. She felt it in her bones.
"You will turn to stone."
"Wonderful." Every power came with some type of cost. She knew that one day she would have to pay it, but that day could not be now. If she were to die, she would rather Kakashi were not here to see it. She wanted to be strong. She was so sick of needing to be protected and worrying him, running into his arms like some weak skank who was poisoned or bleeding.
She couldn't fight next to him like that. She couldn't be weak and bleeding and she had to stop being so stupid.
"I've got this," Anomie said, glancing towards Kakashi with a shake of her head. "You take the nobody."
"Nobody?" Mikka let out a frown, showing that Anomie's words had frustrated her to no end. Anomie didn't particularly care.
"Mikka," Mangetsu's voice was spoken in warning, and finally, Mikka took a hard look at the girl she so desperately wanted to kill.
Anomie's eyes were narrow, nearly bored as if the clock was barely ticking. Her Chakra was blazingly hot, and she finally took a glance at Mangetsu's eyes and gave him a mocking, nearly teasing, bow. She flipped forward, her legs moving gracefully to kick towards Mangetsu. He narrowly blocked her assault with his blade, using it to defend against the torrent of brute power that filter through the air they breathed.
As she looked at her leg, smashing against Mangetsu's blade, she wondered if it would make a bruise for later that she could not feel now. She couldn't stop though, and the way Mangetsu was looking at her, as if he were excited for the fight, might have unnerved her if she wasn't so goddamn high.
In her head she was counting, since it would be very embarrassing is she did something as stupid as to turn into stone. Sure, she'd make a hot statue, but she'd rather be hot and breathing. She ducked under his blade, already hearing Kakashi's battle, but it didn't bother her. She was thirsty, and the longer the seconds dragged on, she felt the moisture from her skin began to dissipate. Her throat was sore, parched, and craving.
"A good battle," Mangetsu said with a grin, and Anomie's eyes widened when his speed suddenly tripled. His blades then looked sharper as he finally grabbed the blade on his back, the one bandaged and looking insidious.
Once his fingers gripped the hilt, the power that flooded through his was nearly overpowering. His grin turned sharper and the bandages fell away to reveal a wide but not very long blade. She raised her hands, motioning to make a Jutsu, but he was too fast and her reflexes weren't at optimal since he had torn a stash through her shoulder.
Four more minutes.
She had to kill the Great Swordsman of the Mist in four minutes.
He lunged forward, quickly sprinting towards her and coming closer and closer. His speed was impressive and in between her blinks, he was then jabbing out his sword in attempt to stab her, but reflex kicked in and she ducked forward swiping forward with a slice of fire that spread from her fingertips. Mangetsu noticed this at the last second and only got away with a small, burning mark along his thigh. He sprinted at her again, but this time she managed to raise her hands above, catching him by the wrists moments before the blade's sharp edge could slice through her head in a fine cleave. The smell of the bandages around his wrists slowly burning went through her nostrils in a pleasant aroma that reminded her just how badly she needed to control how much heat her body emitted. The weight of his sword was dragging her strength down, but she soon recovered and pushed back hard. He was very strong, but once Anomie's hands began to burn through his skin, he jumped back and dashed forward with his sword straight out in front of him.
He was faster than Anomie could have ever guessed, and seconds felt slower when their speed continued to overpower her body. She barely dodged his blade, but she couldn't dodge his fingers digging into her hair, gripping her neck, and slamming her face right onto his knee.
She grabbed a kunai, flooding it with her Chakra and using it to dodge his attack. He definitely gave her no time to use a summoning or think about her next couple moves. Unlucky for him, her intelligence wasn't on par with strategy. She doubted there was often a time where she really thought about anything in a fight.
She swiped left, right, his speed is better than mine. That was enough. Her fists were explosive, and the power of the Ho'ou might have been overwhelming if she had a moment to pause or reflect on just how much was going through her veins.
Three more minutes.
He picked up speed, and by now they were clashing against each other with enough force to rattle the trees as her body began to feel the weight of the Chakra that was devouring her skin.
Kakashi was distracted, and perhaps that was dangerous, but it didn't matter how much he told himself to fucking focus, especially since this 'Mikka' was not a fool on her attacks. He'd even go as far as to say she was on par with Gai when it came to Taijutsu. More than that, she took it serious to the point of OCD perfection.
