*WARNING: This story involves the graphic and explicit rape of an underage girl in the first chapter. Proceed at your own risk.*

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"Not all of our scars are worn on the outside..."


Chapter One: Erratum

Chapter title translation: "Error"


Luck is an interesting concept. Certain people seem to be born with a huge amount of it. Almost as though the very laws of the universe bend to their will. Somehow everything they wish for falls into place with the utmost ease. They've hardly struggled through any significant hardship and life is easy-rolling for the most part.

And then there is Kakashi.

A man made of a series of tragedies who, somehow, finds a way to survive the fallout. The man who somehow always manages to dodge the bullet.

There have been so many times when he should have died. Where he kept narrowly escaping death with seemingly no harm towards his person. Yes, it seems he always finds a way to survive the fallout.

But those around him are rarely so lucky.

A father, a friend, another friend, a mentor. One after the other, they fall like dominoes. Yet and still, he somehow keeps moving. He resigns himself to solitude if only to spare the population from this cloud of death that seemingly follows him.

After a person is burned so many times, it makes sense that they would take precautions afterward.

He tries, ever so carefully, to filter out those he keeps close, but when he looks down at his three students, he realizes that his efforts were doomed from the start.

Even with attempts to be detached and stoic, the brats found someway to get under his skin.

Sometimes he feels as though he's looking in a mirror at his past self with the Uchiha. Dark and mysterious. Serious. Haughty. Arrogant. Prideful. Hurt. Insecure. An aura telling anyone near to not get too close.

He would be lying if he said that he didn't somewhat neglect the bubblegum pink, fan-girling menace. Smart. Aggressive. Stubborn. Selfish. Fanciful. Despite her personality and his negligence, he finds himself caring for her as well.

Then comes the emotional juggernaut. The girl whose existence is a constant reminder of his consistent failures. With bright, wild, curly, short golden hair and skin deeply tanned by the sun, she is a child of the sky. Beautiful, as both her parents once were.

And entirely too difficult to look at, even during the best of times.

She's like the physical amalgam of two ghosts. The soft, noble, cherub-like face of Kushina with the bright and lively coloring from Minato. Seeing her feels like a kick to the diaphragm. Looking into her eyes is even worse.

Eyes that seek approval. Acknowledgment. Desperation buried deep down behind too-wide smiles. He sees a bone-deep loneliness that is all too difficult for him to accept.

She is malnourished. Her small body is utterly consumed by the jacket she wears. She is much shorter than she should be at the tender age of twelve. No doubt the lack of nutrients and nurturing has stunted her growth. It must be the Kyuubi's power that has helped her grow at all with a diet of only ramen.

It didn't have to be this way.

He could have been there. But he couldn't have. The numb, passively-suicidal, shell of a person he became after his sensei's death would never have been able to handle a child. Too caught up in himself, to caught up in his grief.

But perhaps he could have just been around her occasionally. Maybe even smiling at her a few times would have been enough. Or perhaps given her a few kind words. Ultimately, the Hokage didn't ban any and all interaction. Even the most minuscule gesture probably would have meant the world to an abandoned and lonely child such as she.

But he didn't.

And he can't change the past.

In the present, however... she is loud.

Mischievous. Energetic. Steadfast. Silly. Impulsive. Bull-headed. Emotional. Uneducated. Sometimes annoying. Naive. Cheerful. Innocent. Attention-seeking. Kind. Idealistic.

Somehow, her ignorance of his past with her parents and just how deeply he has betrayed her with his negligence makes interacting with her even worse.

He had dreaded the idea of teaching her. After failing her parents, he could only assume he would find some way to cause her doom as well.

It is a little easier to be around her than it was in the beginning. The sting of past failures doesn't come as quickly when he looks at her now.

But fear and cowardice still drive him to avoid her.

Avoids her eyes. Avoids her presence.

