The Goddess and Prince of Fire
Her breath was short and ragged as she stared at the man in front of her. He was tall and masculine. His midnight locks, always perfect, matching his perfect eye's, his white buttoned up shirt untucked, with his black tie loosened, and his black slacks with his black sneakers; knowing he would find her here for what he wanted.
"Please, Sasuke, I don't want to. Please don't do this," she whispered.
Sasuke stared at her, his eye's never wandering anywhere else. "Why won't you fight me?" he asked, shoving his hands in his pockets.
"Because I--please don't do this."
He hated how she would never fight him. If he was going to contain the rest of the powers, he was going to fight her fair; not kill her instantly, knowing he can if he pleased. He was the prince of fire, but she...She was the goddess. He, only containing one of the five powers. She containing the rest. He was going to get them now, whether she agreed to battle him or not.
He stared at her from afar, her long Indig
Fairah-chan
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