How to Remember
And the Anko/Raidou love continues!!!
I'm having fun with these two...
Anko's memory is inked in poison black on the side of her neck. She never looks at it in the mirror, never lets her hand touch it unless it begins to throb. Because if it throbs, he is near.
Raidou's memory claws its way over the left side of his face. He used to stare into the mirror. He has since stopped. Sometimes he wakes in the moments before dawn, certain the jounin is standing over him once again.
Anko never lets Raidou touch the curse mark. When his lips slide through the air above her skin, he holds his breath. Raidou doesn't dare breathe, the slightest sensation and she will be out of his arms and gone.
When he first asked Anko to dinner, he assumed she would laugh him off. Not to be mean, but, well, it was Anko. He did not expect her to smirk and inquire what time he would pick her up.
Anko traces the ridges of scar tissue across his nose, down his cheek to his neck, trailing over his shirt where they lie hidden by cloth. She vaguely remembers when he was brought in, the whispers slinking through the ranks about the mission that had gone so horribly wrong. The first time she kissed him, her hand rose to cup his left cheek. Raidou turned to stone in her arms.
Raidou nuzzles her right shoulder, pulling her tighter against his body. He has only touched the curse mark once. Lying to Shizune about how he had broken his jaw was something he did not care to experience again. Anko had been waiting for him when he finally escaped the hospital. She held a stick of dango as a peace offering.
Anko decided that Raidou was too nice a guy for her. She tried to tell him to go, only to find he was as stubborn as he was nice. When Raidou demanded an explanation, all she could say was, “I have too many ghosts.”
Raidou remembers the amazed look on her face when he replied, “Then I'll call for an exorcist.” He hasn't had to make that call just yet.
I'm having fun with these two...
Anko's memory is inked in poison black on the side of her neck. She never looks at it in the mirror, never lets her hand touch it unless it begins to throb. Because if it throbs, he is near.
Raidou's memory claws its way over the left side of his face. He used to stare into the mirror. He has since stopped. Sometimes he wakes in the moments before dawn, certain the jounin is standing over him once again.
Anko never lets Raidou touch the curse mark. When his lips slide through the air above her skin, he holds his breath. Raidou doesn't dare breathe, the slightest sensation and she will be out of his arms and gone.
When he first asked Anko to dinner, he assumed she would laugh him off. Not to be mean, but, well, it was Anko. He did not expect her to smirk and inquire what time he would pick her up.
Anko traces the ridges of scar tissue across his nose, down his cheek to his neck, trailing over his shirt where they lie hidden by cloth. She vaguely remembers when he was brought in, the whispers slinking through the ranks about the mission that had gone so horribly wrong. The first time she kissed him, her hand rose to cup his left cheek. Raidou turned to stone in her arms.
Raidou nuzzles her right shoulder, pulling her tighter against his body. He has only touched the curse mark once. Lying to Shizune about how he had broken his jaw was something he did not care to experience again. Anko had been waiting for him when he finally escaped the hospital. She held a stick of dango as a peace offering.
Anko decided that Raidou was too nice a guy for her. She tried to tell him to go, only to find he was as stubborn as he was nice. When Raidou demanded an explanation, all she could say was, “I have too many ghosts.”
Raidou remembers the amazed look on her face when he replied, “Then I'll call for an exorcist.” He hasn't had to make that call just yet.