He knows that she notices. Can see the cold, knowing look in her eyes whenever he does it. She probably concludes that his behavior is favoritism as he oh-so-often turns his attention to her rival's betterment. Or perhaps she thinks him no better than the villagers in their disregard and contempt. He could clarify the situation. He could reassure her.

But he is a coward. He does not correct her misconceptions.

He feels that he deserves any derision or resentment that will eventually come from his behavior.

Despite all this, he thinks he can somehow make up for his past negligence through his meager efforts. He couldn't be the big brother Minato wanted him to be for her, but perhaps he could be a good teacher, guide, and mentor. Keep her safe and sound.

He teaches her chakra control exercise to do on her own. How to tree walk during that mission in the Land of Waves. He hopes that this method of teaching her while keeping her at arm's length will be a good compromise. That it will be enough.

It isn't. He know that it won't ever be. But he still hopes.

Team 7 carries on like this for months. Constant bickering between the two rivals as the odd one out fawns and faints over one while bruising and berating the other whilst their mildly attentive sensei reads porn in the background.

Regardless of the grief they give, he cannot deny their importance to him.


It's always on the most boring, routine days that everything falls to shit.

Lately, Team 7 had been focusing on taijutsu and ninjutsu practice. They had only gone on one more mission after the Land of Waves and Kakashi thought it high time for them to do another. So, they went to the Mission's Desk for another D-rank.

It started out simple enough.

There was an old, large, and abandoned shrine in the far-off boundaries of the village. Past the gates and a little into the surrounding forest. It was long overdue for a cleaning and even though it had already previously been casually combed for useful items, there was to be another, more thorough sweep done to catalogue the items within. It seemed like simple work, so Team 7 headed out for the abode early the next day.

The mission began uneventfully. They decided to clean the shrine from the inside out. There was a lot of ground to cover, so the three students got started early while waiting for their ever-late sensei.

By the time Kakashi showed up, they were nearly completely done with the cleaning portion of the mission.

It was around early afternoon and they were cleaning out the front entryway when Naruko and Sasuke started arguing as usual. Soon, Sakura decided to unnecessarily come to Sasuke's defense. Kakashi sighed to himself and turned another page of his Icha Icha, adamantly determined to ignore his students' inane bickering and antics.

A couple of minutes of shouting later and Kakashi was alerted out of his reading trance by the sound of objects breaking along with Sakura's scream. He quickly dashed over to his students to investigate what happened.

He was shocked to discover Sasuke had a large gash in his leg from a piece of fallen pottery and Sakura had a huge red bump on her forehead. Naruko stood there gazing down at Sasuke and Sakura with a shocked look on her face.

"What-," Kakashi started, but Naruko rapidly rambled out a defense.

"I didn't do anything I swear!" she yelled.

"It's all my fault, sensei," Sakura began with tears in her eyes. "They were fighting, and I got a little carried away and grabbed Sasuke's arm. We fell over and then-," she trails off knowing the result of her actions are evident.

Sasuke slaps her fussing hands away from him and tries to check on the wound.

Kakashi swiftly dropped to his knees to study Sasuke's injury. It was deep and bleeding rather profusely. He swears to himself and stands to his feet.

"Get on my back," He orders, gearing up to head to the hospital.

"Why would I need your help? I can get there on my own!" Sasuke snaps.

Kakashi resists the urge to roll his eyes, "Look, you're bleeding out right now, and you're going to let your pride get in the way of having medical attention? It's easier and more efficient for me to just take you there. Or can you make it there in time if you try on your own?"

Sasuke looks angry and pensive and Kakashi has had just about enough of the attitude at this point.

"Hey, you can go ahead and bleed to death while slowly limping your way down to the hospital. Your choice. I just thought there were certain things you wanted to do before dying. Something about killing a certain man, I think?…" Kakashi trails off knowing he caught the canary.

Sasuke's eyes widen with rage for a moment before he briefly sucks his teeth and concedes his cooperation with a glare and an Obligatory Uchiha "Hn" and grumpily gets on Kakashi's back.