"I'm going to kill you quickly," Mikka snarled. Mikka was losing control, seeing her only ally up against the one person in the entire world that Mikka wanted to rip in half. It was making her crazy and her face burned. An animal snarl clawed its way up her throat as if she were going to spit venom. She lunged, swinging and missing and swinging again. She lunged, more animal than person, slamming Kakashi into the trees. Once his back was against the bark, a cough lodged into his throat from the pain, she lunged again. Then she was burying punches, over and over again.
Two more minutes.
The clock was chiming, and that was when she saw, from the corner of her eyes, that Kakashi was losing the battle with the screaming bitch named Mikka. Her heart was numb, but that moment's hesitation as she glanced his way was enough for Mangetsu to take the advantage and swipe his blade towards her neck. He went for a clean chop, but her blood was boiling and her body moved too fast. She moved away, but his palm gripped her neck, slamming her back onto the ground and creating a crater into the dirt.
It distracted Kakashi enough to slam his head into hers, kicking her back and taking off his gloves. "Can you try harder? Pretty sure you're not being very quick." Kakashi took a page from Anomie's book of never ending taunts since Mikka seemed like an overly emotional sort and emotions hindered a fight. After all, that was why he had such a hard time with the beginning of this one since he sensed something dark in whatever Chakra Anomie was tapping into him. It felt like death, and Kakashi had no desire to see that cloud whatever good was still in her heart.
Mikka jumped forward, but Kakashi swiped left, moving his hands in a quick Jutsu that copied his opponents. She noticed immediately that he copied from the moment his hands began to work her seals with his Sharingan. She expected his copycat technique, however, she did not expect him to be faster at her own Jutsu. Lightning release Chakra covered his body, causing him to wonder how unlucky Mikka could be to try a Jutsu in front of him that he could easily make stronger with his own lightning release attack.
Kakashi, being the prodigy that he was, followed her movements faster, kneading the Chakra in his stomach and converting into water. He didn't hesitate to expel it in the shape of a dragon, just as Mikka was about to do. However, he had talents outside of water, and he took advantage of the highly conductive nature of water. He embedded the water dragon with lightning-natured Chakra.
He tried to fight his own urge to check on Anomie's fight, but couldn't resist when his attack slammed into and decimated Mikka's water dragon, attacking her and dulling her movements and numbing her body.
Mangetsu thought it was unfortunate that his partner had to be such a hot headed girl instead of the level headed kid he met mourning her brother. He didn't expect to care, but the moment her fight caught his attention, that split second, Anomie didn't hesitate to exploit it.
"Have you ever touched fire?" Anomie asked, rubbing her fingertips along the back of his hand and breathing him into her lungs as if the fact that he was made of water would quench how immensely dehydrated she was.
One more minute.
She could hear the chime of a clock that didn't exist, making an echo in her skull as her skin caught fire. Mangetsu tried to let her go, but her palms, clammy but firm, gripped his shoulders and brought him closer to her chest.
"Burn with me." He tried to turn into water, but her body was flaring up with the last of the Ho'ou's juice and the sweat from his brow had dried as his face got clammy and red, but slowly the flesh itself began to melt from his bones, exposing muscle and red and red and more red until the burning smell was nearly too hard to bare.
"Mangetsu!" Mikka's voice was annoyingly shrill as she attempted to move her body as she willed, and Anomie didn't care.
Maybe it was the Ho'ou, maybe not, but something about the sight of a burning body felt oddly pure. She let him go, watching him wreath in pain, his hand twitching against the grass as her timer clicked away and finally paused. She let the Ho'ou's power depart, her body kneeling down to Mangetsu's slowly dying corpse.
"Do you feel that, Mangetsu?" Anomie's lips spread into a sadistic smile as she leaned close to his ear so he could hear her before he died. "That is me possessing you."
The great swordsman of the Mist was dead and Mikka let out a scream that could shatter solid steel. Anomie was too weak to stop her from swarming her, but her distraction was all Kakashi needed to rush at her with finishing blow, but she was filled with so much rage that she likely didn't notice when the lightning began to devour the air with crinkling noise.
With a speed that was unparalleled, Mangetsu's corpse was in front of her, with her holding up the charred body for Kakashi's Jutsu to cut through. It was broken and gooey, and Anomie winced. Her legs were weak as Mikka held up the corpse before dropping it against Kakashi.
