The Tenth Akatsuki

Chapter Seven: A Confession of Love

The next day, after all the fighting dwelled down, all the chaos ended, I could finally spend some unsurmountable time with Konan. I looked at her as we walked down, overlooking the sunset and the lake, mesmerized by her gaze and her company. We were lost in our own thoughts for so long, our own mentality, that I was overjoyed when God gave us our most precious gift, finding the thing that means the most in each other. We sat over the ever glazing frost that over casted that morning, with minder in the decaying sun. As the radiation seeped from the sun into us, we could feel the smoldering warmth relax our bodies. We sat there and talked for hours, even though it seemed like minutes, as we rhythmically laughed to our own tempo. My desire was ignored, my desire to be more intimate with Konan, because the only thing that mattered was her presence, her liveliness, her expression. I felt my thoughts squander away, like I had to tell her nothing but the truth. Everything was so comfortable, I could feel my body manipulated to her liking, and she was attracted to my personality. She was attracted to who I am, and that is our potion of love. 

That was the best moment of my whole life, the best memory, because I'm paralyzed by her love, her conviction to give me my worth, who I am, and I gave her all of me, all I have to offer. That's when she understood me, loved me, sympathized with me, and when she comforted me all my previous terror, my anxiety, my worry, it all went away, because the touch of a woman is an angel, it is God's gift. 

The touch of a woman is innocent, beauty, love, and everything positive in between. It is God's heavenly gift, and no matter how you describe it, the touch is insurmountable to the truth. No matter how detailed, how intricate you describe the touch, it will always undermine the truth. 

Konan is the wings that makes me fly, I know that she is my guardian angel, and that I can trust her. In the most desperate point in my life, my most desperate hour, she is there to carry me. I don't need a real woman, a wife, because even in this unforgiving world, the treatment I don't deserve, and even myself having to experience near death, doesn't matter. Why should I care about darkness when Konan gives me light? 

When me and Konan sat on the bench, laughing and talking by the lake, I felt time not stop, but accelerate. I concentrated and tried to slow myself down, but my head was busy spinning from all the talking and laughing. Finally, time accelerated to a speed that even affected a strong woman like Konan, and she sat there silently. She quickly pulled me in and kissed me hard, and time instantly stopped, like she had complete control. My mind felt like an endless cascade that quickly stopped, and my control deepened to an exponential level as I took in every mesmerizing atom of her body. In reality it was quick, but mentally when Konan kissed me I could feel her manipulating my mind as it concluded into a submission of peace, and afterwards I was everlastingly satisfied. 

I relied on her in various positions, but she was always there. Konan rested her head against my shoulder, and then our bodies. As we were sleeping together for what seemed like days later, Konan always became a part of me, giving me wings to help me soar over all the disgust, giving me wings to make me a better person, and giving me wings so I can realize that I will always have an angel on my side. Thank you Konan for taking care of me, loving me, and supporting me. 

I woke up in the Akatsuki base, excited about my birthday. I got out of bed and stood there in the hallway. I was holding a red rose I got from the flower shop to give to Konan, the flower being an offering of love. Konan later floated in with her hair being a little bit longer. She had on a gold paper flower with green clippings below the flower, orange lipstick, a white piercing below the lips instead of a black one, red earrings, a green dress, white paper curtains that went over her arms to look like a goddess, a snake bracelet that covered her wrist area, long purple nails, her white kanji ring, a necklace piece that seamed her dress together, and green high heels. I was wearing a black suit with the white paper flower that Konan gave to me attached to it. When I gave Konan the red flower she kissed me and held the rose in her left hand elegantly.