As soon as Sasuke is secured, Kakashi reaches behind Sakura and picks her up bridal style.

"Wah! Sensei?"

"You have a head injury and you need to get checked if you have a concussion," Kakashi explains.

"Naruko, you coming?" he inquires while running off.

She shakes herself out of her stupor and runs after them.


After about three hours Kakashi and Naruko leave a battered Sakura and injured Sasuke behind at the hospital for overnight supervision. It's late Summer, so the sun has already started to set.

"Nee, Sensei. We should probably finish up with the shrine, right?" Naruko asks.

Kakashi stops walking, surprised at the question. He'd forgotten they left before completing the mission. There were still items to catalogue. Damn, he had just been ready to head home. Not to mention that going would mean having to be alone with Naruko which is bound to trigger some flashbacks and annoying emotions he would rather have avoided today.

"Hmm, I suppose I couldn't talk you out of just waiting 'til tomorrow?" He asks tentatively.

"Nope!" she answers cheerfully. "I have to visit that bastard and Sakura-chan in the morning to make sure they're okay. I promised them I would! And besides, we basically finished all the cleaning! All we have to do is write down the items. That shouldn't be too bad."

Kakashi puts his head back, looks up at the darkening sky, and heaves out his loudest, most dramatic sigh.

"Oi, you shouldn't be complaining! You sat on your ass all day!" She points and chastises him.

"Naru-chan is so cruel…" he replies as they turn and head in the direction of the shrine.


It's near midnight before they get anywhere close to finished with the cataloguing.

Kakashi, used to sleepless nights and hasn't worked all day, is functioning just fine albeit a bit bored with the dull work. Naruko on the other hand, who has yet to fully adjust to shinobi scheduled sleep and has been working endlessly since before dawn that morning, is nearly dead on her feet. The work has been slow going the past couple of hours, but they both keep trudging on. There's one last desk for Naruko to clear out.

Naruko spies a handle below one of the drawers and pulls it, but it won't budge. When she looks down, she sees that it is seemingly unattached to a drawer. She pulls it again out of curiosity and a symbol glows on it before fading away.

"Umm, Kaka-sensei, there's this weird handle thingy but it doesn't do anything except glow."

Kakashi, obviously confused, walks over from where he had been organizing the last of the scrolls and kneels next to Naruko to inspect what she's talking about. When he looks, he sees nothing.

"...Nee, Naru-chan, it's too late to be playing pranks on your poor, old sensei," he jokes.

Naruko squints at him and points at the handle, "Wha-? I'm not pranking. This handle won't do anything."

Kakashi looks at her for a second to really make sure she's not joking then looks back down to where her hand is gesturing. "Naruko, there's nothing there," he says, a little concerned for her mental well-being now. 'Perhaps she really has been up too long…' he thinks to himself while studying the redness and creases around her eyes.

She looks annoyed at his dismissal, then pulls at the handle to get the symbol to glow again.

Kakashi nearly jumps out of his skin when he sees the seal that suddenly appears.

"What? How did you do that?"

"Like I said. I pulled the handle," she explains, tiredly.

'How is it that only she can see it? Maybe the Kyuubi?' he thinks before reaching out and examining the suspicious seal.

It seems to be primarily for containment. Its makeup looks fairly complicated, but it appears less foolproof than modern-day simplified seals. Kakashi takes a moment to remember one of his sensei's old fuuinjutsu rants. Oftentimes, older seals had more of an artistic element that made them look more sophisticated than they were. At the time sealing was considered an art-form as well as a method of attack and defense, so beauty was just as important as practicality when using the skill. Nowadays, fuuinjutsu specialists were more inclined to use streamlined seals rather than the frou-frou types of the past.

If he remembers correctly, pulling apart a seal like this is akin to pulling a particular thread on a shirt that somehow winds away the whole fabric. He carefully searches for the right brushstroke to tug at. After a few minutes, he thinks he may have it figured out. He turns to Naruko, who's been casually leaning back staring off into space trying to stay awake.

