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He stared at his hands. No matter how many times he cleaned them, rubbed them raw, it never seemed that he could get them to come clean. He knew it was all in his head. There was no longer blood on his hands… physically at least. The reality was that the blood would always be there.
Throughout the years he worked to make up for the sins of his past. Those wild days far behind him. His eyes traveled up the flesh of his forearms. The charcoal black of the scripts were a stark contrast to his pale skin. They were his mantra, the path to the life he now led. He traded those wild days in for the solitude that now surrounded him.
It was a simple life. His days were devoted to prayer and service. When he wasn’t doing those he was tending to the gardens. He didn’t like the stillness of the day or night. It was in those moments when his mind would go back to his past. To his friends.
“It should have been me.” Kakashi sat on his knees, staring into the water. His reflection mocked him. The strings around his heart pulled. He would give anything to bring them back, to right the wrongs he had done.
“I wish I could change what happened.” Those words would seal his fate. He didn’t know who was listening at that moment.
A shiver ran up his spine. A sultry voice whispered into his ear.
“What would you give in return.” A long nail trialed up and down his neck. The swell of a chest pressed against his back.
“What?” He nearly stuttered. Not knowing if that his question was pertaining to the being pressed against him or her question.
“What would you give to have your wish come true.” Her breath tickled his ear. Curious he turned.
Before him was a woman, at least that was his first thought. As he looked closer he noticed the black horns stop her head, they weren’t large, more dainty if he had to say. They were a contrast to the petal pink hair that cascaded down her in waves. Her dress draped around her, the forest green making her look like a nymph. However, he doubted what stood before him was a nymph. He heard folk tales of the forest that surrounded the temple. How different spirits ran about looking for a human to toy with.
He knew he should watch his words closely, they could easily be twisted. The desire to see them again overtook logic.
“Anything.” It was true he would give anything to fix it.
Emerald green took in the man before her. She had to hide her glee. For years she had watched him. He fascinated her, she could sense that the temple was not where he belonged. Yet, he stayed true to the teachings of the monks. Never swaying from the path, up till now.
“Is your wish so important to you that you would be so careless with your words?” She had to make sure he understood what he was saying. The weight that his words carried.
“For them to be alive… yes.” His skin tingled as she trailed her hands up and down. He could feel her tracing the tattoos on his arms.
“Kakashi Hatake, the friend killer, would give anything to save his friends?” She had heard the stories of the man before her. However, it wasn’t the stories that she cared for. The weight of his actions when he was younger caused his aura to have a unique blend of colors. Vibrant blues, electric purple mixed with black and silver. She could tell he was broken, but she always loved broken things.
People called her a demon. An entity that feeds off the weak. She never saw it that way. Angles were always held in this shining light. Humans prayed to them, sought strength from them, but what did they give in return? Nothing. At least nothing for those who needed them the most. It seemed the moment a soul was deemed beyond repair the angles would toss them to the side. What good was it to fix the broken?
Sakura always thought the broken were the most beautiful. She was young when she started to collect the broken souls. All she wanted to do was fix them...heal them. The ache between her shoulder blades burned. She remembers the day her wings were ripped from her. The way she was left, abandoned. She never cared to keep the righteous on their path, instead she tried to mend the broken. It was forbidden to touch the broken. She was tossed from the heavens as punishment. Her punishment morphed her.
At first she was bitter. She found herself broken, just like those she wanted to help. The forest took her in. Slowly she helped the creatures of the forest, protecting them. At times a human would venture in, tossed from society. She couldn’t change her nature and found herself reverting to her old ways.
She found herself gluing her broken pieces together. Her horns became a representation of what she had been through. No longer were they her broken halo. If helping the hopeless was wrong she didn’t care. She would wear the horns like a crown.
When she first came across the silver haired monk she promised she would not give into her desires. She hungered for him. Craved to feel his body against hers, to mend him. Even in all his sin he was a holy man. She could see the light in him. Sakura didn’t want to taint what he worked so hard for.
But….
Then he whispered those words. She couldn’t resist her hunger for him any longer. However he had to know what he was giving up.
“I would give anything for them. I didn’t give them enough when they were alive. “ he felt a pull to the demon before him. She wasn’t like the stories he heard before. The moment he said he would give anything he knew what his fate would be. Yet, here she was making sure he meant it.
“Would you give yourself?” She knew she should walk away. Let him live the rest of his days mourning his friends, atoning for his sins.
“Yes.” He would give everything to her.
Soft lips pressed against his. Her hands strong as she pulled him in. He gave in. Their bodies molded against each other. She tasted divine.
He was consumed by her. Time became irrelevant. All that mattered was the feeling of being with her. He made sure to explore every dip, every mark on her skin. She did the same.
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Gray eyes took in the children running near the forest’s edge. Their laughter warmed him. He could see their parents in the distance.
Arms warped around his waist. He could feel her rest her head on his shoulder. She must be standing on her tiptoes, he chuckled to himself.
“Do you regret giving yourself to me?” She asked him frequently. Over the years the question had become less frequent, but he knew she still worried. He looked at the family before him. Obito gave Rin a kiss on the forehead as their children ran around them.
“Never.” He gathered his pink haired demon into his arms, careful of her growing bump.
“I’d do it all over again.”