No. Not a fucking chance.

He finds it dumbfounding, standing battered and bathed in blood, his heart racing from being out of breath as he used the Ame no Habakiri to its limits along with the Hanakage and his body. Facing an army of enemies who dared to touch even a strand of her hair. He disliked it, someone eyeing that was his.

The carnage set in front of her, behind him as he faced her head on. Not even all of them combined could outstand the Akuma Ninja's wrath.

All for her.

An exhale pours over his lips, his grip on his weapon loosening until it fell onto the blood stained grass. His body moved on its own towards her. Taking hazy steps until he was right infront of her, his body looming over her. The scent of blood on him was evident, even his tiredness.

"You..." He mutters, his eyes scowling as he looked down on the tiny lady right in front of him.

"What are you doing to me?" He grunted, his arms taking each side of her shoulders—his touch surprisingly gentle as his thumbs circulated around her shoulders.

She had him all wrapped around her fingers. As if all his damn mind could think of was her and not the power he's been craving. It's almost as if he was craving her more than the power he always lusted over.