"This is what she does. Have you ever seen a more brutal murder?" Mikka asked, and her voice was shaking from using the transportation Jutsu on Mangetsu. "If you can stand to fight alongside a monster, then you must also be a monster." Mikka turned her head to Anomie, her eyes bright with murder. "I will have my revenge for everything you took from me."
"I don't even know who you are," Anomie said, attempting to stand despite the fact that her Chakra was depleted. Still, she couldn't have the enemy know that, then she will think she had a chance at beating them one versus two.
"In time, I will make you remember," she promised, sparing one last glance at Mangetsu's body, red and decayed, before she disappeared in a swirl of leaves.
Kakashi slowly pried his hand from Mangetsu's chest cavity, lying the body against the grass as if that ninja had not attempted to kill the lot of them. Anomie watched him, watched how his shoulders remained tense and his back stiff, watched as he just stared at the body.
The red skin, wrinkled from the fires, and the exposed internal organs on his gut was not Anomie's best work, but not her worst. Her lips twitched slightly, staring at the man who was so sure she was an insignificant and weak child, but her gaze emptied when she noticed that Kakashi still had not moved. She pressed her fingers against his shoulder, as if to remind him she was still there, but he flinched away from her touch.
"We should go," she whispered, dropping her hand. She doubted she could walk long, but she had just enough Chakra to open up her scroll and place a small amount of Chakra for a feather to float from the scroll. She watched it sway in the wind, but slowly and truly it carried over to the body of Mangetsu and turned what was left into cinders once the feather touched the surface.
Anomie closed her scroll, shoving it right back into the sealing mark in her chest in between her breasts.
Her pulse still hadn't slowed and she slumped against the ground in the next moment. Kakashi still had barely moved, but he was by her side the next moment, taking out a sealing scroll and activating it to bring out a skin of water. For a moment, a single brief instance, he hesitated before placing his hand against the back of her head, guiding her lips to the water.
It reminded her, albeit briefly, of when they first met and he had done something similar. Her hands twitched, gripping the leather skin in between her palms and quenching the vast thirst that had settled over her body. He sat back, his eyes still not meeting hers.
Anomie wasn't good with empathy, so she didn't say anything. In their relationship, the one with all the pretty words was never her. She grabbed the second skin of water, briefly wondering if this would be how it was after every instance she used that much of the Ho'ou's power.
"We have to go," she said, standing up and walking past him. Her lips were dry, her hair was a mess, and she was fairly certain that if they didn't find any sort of creek, she'd sooner spend the next hour as smoke.
"You need to rest," he urged, but Anomie wasn't having it when she smelled like a grilled fish.
"What I need is a bath," she said, leaning her weight slightly against the tree. Kakashi usually was more or less unaware of personal space when she was weakened, sometimes suffocating her with how much he cared.
He didn't touch her.
He sighed, stood up straight, and pulled out his map. "If we go west, we will run into Deadman's Spring."
"That spring is filled with sulfur," Anomie immediately shot back.
"I'm not sure what you want from me," Kakashi retorted, and Anomie scoffed before a violent cough overcame her and by the time she was finished, she expected blood to be resting in her palm. Instead, she got ash, dry as charcoal and just as disgusting. She squeezed her fingers into fists and grabbed the water skin that he offered out to her. She practically chugged it as she continued to walk in the direction of Deadman's Spring.
The walk was rather awkward, and Anomie and Kakashi didn't speak. More than that, she saw the disgust in his eyes when he looked at Mangetsu's body. That was why she burned it to cinders with the hope that once it was gone, everything will be back to normal.
Of course, that wasn't what happened.
Anomie saw the outline of the creek, and she rushed forward, almost unable to smell the rotten egg like pungency of the water. She hardly cared since she was covered in ash, her skin was dry, and she was fairly certain that sweat was not a good look for her developing body.
She peeled off her clothes without a second thought, turning her head to see if Kakashi was still behind her. He was leaning against a tree, his head against the bark and his eye shut. Her brows furrowed, but she immediately closed her mouth after a few seconds of opening it when she realized that he didn't want to make any conversation.
The water was cold, and it didn't help that it smelled like anus, but it would have to do. Anomie let down her hair, feeling it fall over her shoulders and circle around her hips as she sunk deeper and deeper into the water. Her skin had already developed bumps, but she pressed on. Once the water reached her naval, she ran her fingers up her left arm, counting up the seals before stopping at one just below her elbow. She activated it, allowing a small bag to appear in her palm. She grabbed a small vial of shampoo, realizing she did everything backwards. She walked back to the shore, placing the bag on the grass and dipping her hair into the water.
