"Just... let me kill you." Itachi murmured, pulling out a katana, and gently waving it towards Naruto. "It'll be a quick death." Naruto 'watched' him, though his head was facing away from Itachi, he could feel the younger's chakra running lazily over his form before retreating back to the vessel. The chakra didn't completely fade, outlining Naruto's form in an invisible shield, humming quietly and steadly evaporating at the elbow.

"Hm," Naruto said, running his tongue against his bottom lip, quirking his head and turning to Itachi. "Come here."

The Uchiha lingered for a moment at his position just past the door frame of the 'testing' laboratory, almost hesitating before coming closer. He walked slowly, feeling the need to warn Naruto of his approach.

Impatient as always, Naruto raised a hand, feeling for the plush layered silk of Akatsuki robes; heavy duty sewing at the seams- clouds artfully sewn on, slippery slick satin against the softness of the black silk base. Nimble fingers found overlapping cloth, loosening fastenings before running palms over a chakra enhanced, silver ANBU vest. A thick, meshy cotton shirt ran, clinging tightly to shoulders and forearms. Pale skin pulled over lithe muscles, made more for speed than strength, slim fingers with blunt violet-black nails twitched slightly at the curious touch.

Naruto tapped the hem of the ANBU vest, pressing fingers into the small space between fabric and skin, caressing Itachi's navel, pausing before heading down to the katana hanging firmly on a concave hip. Slightly clawed fingers gripped the long handle as Itachi placed his hand over Narutos, looking into the whiskered face, watching a pink tongue tease small sharp fangs.

There was another pause, before Naruto slipped his hand out of the deceptively gentle grip of the Uchiha, placing his hand back on top of Itachi's; guiding pale fingers to pull the katana out of its red bamboo holster.

It slid out easily, molding perfectly into the hands of the nin despite the akward grip they had on the top of the handle. Naruto's other hand lifted to Itachi's back, stroking, caressing the cloth there carefully. Itachi licked his lips hastily, watching the sword move slowly-- so slowly- from its holster and turning the katana, the tip passing Itachi's chest to rest, quavering slightly, on Naruto's jacket.

In one quick movement, Naruto gripped the back of Itachi's robe, pulling the Uchiha towards him, and the sword pressed dangerously into the fabric, orange threads tensing before giving way, metal katana slicing deep into Naruto's chest, right between heart and lung. Naruto's head dropped to Itachi's shoulder for a moment, panting, blue-red chakra reacting wildly, lashing out at the older raven before surging into glowing wristlets.

A few long moments passed, Itachi idly wondering what was going to happen next..

Naruto's breathing slowed, and he raised his head, blond hair tickling the shell of a pale ear before lips brushed against the sensitive skin just below. Blood ran down the sword, catching in interlocked hands before trailing down Itachi's wrist and arm and dripping to the floor.

"I think you'll find," Naruto purred in Itachi's ear, continuing to impale himself on the Katana, "I'm not so easy to kill." The blonde hissed, eyebrows furrowing to dissapear beneath the blood stained kerchief. The metal strained against the back of Naruto's orange jumpsuit, before shearing through with a muffled 'ssh' sound, the blade bloodied and sizzling.

Itachi stared, eyes widening a fraction, as Naruto smiled. They sat like that for a moment, Naruto sprawled in Itachi's lap with the Uchiha's head just above Naruto's shoulder before the blond relinquished Itachi's hand and pulled carefully away, the blade going back through his chest with the familiar hiss of a sword unsheathed. He stared at Itachi for a moment, face unreadable, before standing and striding to the door. He paused there, and his chakra pulsed faintly, almost immediatley absorbed by the chakra restraining cuffs on his wrists. He 'stared' at the cuffs, lips open and twitching slightly. Naruto looked like he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"I will get out of here, Itachi. I will." With that he was gone, the stone door sliding shut behind him.

Sharingan had not strayed from the blade, watching as the blood sizzled and boiled with the power of the Kyuubi.

"I don't doubt it."

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