Will have three (or more, though I doubt it) segments featuring Pein and Konan. Also, for those who are wondering… these quotes find me, not the other way around. :D
Disclaimer: I suppose since these are required, I must say, "I do not own anything of this fic but the idea!"
ix — fallacies
Feeling the sensation of coarse fingers sliding down her cheek, Kagome stirred awake. Her eyes fluttered open, and it was then that she vaguely realized she were leaning her body against that of another's—more solid and masculine.
"…mm?" she hummed groggily.
"Forgive me," spoke an apologetic baritone, "I hadn't meant to disturb your slumber."
Kagome sluggishly raised her chin, and her gaze was reciprocated by the one of disembodied gray eyes.
They evoked a profound visceral effect to surface from within the depths of her subconscious; though strangely, the forlorn impression promptly sank and dispersed again.
It had gone as quick as it came.
Her parched mouth was gaping open, her brain struggling to formulate the coherent string of words she had originally intended for.
"My Goddess," Pein enunciated ruthlessly, clear and unmistakeable, as he fondled her raven hair.
A searing bolt of lightning, terrifying because she could hardly comprehend it in its grave significance, shot through her disoriented mind.
—but all her concerns seemingly vaporized, and the taut coils in her shoulders unwound themselves.
A faraway smile suffused her face and her eyes were glossy as she peered up at the shinobi.
Suddenly she knew him, and adored him. "Pein-sama…"
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Konan watched with a stoic expression from the other end of the dungeon, her concealed hands curling into fists.
Are you truly content with this, Pein?
Belief in the absence of illusions is itself an illusion.
—Barbara Grizzuti Harrison
Author's Note: Yes, we could say (hint!) that there is a 'trigger word' ingrained in Kagome here.