It took a small amount of time, mostly since she was freezing, but she exited the waters naked and without a care. She walked to Kakashi, who was likely feigning sleep.
"You're sleeping when I'm here naked and cold?" Anomie asked and his shoulders tensed, but he still didn't open his eyes.
He didn't answer, and slowly she sunk down next to him, activating a seal on her wrist and clothing herself with a thick skintight attire that was more suited to the chill.
"Kakashi?" She placed her palm against his cheek and instinctively he leaned into her touch. "Why can't you look at me?"
"If you have to ask," he said, pulling away from her and standing up. The action was, or should have been, surprising, but Anomie was perhaps the most apathetic woman he had ever met, so she wasn't surprised. "Then there is something wrong with you."
"Wrong with me?" Anomie repeated his words as if she couldn't fully understand them. "With me? That's ridiculous. I'm quite perfect."
"Mangetsu, he was an enemy, but even enemies...when you're done with them, they shouldn't look like that," Kakashi said, and her brows furrowed.
"The end result is the same. Who cares what he looked like?"
"It was cruel. It was disgusting. It is not how anyone should die."
"Need I remind you that he attacked us? Need I remind you that he was an enemy? Need I remind you that he was a monster just like me."
"You don't see it," he said, and her eyes slightly narrowed. "I shouldn't have to force you to see."
When she murdered the Uchiha, she went through what she suspected was grief and even trauma. However, it faded. Now, she could probably do it all over again and it wouldn't make her feel anything. That was why she liked Kakashi. Something about his presence made her feel those simple things that came so easily to everybody else.
This wasn't one of those times.
"See what?" Anomie said, finally standing up to match his stance.
"It was unnecessary. Nobody defeats an enemy with the purpose of defense, only to leave them like that. You did that because you liked it."
Anomie tilted her head to the side, lips pursed, before she finally scoffed. "You big pussy. This isn't about how I like my meat, extra crispy." She gave him a soft wink, and his lips curled down, showing that her sense of humor was misplaced. "This is about you. You are ashamed. You are ashamed to be near me and to love me, but don't pretend you are surprised to know how I deal with enemies."
Kakashi's jaw was clenched, and she was just as enraged. "Knowing and seeing first hand is different. Yes I'm ashamed. After everything, I thought that you were..."
"Changing?" Anomie rubbed her temples, her eyes squeezed shut before she leaned her body back against the tree. "I told you what I was."
"I know that. I thought I could...forget about it," he said, and Anomie's eyes widened. "But I can't. Anomie, after all this, I need to think. Right now...I need to think."
She didn't understand, or maybe she did but she was too tired and drained to pick a fight. She let the silence linger until she dared not break it. She had no words. None that would fix what she couldn't understand. She leaned back into the tree, letting that smell of the sulfurous creek lull her into her dreaded nightmares.
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"Is this posh or what?" Anomie said, laying her back against the bed. Kakashi rolled his eyes, already hearing the sarcasm in her voice. She couldn't hide it even if she wanted it. She could feel the springs through the mattress, and the material was ripped in such a way that it matched the run down walls around them. Still, it beat sleeping on the floor.
"Don't be so noble, this cabin is uninhabited," she assured him, and he glanced at her as he glanced out the window into the darkness of the forest where the rain pounded against the slightly broken window.
Likely if it got any harder, the window just might crack completely.
"How would you know that?" Kakashi asked, and she slightly smiled, happy that he was finally talking to her.
Likely because I killed them last time I came through these parts. Anomie wasn't about to explain that, however, since she doubted he would understand. She wasn't sure she understood either.
"All the dust," she offered instead, reaching over to her bag that she had released from her seal a few minutes prior. She pulled out a bottle of gin, giving it a shake. "Don't tell me you're going to make me drink alone."
Kakashi's gaze was expressionless, but it was hard to tell with the dimly lit room and the fact that his body was tense and his mask had been drawn. "This isn't a vacation, Anomie."
"Kakashi," she said, slightly smiling. "You wouldn't know what a vacation was even if I smashed this bottle right over your head."
"Do whatever you want. I'll set traps around the perimeter," Kakashi said, glancing away from her and walking quickly to the exit. She didn't appreciate his obvious brush off, but she also couldn't judge him for it.
