Moderately quick update is moderately quick! :) Um, yes, for all you who voted for number 2 and 3, I am working on it, but this idea clawed itself into my brain and wouldn't let go. At. All.

So more deliciously awful darkfic for me :P

Also here's to 4ever-disturbed and Yue who actually wanted this kinda fic ;)

And thanks to everyone who reviewed last chapter as well, I feel so cherished! :D

/Promo time!/ I hope to soon be posting the first chapter of my new Gakuen Alice fic, "Laws of attraction" (probably) which will be both Natsume x Mikan and chaptered, so here's to hoping you all will check it out when it's up :D /end of Promo/

Edit: Extra shout for CraziCrystral, also another voter fo' number one :D

The Hero doesn't knock on the door of the Heroine, because he knows it will be unlocked. If it wasn't then the Heroine knows that he would simply burn it down, because as everyone knows nothing can stand between a Hero and his Heroine.

The Heroine stands in the doorway of her bedroom, her hair loose and soft brown tendrils curling delicately around the sides of her face. She is dressed in a white nightgown, the colour innocence and purity, and the Hero observes this with sick irony.

The Hero runs to her and kisses her passionately, his hands holding her face to his and his lips pressed against hers, he twists his head and their lips part: a cinematic sequence any director would be proud to show flickering onto a projector screen.

The Heroine takes an unsteady step back and the Hero takes one forwards, he is strong, he is fierce, and he is not afraid. He takes another step forwards and she stumbles, but the Hero's arms are there to catch her and squeeze her delicate form to his.

The Heroine's arms hang motionless by her side. She had not expected him to come, but here he is, and as he pushes her further into the bedroom, her hands remember their blocking and wrap around his arms, which are strong from fighting and missions.

The Hero is powerful and overbearing, and bites the Heroine's lower lip softly as he wraps his arms tighter around her and lifts her off her feet, pressing her body to his as he carries her to the bed.

The Heroine makes a show of struggling, but it is the kind of struggle that exists only for show, and she falls limp, becoming docile as he throws her on the bed and descends on her.

The Heroine tries to keep herself dignified and clasps the material of her nightdress to her body as the Hero tangles his hands in her hair. But the Hero will not stand for it and tears the material from her, his arousal already poignant and brushing against her legs.

A few sparkling tears appear in the corner of the Heroine's eyes as the Hero wraps her legs around his waist and forces himself inside her, but the Hero forgets to kiss them away tenderly and whisper soft, doting apologies.

Instead he just continues thrusting and takes his pleasure from her, all the images of his terrible past and lifestyle fading as he concentrates on her: her feel, her smell, the sound of her breath as he forces it from her.

The Heroine stares at the ceiling as he heaves over her and lets her fingertips trace slowly down his back, running over old scars and new burns.

The Hero should always be in love with the Heroine, but he doesn't know if he is.

Perhaps he just loves what she can do to him, making him forget about every dark and horrible thing he's ever seen or done.

The Heroine should be in love with the Hero, but she still doesn't know if it's the Hero she wants or his best friend.

But she knows what the Hero goes through, so will give up whatever she can to help him.

If it's her body, she will do that, even when she's only fourteen and barely understands it all.

If it's a chance of happiness with his caring best friend, she will do it, even if she has to deliberately hurt him in the process.

Even if it's not being able to talk with other girls about going on dates, being given flowers, or getting presents from her boyfriend, because she doesn't have one… at least, not a real one.

She will do these things because she is the Heroine, so she must save the Hero.

Even when she is just about to go to bed and he storms into her room smelling of smoke and blood and makes violent love to her without ever saying a word. Even if she doesn't want to. And even if that is technically rape.

She will do it.

She will do it because if the Heroine can't save him, then who can?

Yeaaaa, not very happy… (ducks)

It's ironic really, because I can write stuff like this soooo much faster than happy-sappy-lemons. (But I assure you, it is being written and is on it's way!)

Maybe I'm just a horrible person :P