i. sweet nothing (r)

[minakami shū]

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[classy=text] They had been shouting at one another for a significant amount of time, unable to completely understand what the other was thinking. They had words that required saying, they had pain buried in their chest. He hadn't been able to talk to her during the previous campaign, though after they had made it out alive he was capable of confronting her. He wasn't affectionate - she had hurt him with words, spat upon his name, and even ridiculed him. The most he could do was grab her by the neck and toss her, hard, into the sand until it rose into a dust cloud and a fit of coughs from both participants of this endearing reunion. The physical attraction hadn't been enough for neither of them. The lust for each others fragrance was masked beneath an eerie kink for sadism and masochism. They took turns, berating the other and hurting -- she bit him, he grabbed her by her hair and threw her away. Grabbed her by her wrists as she stood with a kunai in hand, rage filled eyes pouring into him with murderous intent. His breath was shaky, his voice hitched under the stress she brought him. Stress that he had escaped for some time. It all came back with one single meeting, one single realization that he could never escape his love. "How can you talk!? How can you try and judge me, Zinaida, when you left your children!? Left your children to rot in a place that is mostly smoldering rock!? You are a hypocrite!" he bellowed at her as she struggled against his grip, their eyes meeting as he glared back his own disgust. He couldn't believe half the crap she did sometimes, she was just an unbelievable, unpredictable piece. [/classy]

LAIKA OF GS!

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The Kunai is an elegant shape. Its lines are straight, receding into an eloquent tip. The rings at the ends were comfortable loops for her fingers, but she held the cold metal now like a dagger. Her knuckles were white, and her heart beat with a new, glorious knowledge. There was a dead light in her eyes as she beheld her husband, and the truth she swallowed made her stomach nearly as sick as before.

Marriage was a partnership, a tit-for-tat enterprise, and she would return all of his heated words with a cold disrespect. She would not bite her tongue. Not this time. Not in this vast, open desert where it, for once, felt safe to shout. There were too many things to love, to hate, and to fear in the Suna she came from, but right here, there was just one.

"I left my children?!? I? You stupid man, let me go--!" Zinaida was trying to pull his hands off of her wrists, staring the bleached devil in the face.

"Do you know what it is to be your widow, Shiro? To have the clan's shame and defeat shoved down my throat by their fancy chuunin--They used me as their little wench princess, the first wife of a dead man. They invaded your home, slept in your bed, ate and drink from your cellar, and every day, I do not know what they will do to my son or me. I was not capable of protecting all of the children. They were all so stubborn, and I could not hide some of them away in time," she said, her voice weakening and shivering.

"I could not contact the others. I could not send messages anywhere. Somehow, luck be have it, I got away, and if I could have found my brother, I would have made them pay--But I found you instead right here! Ha! Just a stroll down the road! Hahaha!" She laughed in the freedom of the desert, perhaps, like he had been able to for the past three years.

"I will glutton myself with judging you! I will think the absolute worst of you!" She shoved her entire weight behind the little kunai, despite his grip, tit-for-tat. This sensation about his presence that made her just want to collapse--she choked it down like she swallowed this ugly truth, and then, she stamped at it like both their feet in the dust. She was lost and disorientated, and whatever didn't make sense could just die. "Go ahead! Kill me if I am a traitor for it!"

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