A/N: Hey, everyone. :D I wrote another Royai fic! And a sad one at that...It reflects my innerself. I just wish I had someone to pull me out of this...haha...
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JAMBI
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She had long forgotten what it felt like to be locked in a loving embrace, but when her Colonel called her into his arms, she could not deny him that one simple thing. He entangled his fingers in her silky, golden hair, and his body trembled and quaked with soft, choked sobs. She only had the slightest idea of what pain he was experiencing, and figured that she could not be of much use besides just being there. He clutched her like she was the only way out of the hell that he was currently immersed in, like he was being tortured mercilessly, and she was his only hope of salvation. She could cleanse his sins, she could purify his blood-stained hands.
"Shoot me, Hawkeye," his voice, raspy from sobs, spoke. He lifted his head from where it had been splayed across her chest, and his eyes firmly attached to hers. "Kill me. Please."
Shocked into speechlessness, she merely ran her fingers through his messy hair, and brought her lips down to his forehead. "No," she said, "That wouldn't solve anything."
"But it would!" His gaze faltered, before dimming completely as he released a hiss of emotional agony. "Dammit, Hawkeye...Why do you have to be so god-damn stubborn!?"
The harshness of his comment wracked her heart, and she hesitated, taking a step back. Obviously, he regret those words, as he seized her wrists, and yanked her back towards him. He pressed his forehead to her collarbone, and soaked her untainted, milky flesh with his tears.
"Why?" He sobbed. "Why..."
"Because," she said soothingly, lips pressed to his ear. "Because I swore to protect you, and to go ahead and shoot you would break my promise. I would never forgive myself.
"Just because you are feeling this pain, doesn't mean that you can't emerge from it anew. I'll hold your hand...I'll be your guide...We'll get through it together."
He cautiously glanced up at her, his eyes large and unsure like a child's.
She smiled warmly, and their lips locked. The need sank in, and he grasped her tightly, practically branding the imprint of his lips onto hers. The kiss was searing and passionate, like a dancing flame. He didn't want to let go, even if his life depended on it.
Because she swore to protect him. To always be on his side, even when the rest of the world had turned against him with the waves of time. She would defy fate, and defy whatever force stood in her way. She would always be his.
END.