This is a NejiHina fic ---don't like the pair, don't read!
Reviews are always welcome, except the ones regarding incest!
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
One shot fic, based on my other fic "Between Heaven and Hell" and the song Black Tangled Heart from Silverchair.
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Maybe your luck has changed
Settle down
During our marriage there were times when I couldn't understand the man by my side.
Cold, stoic, arrogant. He never tried to change himself.
Not like I did.
Maybe I'm just deranged
And on the rebound
At first, I feared him. His blazing inner rage. His passion.
But he never touched me without asking first.
Never….even in that fateful fight years ago…
That time, he told me to retreat.
I didn't.
I never did. That is my nature.
Maybe love was the thing
Holding me back from all
He always asked first.
Always…except sometimes when he appeared in the bedroom door.
Staring me, he would lock the door and climb the bed.
Staring me, he would torn apart any piece of cloth I had covering my body.
Maybe I'm just the thing
To break my own fall
Without ask.
Without caress.
He kisses furiously my neck, my jaw.
Bite my ears, my skin, and my nipples.
I can feel the pain and blood.
I can feel the urgency in his needs.
Take the rope to my heart and fall
You may just be the last before you
See the black tangled heart fall
Without wait.
Without warn.
Without love.
He thrust inside me.
Increasing the rhythm by his own pace.
I moan and try to follow his moves.
I always try to please him.
Maybe departure's good
Makes room for more
Start to mass produce
For a chance to ignore
Forcing his lust.
Groaning at every move.
He possesses my body.
His pale eyes stare me during the whole process.
Never show any emotion. Any sign of why he is does that.
I close my eyes
And wait
Maybe you'll kill yourself
Before I get a turn
He continues without mercy.
My body complaining from the soreness
And yet, rejoicing from the pleasure.
I never ask to stop.
I never ask why.
I simply accept.
Maybe I'll fall in love
And never learn
I am his wife after all.
But when he reaches the climax, releasing his essence
He would look at me with sad eyes
And ask: Did I hurt you?
I always answer: No.
Even when he did.
Because I learned.
From other people.
That he always claimed my body like that
After a rather brutal mission
Take the rope to my heart and fall
You may just be the last before you
See the black tangled heart fall
Slaughter innocents
Massacre villagers
Arrive too late to save someone
Those are part of a shinobi life
And we have to face it
Even a genius like him
Even a failure like me
I accept his frustration in my body
Because deep inside I know
He is punishing himself
Take the rope to my heart and fall
You may just be the last before you
See the black tangled heart fall
I accepted punishment my whole life
For reasons far less nobles than this
From people only concerned in power and strength
People like he was in the past
But isn't anymore.
And I know that
Because after sex
He rests on my chest. His long dark brown hair fall like a veil.
And I can hear the muffled sobs.
He is punishing himself.