bloodlust
010. bloody
Red could mean many things. To Sakura, it meant love and passion. She wore it to match the bright splotches on Itachi's cloak. It reminded her of the man; powerful, graceful, and silent. She kissed him ardently; his cheeks, his fingers, his lips. He responded with minimal movement—but he responded, nevertheless.
Red stood for love and passion. And oh, were these feelings ever so clear right now.
Her fingers traced his face; his cheeks, his nose, his ears. He was such a beautiful man, in such a horrific way. She kissed him again, sighing contently when his arms snaked around her waist and pressed her body against his.
He had always had this unique smell to him. Like an apple, almost, but one that was much too ripe. Bittersweet, she would call it.
She could feel his fingernails pressing into her skin, slightly too hard for comfort. But she didn't mind—he did this all the time. It was a way of expressing passion. He had said that it was a habit.
His eyes were a deep crimson, spinning with his deadly Mangekyo Sharingan, but she locked her gaze with his fearlessly. This man was not like Sasuke. This man returned her feelings. His irises were a pure red, but in them, she did not see love and passion.
For Uchiha Itachi, red meant blood.
A/N: I mean, this is just a little, teeny weenie request, but review? If you liked it and you let me know, I'll write faster. :)