A/N: I really like this one. The amount of denial in this chapter is going through the roof. Pein, ladies and gentlemen.
Disclaimer: I'd like to think I own Naruto, but reality called, and said I didn't. Enjoy this today's installment of PFYT.
Pein - Rain
Word Count: 299
Maybe it was an obsession. But it's not.
I can't let it be. The rain is my obsession.
I will never love her like I love the rain.
She will never be like the rain.
She will never be as graceful as the rain, especially not when she seemingly dances through her battles in a flurry of fists and kicks.
She will never be as beautiful as the rain, especially not when a combination of blood, sweat, and rain runs down her face and body, her soaked red vest accentuating those sinful little curves of her slender silhouette.
She will never be as unforgiving as the rain, especially not when she smears the enemies' bodies at the bottom of the crater that she created with those petite hands of hers.
She will never be as soothing as the rain, especially not when those same hands are pumping silky, smooth healing chakra into my body. Those same hands that can make me shiver with the gentlest of touches, so feather-light and small that I was afraid I'd miss them.
She will never calm me like the rain does, especially not when I catch her singing softly by the riverside with her feet bare of the ninja sandals, dipping those elegant feet with the pretty little arches into the water. Not when I look up to her heart-shaped face and see a small smile playing upon her soft, pink lips. Not when I see her green, green eyes, shining as she looked around the peaceful environment surrounding her, then hiding them behind eyelids as she tilts her face towards the sun, letting the warm rays of light gently settle on her, illuminating her. Just like an angel, I thought.
No. She will never be like the rain.
She is the rain.