"Naru, sit back, I'm gonna try and open this thing."

"Eh? Yeah, okay, whatever," she says and scoots herself across the floor a little bit away from him.

Kakashi uses his chakra to carefully pull at the specific brush stroke and the whole seal starts to rapidly disappear in a counter-clockwise motion. When the seal fully disappears, he can finally see the handle Naruko must have been talking about as well as the outline of a thin drawer.

"Woah, that drawer wasn't there before," she states while looking over curiously.

Kakashi pulls open the cubby to find a few little trinkets. "Most of these must be over a hundred years old," he mutters while carefully taking them out of the drawer.

There are a couple of tiny figurines. One in the shape of a horse, another in the shape of dragonfly. He puts those aside and pulls the dresser out further. There seems to be a faded letter and old pearl and jade necklace as well. The words on the letter are indiscernible, at least to the naked eye. He can probably study it with his Sharingan later or turn it into T&I. He reaches to the back and just when he's about to pull his hand completely out his finger grazes over something behind the back of the drawer. Curious, he pulls the entire drawer out of the desk and grasps at the object. When he pulls back, he sees an item that looks like a cylindrical ring box. He slowly opens it and finds that the only thing in it is a radiantly shining, light blue jewel.

"Wow, all this hullabaloo for a shiny rock," Naruko scoffs, apparently unimpressed. She raises her arms above her head, stretches, and yawns while slowly shifting up and walking towards their catalogue of items. "I'll just list all the stuff here then we can free of this dump," she says with groggy cheerfulness as she slowly drudges away while Kakashi studies the stone.

If he didn't know any better, he'd say it was a priceless moonstone. But, why something like this would be locked up in a dusty, old shrine is a mystery to him. "It's giving off some kind of aura..." he mumbles to himself.

The shine coming from the jewel seems somewhat unnatural. It looks almost like frosted glass. He slowly extends his hand towards and lightly rests it on top. A flash of bright light erupts from the stone nearly blinding him. His eye closes reflexively, and he quickly stands up and drops the box. The stone breaks into pieces on the floor.

"What?! Kaka-sensei, what happened?" Naruko inquires, but he can't hear her quite well right now.

His entire head feels stuffy like he's in a fog. It feels almost like one of the times he's been poisoned on a mission. He tries to open his eyes and focus, but everything seems like it's moving.

"Kakashi-sensei?" Naruko's voice sounds like it's echoing through his skull. He feels no pain, just confusion.

"Naru…" he says, sluggishly. He looks around for her and sees her concerned face below him. 'When did she get so close?'

Once he has her in his sights, it's like his vision clears instantaneously. Everything else around her still seems out of focus, but he can see her easily.

The fog feels like it's lifting, but he still doesn't feel right.

"Sensei, seriously, what's going on?" she asks suddenly.

Hearing her voice clearly for the first time since opening the box, his entire body jerks. He walks over to her and sets his hands on her small shoulders to steady himself, "Sensei is okay, Naru-chan," he says while not really believing it himself.

He realizes he's rubbing her shoulders and pulls her against his body in a hug. Her body turns rigid in his arms and he pulls her even closer.

"Umm, sensei what are you doing?" Naruko asks, wariness breaking through her fatigue.

'I don't know,' he thinks to himself, but he feels oddly compelled to continue.

His hand starts to caress her back and side while his other starts rubbing circles on her nape. He looks down at her and sees her little, confused face. He starts zoning in on her eyes, then focuses on her mouth. The hand on her side starts inching closer to her chest.

He's starting to feel heat pool to his groin and becoming lightheaded with arousal.

He's thinking about how it would feel to kiss her and is about to move his hand and rub his finger along her lower lip when a moment of lucidity returns to him and he realizes just what he's doing. He pushes Naruko away from him so fiercely that she falls on the floor.