She continued to take long sips from her bottle of gin, tossing off her shoes and pressing her feet against the ground since the springs of the mattress were not nearly as comfortable as she remembered when she first killed the inhabitants of the cottage for a nice bed. She ran her finger over the dust that settled on the table in a thick layer, wondering if she could catch something from being in such proximity to so much dirt when she only recently bathed.
Kakashi was avoiding her, making their 'vacation' all the more uncomfortable. More than that, she wasn't suited to partnerships with people's whose opinions actually mattered to her, thus, she was stuck waiting for him to come back and hoping she was drunk by the time he did.
She wasn't, however, expecting the next fit of coughing to wrack her body. It started out soft, and she nearly thought she swallowed her gin wrong, but she quickly realized, from the breathless feeling she got from her weakened lungs, that of course this was a side effect that alerted her to her over use of power. Her throat felt raw as she heaved, her eyes squeezed closed and her palms fisting the wood beneath her. It was a fitting pain considering she butchered the people of this house to have a bed for the night and she was too socially exhausted to just ask.
By the time she opened her eyes, beneath her she saw red ash, illuminated as if it were still burning inside her chest. "What the fuck?" Anomie rasped out, as if someone could answer her with something she didn't already know. The Ho'ou had definitely been vague about the side effects, but she didn't much care so long as she lived.
"You're probably not going to explain, but I'll ask anyway. What is that?" Kakashi said, leaning against the wood, still careful not to touch her or even close the distance between them as he usually would.
"PMS," Anomie answered, running her palm over the red ash, smearing it back into its normal blackness once the heat finally went out.
"You're predictable," he said with a deep sigh, placing another skin of water down near her kneeled over position. Before he could remove his arm away from her, she grabbed him by the wrist. She felt the moisture from the rain on his sleeve, and it felt refreshing against her skin that was burning.
"I killed someone for this summon," she told him, her eyes deep and connected onto his. He didn't trust her, she understood that. She was reluctant to help him trust her since he was safer if he remained at a distance. She was unpredictable and she wasn't exactly without history of hurting him.
"Not surprising," he told her, finally meeting her gaze. "Did you burn him alive too?"
Anomie would have felt better if she had. When she took this summoning scroll, she had decimated its owner and his friends, took Karin Uzumaki and gave the little nuisance to Orochimaru's clutches. That was just who she was, but she had never realized how delicious it was to see somebody burn alive. She closed off that thought, and she hid it behind walls in her mind.
"I slit his throat." Anomie didn't sugar coat it, since Kakashi would know.
"Why are you telling me this?" Kakashi had a way of making it seem like he was a saint who never killed anybody, but she had seen first hand that he had killed many. He didn't take pleasure from it like Anomie had, but hating murder would not bring someone back from the dead.
"Because it's who I am." She squeezed her eyes shut, feeling light headed and still immensely dehydrated. The gin hadn't helped a smudge but it kept her from saying such things sober.
"You don't seem to care or value human life. That's what bothers me. That's why it's hard to look at you right now," Kakashi admitted with a sigh.
"I don't," Anomie agreed, and this could have been because she had never been taught to value it. This could have been because she had never been valued. This could have been because she was missing pieces to make herself a full and functional person who wasn't about to spend her week coughing up ash and blood.
Kakashi looked disappointed in her admitted response, but at least relieved that she hadn't lied.
"But I do care about your life," she said, grabbing the skin of water and taking a long drink. It felt cool down her throat, and it relieved the fact that her throat felt like it was on fucking fire. "I got this power for you." But mostly for me. "I did all this to be better for you."
Kakashi didn't say anything and for a long while, just looking into her eyes was just as painful as when he wouldn't talk to her. It made the last couple days more than a little awkward, but she understood that he needed his space. Spending everyday with one another wasn't the fairytale she had pictured. She had expected to grow tired of him. She had expected him to get annoying and self-righteous and be obviously everything she was not.
He didn't. Instead, she was doing everything in her power to impress him. She just wanted to hear his voice up against her ear and all the sweet nothings he would mutter into her hair. He was good with words, an odd fact since she doubted he had any practice around girls. Prodigies were truly no joke.
"Did it bother you that much? That nobody bitch calling you a monster?" Anomie asked because she needed to know. She wanted to know what he was thinking because she didn't understand how people feel. She could pretend she did, but on the nuts and bolts of her heart, empathy flew over her head.
