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Tears of Blood
By : SultrySundina
Category: +. to F > Blade of the Immortal
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Tears of Blood (My Story Arc: Finale to Blade of the Immortal):

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Chapter 14: Cold and Dead; Like Stone

Anotsu peered over at Makie. Her naked pale form was splendid to behold; her ivory flesh flushed with desire's aftermath. She was strong. Stronger than he could have ever hoped for in a companion. Her skill in both battle and pillowing left him breathless. She was his undoing; his one true guilty pleasure: Death and life all in one, but as strong as he knew she was, she was frail. She was more frail than anything really. She was weak, and she was frail. She was strong, beautiful; frail and full of sadness and sickness: She was hideous and beautiful to him all at the same time. She was perfection and imperfection. Death and life. Day and night; everything he could hate, and everything he could love. She was his and his alone now. He would kill any other man who dared to lay a finger on her. He shifted his gaze to the window and was slightly relieved that the storm had finally passed, but night was descending quickly. They would have to spend one more night here.

Makie stared up at the ceiling of the small hut only she and Anotsu occupied. Megatsu had caught up with them days earlier, but left again just as quickly as he had arrived. She had taken her time meeting with Anotsu; her body was not able to make the journey as quickly as she had hoped so she had to rest a few times along the way. She had bodyguards with her, at Anotsu's command, but they were not Anotsu; they were not even comparable. She hated being even the tiniest bit frail, but how her body was now, how she was sick almost every day now, made her hate herself even more. She could not allow herself to be weak. He needed her, he had already asked for her strength and she would not betray him. She peered over at Anotsu; he was looking out the window, his gaze cooly fixed on something, or nothing, outside.

"Is it still storming?" Makie hesitantly questioned, fearful to break his concentrated gaze.

Anotsu's gaze never wandered as he replied, "No, the storm has passed."

Makie decided he seemed at least partially open to conversation as he was not making a move to seem aggravated or annoyed with her speaking, "When do you wish to press on?"

"Morning, but only if you can. Do not push yourself." He still did not look at her.

"I will be fine. We should have enough supplies to last for a week."

He looked at her as though to protest, but instead only nodded, a look of slight concern starting to shadow his icy features. He turned back to the window and kept his gaze there, he did not want to let her see his concern.

Makie wanted so badly to be in his arms. Every time after they made love he would always get up and dress, never stay in bed with her. Always the vigilant watcher. There was always something he was watching, whether if there was anything there or not made no matter; he never stopped watching something, anything. Was he watching her? Was he watching over her and making sure she was strong? Was she a distraction? Could he not bare to look at her? Was she imagining he had feelings for her? Was she imagining him even being there?

She could feel her mind taking her down a path she was too often familiar with. She looked down at her hands, her skin was so pale, she was so frail. Was she really going to be able to be strong? Was she lying to herself, to Anotsu? Was this all some cruel dream: Some vivid imaginary place that her mind allowed her to have, only to steal it away from her any instant when she was so weak she would no longer protest to the dream crumbling at her very feet? Why was she allowing herself such a wonderful and horrible place of sanctuary? Why was her mind being so cruel; and yet so kind to her?

Anotsu was the one man she knew she would die for. The one man she knew she loved, and hated for that very reason. She was at his mercy. No matter how she tried to deny herself him, in the end he always won. He always brought her back to his side. She had tried to leave; tried to escape but he had trapped her, embraced her, time and time again. Capturing her with his words, his emotionless face: No, his nearly emotionless face, except when he was alone with her. He captured her by speaking to her words of comfort, words of empathy. She was weak against him.

Anotsu entranced her with sparks of emotions that only she was allowed to see, to witness. She was captured and would not be allowed free. She was his, and she would remain his until death, and even then she would always be his. Never free; no never. Never free from this torment. He wanted her for her strength, but could he love her for her frailty? Could he love her as she loved him? Could he love her even though she was not really strong like he thought she was? Could he love her even though her strength was continuously growing to show itself as being false? Could he love someone so frail and despicable? She was not worthy of his love, she was not worthy of anything he gave her, but she could not help but want it; cherish it. Everything he gave to her; every fleck of emotion he bestowed upon her she was thankful for, but still fearful that he would deny her it in the end. She was afraid some day he would see her for what she thought she truly was; weak, frail and hideous.

Makie looked back up at Anotsu. She wondered what he was thinking, staring out the window. What could the only man who had been able to steal her heart but still act as stone possibly be thinking in that calculating and stone cold mind of his? Did he think of her? Did he think of someone or something else? Was it life? Death?...Makie thought for a moment; Death: The one thing she could almost be sure he thought of. Did he wish for it? Did he long for it? She wanted so badly to just go over to him and hold him. She wanted to make sure he was there, and not some mirage; some figment of her imagination brought on by sickness and loneliness; by love. Then he turned to look at her and once again her very thoughts were shattered by the sign of a simple emotion from him: He smiled at her.

Anotsu's smile was faint and barely visible, but it was there, and it was real. Makie was not used to this cold man showing much emotion, but hidden beneath that smile was a small glimpse of emotion that he would let only her see. She was the only one that he would let beneath his shell. To her, he was not the stone cold, deadly assassin that everyone else saw. To her, he was desire, compassion and joy. To her, he was her saviour. Makie raised her hand and held it out to him; afraid in the instant to do so: Afraid that her dream may crumble and he would not really be there, smiling at her. However, she could not resist the urge to offer him her hand to welcome him back to her side, to her bed; in hopes he was real.

Anotsu looked at the ivory outstretched hand held to him. He could see the emotion building in Makie's eyes; the worry. Her hand was slightly shaking: With fear or with frailty? If it was fear, what was she afraid of? Was there a difference in fear and frailty? Was there really any other emotions people showed him though? Everyone was either weak and showed fear, or simply just showed how frail they were by allowing themselves to just simply feel. Could he allow himself to feel? Could he allow himself to be frail around her? Did he have a choice?

Before he realized it, no matter how sickening her frailty or fear were to him, they had also captured him; taken him further into her spell. Woven deeply around him and bound him with silence and wonder. Her frailty and sickening fear were her strength and beauty to him. She was everything he hated, everything he loathed: Everything he never knew he needed, desired. Could he trust the one woman he knew could kill him in an instant, even in her frailest moment? Could he keep her close even though he knew her death could kill him as well? Could he allow himself to be weak around her? How could this one woman make him loathe her; love her? He took her hand in his without a word. For now, he would allow her spell to envelope him. One more night, he told himself, would make no difference. She was his wife now after all; was this not his right? He looked into her eyes and he was captured again.

No, he realized, as she peered up at him, a smile gracing her full, blushing lips, she was not his right. She was the one holding the key, and she had unlocked every last aspect of him. She had stripped him bare and there would be nothing he could do if she were to bleed him dry right here and now. He would be powerless to stop her: He, the man known for his killing instinct. He, Anotsu Kagehisa, known to be a rock, would be helpless to this one woman. She could kill him in more ways than he cared to imagine. Even her bed was his death: A death, he realized, he would gladly relive each and every night of his life if it were possible. A death he would relive this very moment if her body allowed him to indulge once more
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Tears of Blood	By : SultrySundina Category: +. to F > Blade of the Immortal Views: 1863 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Tears of Blood