'What the fuck?! Why was I looking at her like-? Shit, oh god, no,' he looks down at Naruko and then his own hands in horror as he tries to control himself and will away whatever compulsion the stone has caused.

" What the heck is going on?!" Naruko asks, confused and quite a bit frightened. Understandably so, considering how strange his behavior has been.

"Naruko, you need to run," Kakashi says with urgency.

"Eh? Why would I-," Naruko starts, but Kakashi cuts her off.

"You need to run!" he barks, stunning Naruko into silence. "I can't-," he begins and then slumps and clutches his head for a moment while Naruko slowly backs away with wide eyes. "You have to do everything to protect yourself. If you need to attack me, just do it and keep me away from you-damn it!" he mumbles.

Naruko's confliction on whether to stay and help with whatever's ailing her sensei or obeying him keeps her almost rooted to the spot. Kakashi stumbles a few steps towards her before he grabs onto the edge of the desk to keep himself back. He snaps his head up and sees her still standing there, terrified.

"GO!" he yells with enough force to get her ass into gear.

She finally darts out of the shrine and starts running through the forest with haste. But, her fatigue has caught up with her and she is much slower than she would be regularly. Still, her fear drives her to keep going.

She's only had about a minute of a head start, which isn't much at all considering that she's moving at a much slower pace. She's also shorter and less skilled than the one she is supposed to be running from, so it all feels almost futile to her. Even so, she keeps going, but soon her enhanced hearing picks up on the rapid pace of her sensei's jumping through the trees.

'Shit,' she thinks to herself. Her adrenaline is keeping her going, but it's not enough. Her heart is pounding in her ears and everything feels so ominous. Her energy is waning again and she can hear him closing in on her. Only a couple more minutes and she'll be at the gates.

'Just a little bit further. Come on!' she pushes herself, but her panic is taking over her senses.

In her rush, she trips over the root of a tree and crash-lands on the forest ground. Her cheek skids across the ragged grass leaving a burning scrape across the left side of her face.

While trying to hurriedly pick herself up, she hears the whoosh of winds above her and suddenly Kakashi is standing right there. He has a strange, intense look in his eyes that only serves to further ignite her anxiety.

They have an odd stand-off until Kakashi begins making his way towards her.

'He did tell me to attack him,' she thinks to herself and reluctantly creates thirty clones for defense.

Kakashi wastes no time in disposing of the clones. She keeps creating more and he keeps running through them with ease. It doesn't help that her clones are just as fatigued as she is. Fear is clouding her brain and she can't think clearly enough to work out any practical strategy. Kakashi keeps mowing down her clones as though he's wading through air.

She's nearly at the end of her reserves when Kakashi, seemingly done playing games, looks into her eyes with his Sharingan. She doesn't feel anything happen but realizes that she can no longer pull at her chakra. Terrified, she tries a last ditch effort to call on the Kyuubi, but she can't do that either. It's as though he put some sort of block in her mind.*

'Damn it! Why didn't I look away?!' she laments.

Kakashi kicks her in the abdomen, hard enough that her breath escapes her, and sends her skidding across the forest floor again. She's utterly exhausted at the point, but she's still struggling to get up and defend herself.

He walks over to her shaking form and picks her up by the collar. She feels him grasp his arms around her torso and dash them further away from the gates and back into the forest towards the shrine.

At this point, Naruko can't hold back the tears anymore. She doesn't understand what's happening or why. The fright is near overwhelming and she's so confused and tired.

She futilely tries to struggle out of his hold, but he has an iron grip on her.

They land back in front of the shrine and he rapidly drags them in inside.

There's a small futon mattress they catalogued earlier that he throws her onto with little care.

She reaches behind herself to gain leverage to lean up, but he stumbles on top of her before she gets the chance.

"Sensei, please tell me what's going on," she sobs out, but he doesn't seem to be hearing her anymore.

