What Is Art When You Cannot Feel? 9 (Sai Romance)

I remained training for hours and hours. Sweat fell from my body; my arms were sore from swinging my weapon so much. I felt my nerves ripping as I swung it several more times before I threw my weapon a the wall. It indented as everyone stood and applauded me. I walked over and gripped my weapons handle and pulled it out. I wiped the falling sweat off of my body while I pushed past everyone. Everyone looked confused at my more cold behavior. I couldn't name one drawing. One simple word, I couldn't think of anything to name them! The sun was setting as I walked past her spot again. There she was, training. I saw her eyes show small pain as she flexed her muscles with her scythes. She is such an idiot! I saw her coughing as her blood splattered against her weapons. She knelt to the ground as she staggered to her feet again and went to attack the metal covering the tree. I quickly jumped in, smacking her hands. She gasped as her weapons stabbed into the ground, away from her. I couldn't take it anymore! I didn't want her to feel such pain. I didn't want to see her suffering so much. I didn't want more blood coming from her lips and falling to the ground. I dont want her to be a shinobi anymore. I bet it's her life; it's her ambition, but I don't want to see her like this! The look of killing in her sweet eyes. She was human, she should act it! She quickly went to throw a kunai at me as I grabbed the kunai pouch and threw it away from her also. She was vulnerable, besides her darkness. It was as if I wasn't here; I was just watching how the man took away her weapons so easily and thought these thoughts. I was a ghost in his head as the man reached out to grab her. She tried to run from him as she went to do a jutsu to escape or to hold me off. Her eyes were surprised as the man pushed her to the tree. He held her in place; having her trapped between his body and the tree. He stared at her as he held her hands above her head. I snapped back, realizing that the man who held so much hate and worriment was me. My eyes became less hazy and dazed; I stared at her, more clearly. I held her and dropped her hands. I was surprised she didnt try to escape from me. I raised my hand as I wiped away the remnants of dried blood from her pink lips. "Please, stop." I spoke in a tone I thought was long gone from me. I had used that tone when I was little. I had used that tone when I begged my brother to not die yet. The tone of a scared child that wanted no more violence and blood to be spilled. A child who only wanted to hide in the corner and rock back and forth, holding their teddy bear. For someone to hold them and tell them it was only a nightmare; that the world isn't really like this. I didn't want her to be like this. "Please, stop, Yami...." I spoke again as I fully wiped away the blood on her lips. Her brown eyes stared at me; silence around as us I rubbed her cheeks gently. Her eyes closed slowly as I bent down to her lips. "Just... stop. I hate seeing you suffer." Her eyes opened as I spoke it. It was true, I meant it. My lips pressed against hers quickly as I felt the wave of shock energy explode in my body. I heard her gasp. Did she feel it too? I wrapped my arms around her; pulling her fragile body to me. She felt slightly weak from training so much; I told her to stop. Why is she so stubborn?! The kiss was slow and gentle. Her lips were so soft; and like her hair, it felt like silk. I pushed her as close as possible as our bodies attracted the heat we were giving off. The heat from her body came to mine; the heat from my body went to hers. I cupped her face as I increased the passion.
rest in results.
I never knew that a kiss could feel wonderful.... That kissing her would feel so... right. Her hands wrapped around my neck; I smiled in the kiss. It was the first smile I had let on in a long time.... She smiled a grin in the kiss. The first grin she has ever let out. I was honored that it was for me....