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callmelegion in kannagara_rpg

[log] after the walls fall

Sep 10, 2009 13:43

Who: Pain, Konan
Where/When: Konohagakure; on the morning when the marriage event has ended (September 3rd).
Status: Closed / Active
Style: Paragraph, switches between first/third/second person. May have many annoying stylistic flourishes, alas.
Warnings: Nagato misconstruing the world in his usual style. Angst. ABUNDANT :FFFF, and yes, the :FFFF ( Read more... )

~pain/nagato, *closed, !log, ~konan

Comments 11

papercutrose September 12 2009, 01:57:40 UTC

They are in Madara's house. Konan has become aware of this down to her hair follicles; they stand on end at the back of her neck. To her skin, which is crawling with the invisible electric charge of him. Madara. Madara and his entire family of irritating Uchiha ( ... )

papercutrose September 12 2009, 01:57:51 UTC

"Nagato." Warmly now. Because she feels affection for him easily, even when he's sitting out in the garden and kicking up a storm. And thinking something horrible, even though she doesn't know exactly what yet. Even when he's picking fights out of nowhere, snatching conflict from the jaws of mutually good relations, especially when she knows that she isn't really angry at him.

Madara, she thinks, was in her bed. All right, his bed. His house. But in her bed. A bed that she was in at the same time, and that Uzumaki was in, and that Nagato was in, and come to think of it, Nagato and Uzumaki had sex and she's pretty damn sure she didn't hallucinate that. She has an icy clear memory of it, Nagato bending down and the light on Uzumaki's face as he looked up.

She takes a moment to carefully wipe that image out of her immediate memory.

"Come in," she says. "It's getting cold. I'll make us tea, and you can make a fire. We can discuss it."

The moment stretches, the wind whipping the silence to and fro.

"What happened. Here."

callmelegion September 12 2009, 02:06:51 UTC

"I failed my mission, my comrades, peace, my ideals. You. Myself ( ... )

callmelegion September 12 2009, 02:07:12 UTC

Timeless hopelessness, sighing out under the flow of the rain.

If he is not strong enough now, then how can he ever be strong enough?

If, after all those years of protecting them, they have come here only to have their bodies violated?

Konan had been ---

Was fortunate enough to escape rape, or prostitution. Sexual slavery. What they saw all the time in their home country: every other girl, in those days. But not her. She had not had to become that. Yet here ( ... )

papercutrose September 12 2009, 02:24:59 UTC

Her response is immediate. As trained and reflexive as a taijutsu strike ( ... )