He wraps his arms around Naruko and just holds her for a minute. His breathing is ragged in her ear and he's nuzzling under her jaw. A surprisingly tender moment after his aggressiveness during the battle they just had outside. She can't make out his expression from this angle, but her concern escalates with each passing moment of stillness. Naruko is not certain what to think since her sensei's behavior has been causing her serious emotional whiplash for the past hour.

"Sens-," she begins and huffs in surprise when he rips open her orange jacket. He pulls off his mask, deeply breathes in her scent, and starts to mouth at her neck.

Her eyes are as wide as can be as she tries to wrap her head around what's happening. Under normal circumstances, she would jump at a chance to see the mystery that is his face, but she can't even pay attention to that since this whole situation is so beyond disturbing. She is utterly bewildered, and all she knows is that he's making her feel extremely uncomfortable with his actions.

He is panting and starts sucking at her skin. She squirms against his hands, but he has them locked down on her upper arms. His left hand moves under her shirt and fondles the skin underneath her breast.

That's when her body goes rigid and her brain finally catches up and pieces together what's been happening and what's going to happen.

"…No, no, nonono, no way, no fucking way, you bastard! Sensei, stop!" she musters up all the energy from this last burst of adrenaline and tries to push him off. She succeeds in getting him to fall off to the side and she madly attempts to scramble away, but he grabs her leg and drags her back.

"No, no, no," she cries to herself as he puts her back in the position she was in before. He kneels between her legs and his mouth latches onto her neck again. Her attempted punches prove ineffective and his positioning makes it impossible for her to kick him. This time, instead of maneuvering underneath the shirt, he elects to just rip it off completely. She has the immediate urge to cover herself even though she still has on a training bra, but when she makes a move to do so, he slams her hands back down onto the mattress. His hand slides down to and caresses her hip for a moment, then moves up to her small budding breast. She shivers and the contact in both revulsion and fear.

Naruko knew about this stuff. She had been able to escape this sort of defilement when she was younger, but some of the other orphans weren't so lucky. She thinks of what the unfortunate children used to whisper of doing to cope. She tries to think about other things, about anything other than what's happening right now. Perhaps, if it was a stranger, it would be easier. But this is Kakashi-sensei. Someone she's supposed to trust and he's-

She gasps as she feels him rip off her training bra. Her arms are free now and she tries to push him off again, but any strength she could have to do so is gone. He fondles her breasts for a while. Playing with their small weight and tugging at the nipples. His mouth travels down her chest and he takes one of her peaks in his mouth and moans, then slides one of his hands down past her navel.

The licking sensation feels strange and she desperately wants it to stop. Naruko twists and turns but her hips are locked in place by him lodged between her legs. He slips his hand past the waistband of her pants and underwear and travels across her mound to her cunt. Her entire body jolts when she feels his fingers slide against her clit and down her slit to prod at her opening. All of it feels so unreal. She almost feels outside of her body while it's happening, but the shock of his touch keeps bringing her back.

Seemingly annoyed with her clothing, he crawls backwards a bit to strip her bottom garments. She tries again to back away, but he just uses her momentum to slide the pants and underwear off faster, then forcefully pulls her back towards him by her hips.

The tears are coming heavier now and her face burns with shame. She has never felt so exposed, humiliated, or violated. The feeling of utter helplessness and powerlessness is horrifying as she watches him feverishly examine her still developing body.

He starts to move his hand to finger her again when his body suddenly halts. A beat of silence passes in the shrine where only Naruko's quiet sobs can be heard.

Kakashi has a single moment of lucidity where he snaps out of his haze realizes the gravity of what he's doing. He looks down on her tear-stricken, distraught, face and crumbles.

"Oh, god, Naruko. No, no. God, I'm sorry," he apologizes though he feels he has no right to and rests his forehead on her collarbone.

This only makes her sob harder. She feels like she's going crazy from all this madness. 'How could everything change so quickly? Why?' She looks into his eye for the first time since all this started and can see a thin blue sheen over it. 'Like that rock…,' she notes faintly. He has his Sharingan closed, so she can't tell if it has a blue sheen over it as well.