"I don't care what people have to say or think about me," he said with a deep sigh. He sat against the dusty hardwood floor, leaning his back against the likely unstable wall. "The problem, Anomie, was in that moment I felt like a monster."
She had nothing to say about that, and her throat was too sore to make out words. He reached over, his bare fingers sliding over her skin, along her jaw and drawing her closer and closer until his lips brushed against her forehead and lingered for a long while against her skin.
His fingers were embedded in her hair and up against her head, pushing her closer. She pulled back, her eyes wide as she met his gaze. "So what?"
She only just got him back. She wasn't going to lose him now that she knew she wanted him. He was hers.
"Be a monster with me. Be with me," she whispered, pulling him closer. Her knees were digging into the splintered wood, likely to be painful had she not been finally wearing pants. "You make me better. I do good things when you are next to me."
"Do I?" Kakashi was unsure, he was doubting her and she wouldn't let him over a sack of shit like Mangetsu. "I haven't seen it."
Her face went cold. "I saw Rin." Her admittance made her heart go cold because she didn't like talking about Rin. She didn't like thinking about Rin. She didn't like his face when he heard her name. "Orochimaru brought her back to put me in the state you found me in."
She was gripping onto the hem of her top, wondering if her nails had already cut through the fabric of her gloves from her shaking palms. Kakashi didn't say anything, already knowing rarity of Anomie sharing anything.
"I thought if I found something he wanted, he could give her back to me." Anomie glanced up, taking in the way his beautiful face was illuminated in the shine of the setting sun. She reached forward, placing his face in between her palms. "I would have done it. Given him the very power to control a demon just to see her again. I didn't." She pulled him forward, so he could see her, really see her. "I didn't because of you. I didn't because you would have warned me against it. I didn't because you live in and love the village Orochimaru would have burned. I did not do it because I love you."
She had never said those words and meant them, really meant them, since long before her mother. "No. You don't." Kakashi's reply made her lips thin, since it was exactly what she said to him all those years back when he first told her he loved her.
"Were you just waiting all these years to say that? I was being serious and you're teasin-"
He reaches forward, pulling her lips to his. She inhaled his breath, squeezing his slightly damp hair in between her fingers. She dragged her palms up, scratching her nails into his scalp as his hands gripped her waist. She knocked his headband off with a smirk.
He flinched when she ran her fingers along the scar over his eye while he still closed it to hide Obito's Sharingan.
"It's beautiful. A mix of Obito's love and Rin's devotion, all in your face," she said, not warning him when she leaned up, pressing the rest of her small weight against him in order to press her lips against his closed eye. "It's a gift, not a curse."
His head leaned into her lips, his body freezing when he felt them run over his jaw and stop right as his lips. "Can't it be both?"
"Not to me," she whispered, finally running her fingers up his shirt and along his spine. It was innocent of a touch, except for her eyes.
"You are a plague of a girl," he whispered back.
"Side effects include no clothes." Anomie had a cheeky smile, and it melted his resolve until it was a puddle.
"You're funny," he whispered.
"Yeah. Seriously though," she commented, her lips curling as he smiled, showing off the slight dimples in his cheeks.
She couldn't take it for another moment. She moved forward, not hesitating to breath him in as if she were consuming him. He let her, he always let her even when she knew that he shouldn't. His hands snake around her waist, towards her hand where the bottle of gin was still in a secure lock. He grabbed it easily and tossed it in the wall behind him. It shattered into pieces against the ground, forcing her to break apart with pursed lips.
"Seriously?" Anomie said, but her words died at the look in his eyes. The intensity of desire was not something she was unfamiliar with, but it was rare for her to reciprocate it so greatly. "Immature."
He reached down and captured her lips again, his hands spreading through her hair as hers were shaky as she tried to undo his flak jacket. There was never a perfect time for them, so amidst the chaos, they managed to force one in.
Author's Note
Thank you for making it to the end. I wasn't sure about this chapter. However I did what I set out to do.
Anomie has a thing for saying what she needs to to make people move as she needs them to move. Like pieces in game. It's honestly her worst quality, and Kakashi does make her better. Except when he doesn't.
パンジー pansies represent the thoughts of lovers, shared before a word is spoken. In France, the pansy was said to be a charmed flower, possessing telepathic magic. Attending to the plucked bloom, you could hear your lover's thoughts.
