This is as much of a "teaser" for you as a survey for me, to know if you would enjoy a Kakashi x OC fanfiction where the (slightly sadistic and insane) OC is an former Kiri nin (named Kiri), part of their T&I unit who notices Kakashi's strange ability to get himself badly injured on easy missions. This is a scene during which she tortures him (to his greatest pleasure) and would occur quite a way in the storyline.

To give you a basic briefing, she sought asylum in Konoha after the death of the Mizukage Yagura (she was part of his personal guard) and is versed in offensive medical ninjutsu. She has other tricks up her sleeve, but this one is the only one you need to be aware of for this extract.

Yes, she and Kakashi will fall in love, but no, I do not plan to make it the major focus of the fanfiction. And it would be a weird and tortured sort of love anyway (because I doubt Kakashi will be very good at the loveydovey stuff, despite all the cheesiness of Icha Icha).

I would think of having it placed during the time in which Naruto trains with Jiraya, maybe having Kakashi rejoin ANBU.

One last note, before I let you get on with the story. I used a special style of writing (meshing word together such as "ohmygodohmygod it hurt somuchsomuch it felt good.") and I am quite new to it. I don't plan to use it all throughout the story but I would like to have your thoughts on it.

Thanks,


He tenses.

She sees it in his muscles, in the way his body seems to glow and stretch under the bad lighting of the room. She feels it when the shiny edge comes in contact with his skin again, senses it as the canvas moves and – ever so slightly trembles under her hand.

He tenses, when the nails racking over his body slowly trail down the line of his abdomen –his perfectly chiselled abdomen she cannot wait to mar scar and – and oh yes. To mark. To brand. To make hers.

He tenses, when the sharp nails dig into his skin under his navel, when they skitter around and seem to snap and curl and grip and they feel sogoosogoodsoright he feels himself loosen.

But he tenses again.

He tenses, when they suddenly bite into his skin and leave angry trails of fiery velvet under his ashen porcelain. He closes his eyes, fixes them shut with an endless terror as he feels her hand, her nail and their ever so good sting that feels like thefireunderhisskin. Ohmygodohmygod it hurts so much he feels like dying, like slipping and falling but he stands.

He tenses.

He tenses and dread pits in the bottom of his stomach as she disappears from his sight, disembodied hands racking his back, his hair, tearing at the mask he bites between his teeth and ohmygodtheyareeverywhere. It feels sogoodsogoodsogood he can't even say anything.

So he just tenses.

Tenses when dexterous fingers slip under the hem of his mask and tenses again when they come back to tear it aside. He tensestensestenses so hard he can feel his muscles about to snap and the hands recede.

He tenses. He tenses because the hands never let go and ohmygod hedoesn'twantthemto. They feel so good, so good when they are doing bad. He feels the sting and the hate and ohmygod they are a drugdrugdrug and needsthemneedsthemneedsthem so bad.

So he tenses. And as he tenses, he knows he will be back.

And ohmygodithurts. Oh my god ithurtsithurstsithurts so much. Hurtshurtshurtsburn. It burns so badly he feels like he can't tense but he tenses.

He tenses.

He tenses when she swings at him and his leg gives out under him. It doesn't quite hurt as much as it should, but he knows she'll make it hurt. And ohmygod ithurtsithurtsithurts when she grips his leg so tight his blood can't flow and even tighter and he canfeelitsotighsotightsotight the bone snaps from under it. Snaps.

He tenses.

Tenses when he hears it snaps and ithurtsithurtsithurts when she doesn't stop there and carry one crushing and he wonders if the voice screaming is him. Or her. Ithurtsithurtsithurts.

He doesn't ask her to stop. Because it doesn't hurt quite as much as his heart right now.

He tenses. He tenses when she releases his leg and lets it dangle uselessly as she brings the chain binding his hands higher up so his broken leg doesn't touch the floor and he tenses.

He tenses.

And it hurtshurtshurts so much when she hurls the leather strands at him and they rack into his already bleeding back but it's okay. It's okay, because it doesn't hurt him as much as his heart does. and itburnsitburnsitburns so much he can't seem to tell if his eyes are open or closed, if they are seeing or blind and it doesn't matter. Ithurtsithurtsithurts.

It feels so damn good.

He tenses.

He tenses when the leather hits again and again and the pain dulls to a sinking warm sensation as his bloodhisbloodhisblood flows down his back. And it hurtsithurtsithurts.

But he figures she doesn't care and he hateshateshates her so much for it but loves her nonetheless.

Because it hurtsithurtsithurts and it burnsburns and it's okay. It's okay because it is her. And it is okay, because when he falls he knows ohyes heknows heknowheknowheknows she'll be there.

He knows.

But he tenses.

