Disclaimer: The characters of Naruto belong to Masashi Kishimoto, but the universe is all mine.
You are mine.
Slick fingers drop a twitching carcass to the wet grass. Shining lines and flaring candles cast light and shadow into hard jade eyes.
I am yours.
Stars drown in inky blackness as the moon is swallowed by a crimson shade. The wind that had lashed pink locks into her pale face and across chanting lips stills upon the cooling diagram.
A nervous tongue slips out to moisten chapped lips. Her breathing sounds harsh in the sudden silence.
Coated in lifeblood, her eyelids close out the gore, the altar, the cold, and the light. A deep breath expands her aching ribcage and a hand flutters towards her hip.
Lips part, air expels. Her voice is commanding, imploring, pleading.