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Title: Emotional Landslide, Physical Terms.
Pairings: Nagato/Konan.
Notes: For Amber, THE KIDDY PORNZ IS COMING. D:
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Sorrow is what makes us, and what condemns us.
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"Nagato..." He's sick with a fever. She's pushing her fingers through that red hai, so violent and burning, sticky and damp with sweat.
He's reaching for her, he can't see her (his angel, his everything). It's like the first time, like every time, when they are all that's left.
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It's Yahiko's words coming out of Nagato's mouth. (God, I will be God.)
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He defined them; he made them. Gave them his purpose. It was all he could in the end. Reckless Yahiko, stupid Yahiko. Dead Yahiko. Dead, and it's their entire fault.
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The hand is moving up her side, slow, inside her coat. It's Yahiko's hand. Maybe that's why they always do this in the dark. See no evil, speak no evil.
The coat is pushed back, the air is cold. But he is colder. (No warmth in the dead. No warmth.)
She kisses him, has to initiate it because he wouldn't dare. He's so slow and soft (so very not like Him: He was never slow and He was never soft. But then, there had never been this.)
Then against his piercings, just as cold as the rest of him. That metallic tang, its just enough to remind her of blood.
"Konan."
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Nagato's words coming out of Yahiko's mouth. (God, I am God.)
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That's why it's always dark: because it might just consume them both.
She stills at the word. She's done this a hundred times before. She still doesn't know what name to reply with. Speak no evil.
There is no evil in this. She says nothing, again.
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They never wanted this. But there is no other way. The pain that defines them demands it. Validation, vindication.
Justification.
It's always been just that. Justification.
(But never for Absolution.)
God is never wrong and Angels do not sin. There is nothing to be sorry for.
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It's hard not to cry, not when he's smiling like that. He only smiled that when it was just them. (Just us.)
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Nagato never smiles for Konan, not anymore. Yahiko does. In the dark when they are touching. (There, Yahiko. Can you see? You're part of us still; keep smiling for us. Yahiko, keep dreaming.)
She opens her mouth against his neck, she bites, just lightly and licks over it. (It doesn't matter how hard she bit him, no matter how much she soothed it as well: it never shows up.) She hears them groan and she smiles (still with us, never going to leave us). Working her way down, pulling his coat away and tugging his shirt up to press another kiss over his exposed stomach, down lower, to the waist of his pants, and stops.
His hands rest on her shoulders.
"Konan." She looks up and Yahiko is smiling. She begins to undo his fly.
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