Disclaimer: I do not own Furuba…

Title: Skin so Soft

PoV: Akito

Category: Angst/Twisted Self-Love

A/N: This one-shot contains a major spoiler regarding Akito…so readers beware.

Skin so Soft

Skin so soft, you cannot keep your hands off of it. Fragile, broken and bloodied…it covers your body like a blanket. From head to the tips of your toes, calloused hands tease a precious measure of glorious pain.

This skin belongs to a God. A ruler of worthless cursed souls. There is no perfection, save my own. Black, deadened eyes survey my subjects. Their expressions show a measure of shock…and just a hint of fear. So…are they afraid of the truth? Don't they realize that they will be free when I die? Stupid fools! All they can do is gawk at my one imperfection.

Skin so soft, you cannot keep your hands off of it. Fragile, broken and bloodied…it covers your body like a blanket. It reeks of perfume and dried blood. It makes you retch if uncovered.

There is no release from this wretched role I am made to play. But would I want that release, if it were possible? And miss out on the lives of my children? I will fight to remain their God. What would they do without their God? Be happy, be free? That would be too good for them.

Skin so soft, you cannot keep your hands off of it. Fragile, broken and bloodied…it covers your body like a blanket. So will I cover them with perfection, hidden in an imperfect body. Feminine curves will forever hide the God within.