He tenses when the leather strikes and burns and lacerates and dwellsdeeper and hurtshurtshurts. And it hurts so damn much. But it's okay.

He tenses. Tenses when the okay becomes alright, and when the alright becomes need and when the needbecomescraves and the cravesbecomesloves and the lovesbecomes – he can't live without it. He needsitneedsitneedsit. It hurtsithurtsithurts.

But it doesn't hurt quite as much as his heart.

He tenses.

Tenses when the leather becomes metal when the metal becomes water when the water becomes hands when the hands become metal when the metal becomes leather when the leather becomes hands when the hands become metal.

He tenses and tenses and tensesandtensesandtenses so much it hurtshurtshurts and he wonders why it is his fault and how ironic it is ironic and it hurtshurtshurts. It hurts it hurts it hurts how much he is alonealonealone and she is the onlyonlyonlyone okay to do it and it hurtshurtshurts but it's okayokayokay. Because that's what he wants and needs and craves and believes in and needs and wants and needs and is addicted to and love and needs and wants and loves.

It hurts it hurts it hurts.

He tenses. Tenses when he feels the blade skim on his skin and break through the first barrier and when blood sprinkles slightly and seems to pearl and bleed and roll and feel so goodsogoodsogood and taste so good and she licks it up and he can't seem to understand what is going on any more and he needs it needs it needs it.

He tenses. Tenses and winces when the blade sinks and sinks lower and lower and it reaches his boxers again and it is even worse than his mask and it hurts it hurtshurtshurts but it's alright because he isn't isn't isn't scared and it's okay. He trusts her.

But he tenses and winces.

He winces when the biting edge slips and snaps at the waistband of his boxers, when the dark room seems to close in on him and he is just about to tell her. To tell her to stop stop stop and to shake free those iron manacles – free free free.

But he doesn't.

He doesn't, and when he winces as the boxers gently snap under the blade and starts to slowly slide down and please please please they halthalthalt –she does not go further.

Not today, she decides. Not now. Not yet.

Somewhere, she has the sinking feeling she will never ever not stop when he winces.


He doesn't really know how long has gone past. Heck. He doesn't even know if he is hurting, angry or even sad when she lowers him down from that metal chain and he stands there on his broken leg and feels the painpainpain shooting up his leg and wonders if she'll make him walk through Konoha like that since his clothes are somewhere he can't see now. His mind doesn't seem to be able to think as she picks him up with so much ease that he feels hotwhiteburningshame shoot through him and wonders whywhywhy is he such a failure.

But it's okay.

Because he knows it's her and if it's her it's okay. Because she can do that sort of things, she can break him and mend him and she is the only one who agreed to willingly do both when Rin only healed and Obito only hurt and Sensei did both without knowing. He hurtshurtshurts but when her glowing hands reach his skin and cradle him against her and stain her clothes with blood – his blood he knows he is at home.

And it's okay.

So when her hands slowly hover over his skin, when her ghost like touch heals him like it has so many times before and he feels the hot white soaring pain recede and give place to the dark abyss he gazes into –and itgazesback so darkdarkdark he knows her hands can't heal him fully.

But it's okay.

Was there a time he wasn't broken?

And when the dark abyss gazing back into his soul and scaring him and talking to him and luring him in and calling to him and he walks and walks to it and looks further and deeper and stumbles and slips and feels himself fall, Kakashi knows he can rely on her. Because she is there, and she agreed to it and he knows that for once he isn't the one to have to protect.

It'll be her failure if he dies.

He sees it as somewhat of a comfort.

Kiri doesn't fail.

And when the soft breathing on his neck from where she has pushed him against her and is cradling him like and infant and he needsitneedsitneedsit like never before –and when the soft breathing doesn't fail to stop and halt even after her hands have finished healing his back he feels the abyss close up a little.

And when the gentle hands merely keep him against her chest, his own face buried in the crook of her neck because he is too weakandashamedandnotgoodenough to look at her he knows he is at home. And as the soothingly familiar chakra keeps pouring into him – even though he doesn't have any more wounds –physical wounds to heal, he wonders if she can also see in the abyss.

And when the warm and homely chakra doesn't stop being there when he falls asleep, Kakashi knows that yes. Yes, she can see into the abyss and yes. Yes, she is Kiri, and Kiri doesn't know failures.

Somehow, he is ever so sure she'll pull him out of all this mess and help him up. Because Kiri doesn't fail, even if she has to kill him to make him stand up again.

It warms his heart a little.


Verdict? Was it good? Bad? Shall I not pursue it?

Thanks for reading, and even if you don't leave a comment I hope you did somewhat a little enjoy it! (Well, as much as one may enjoy torturing our favourite silver-haired ninja)

yours in thank,