For once I felt like writing somethign an dposting it without wondering wether or not it sucked. So I wrote this in about 10 minutes and now Im posting it. Ive been angsting a hell of a lot lately, and am in no mood for pining over grammar or punctuation and stuff. I just drabbled like hell. Un-beta. xD; and this is what I got...

Ps- Omgxz NejiTen!111
The epitome of fitness and a handsome face to boot,
Kept safely behind the bars of restraint because feelings are useless and she wouldn't care anyway.
She's driving herself like you're driving yourself, like you drive each other, and you'll never stop to smell the roses, or the tears on her cheek when you turn her away or the sweetness to her breath when she screams into your shoulder.

Because everything is fleeting and the clock doesn't afford time for you to tarry in emotions

So you're driving each other to be the best and forget one another when really, to do so would be to have no thoughts at all.
I guess you haven't realized yet how much you really think about it, or how this really cant be love because love never hurts this bad, right?

It shouldn't, you told her after punching that hole in the doorframe and before pushing her up against the wall and taking possession of her lips- just another part to her that will never belong to anyone but you, but never really belong to you either.
The training session last night couldn't have gone a more misused if you tried, but you find you don't care when you wake up next to her and she feels small against your chest. Like she'd let you hold her forever.

Fuck, you breathe out six hours later and try to stop the blood, but it's not stopping, it's not stopping and there's nothing you can do. You're not sure if the medic nins arrived just in time or a second too late, mostly because its another ten hours before there's any word on her condition. Ten hours where your bars of restraint break so many different ways you think you yourself must be bleeding, but its not blood, it's a tear.

She had to almost die for you in order to get you going.
But at least now that you're going, you're going good, and you're not going to stop. Three words like those three can change things a whole damn lot so I suppose it's alright that you were shaking slightly when you said them. She didn't say them back. She wasn't awake yet. And when she woke up three days later and was perfectly alright she still didn't say them back and you didn't say them again- you had some training to do, right?

That training session went misused too. But again it doesn't matter when you wake up with her lips pressed to your neck, and she feels really small against your chest.

Like she'd let you hold her forever.