"Naru-," he starts, but his moment of lucidity is over, the compulsion takes over again and a growl erupts from his chest as he looks back down at her small, pliant body. His hands go back to their respective places and he starts to finger her in earnest while mouthing at her chest again. He rubs relentlessly at her clit while steadily moving a single digit in and out of her.

She's never had anything inside of her and the pain of the intrusion of the finger only makes this whole experience that much more excruciating.

After a couple of minutes, he removes his hands and begins undressing himself. He hastily sheds his vest and sweater. Then he sits up and quickly kicks off his shinobi boots, pants, and underwear.

'Another chance to escape,' she idly muses, but all the fight in her has died at this point. She lays there. Still, obedient, and defeated.

Lastly, he pulls off his hitai-ate. She lies there motionless and watches with wet, teary eyes as he takes his cock and starts rubbing himself against her thigh. Her eyes widen, and she realizes with dread that he intends to somehow fit that inside her. 'There's no way,' she thinks, distressed. There's absolutely no way he could fit, especially considering his size in comparison to her body.

She can barely keep up with what happening anymore.

He starts to finger her again but seems to be getting impatient. He attempts to put in two fingers. The pain is horrendous. She reflexively tries to push his hand away to discourage him, but he's immovable and just keeps going. The pain is awful, she feels like she's being split open. The sobs start up again as he forces his fingers into her.

When she feels thinks she's going to pass out from the pain, he starts rubbing her pearl again, but it's not enough to distract her from the ache. Before she's even able to get used to the agony of the second finger, he swiftly slips them both out of her, lines his member up to her entrance and slides into her in one go.

He moans in pleasure.

She screams in agony.

Kakashi muffles her quickly with his hand. Whispers gentle shushes and meaningless reassurances in her ear. He softly caresses her side while she cries.

She feels like someone speared her cunt with a knife. Even as just a genin, she's accustomed to cuts, stabs, punches, and bruises. But a pain this deep and intimate is something she's not used to.

She looks down, and through her tears, makes out the blurry image of blood between her legs smeared on her inner thighs and the base his shaft.

Kakashi just stays like that for a moment, unmoving, while panting and mumbling incoherent swears to himself.

"So tight," she discerns from amidst his whispered babble, though she has no clue what he means.

He grips her hips firmly and slowly begins to move. Steadily rocks himself into her. She's barely able to keep her voice down at the dreadful burn. Naruko stares up with tear-glazed eyes at his chest, light-headed and dazed at the pain, at the reality of the situation. Her hands are grasping at the material of the mattress beneath her as leverage against his pounding. She wonders how long she will have to endure this.

After a couple of minutes of Kakashi roughly rutting her, he pauses for a second and readjusts her legs to lay above his hips. He pats at her thighs, seemingly requesting that she keep them there. She complies, if only to end this faster.

He gently rubs at her bud again while pumping into her deeper and faster than before. The force of his hips jostles her entire body every time he pushes forward.

After a while, her pain, thankfully, starts to ebb a bit. It still hurts, but it isn't unbearable anymore. With his continuous ministrations, she finds herself feeling some sort of pleasant pressure from his movements now. She feels somewhat conflicted. After all, she doesn't want to feel good during this, not by this blatant abuse. But a part of her feels mildly grateful for the reprieve from the torment for a moment. After the chaos and stress of tonight, she welcomes any pleasure that can be found in this mess. Her sobs gradually turn to quiet whimpers.

Kakashi's movements get more desperate and determined as time goes on. The soft, little gasps and whines Naruko makes urges him on.

She moves her hands from grasping at the material underneath her to clutching at his shoulders as she feels her body tensing beyond her control. She doesn't understand what's happening to her, but at this point, she's beyond caring. Her heart is pounding faster as she feels her tunnel constricting tighter and tighter around his prick. There's a tangible slick and smooth glide of his length inside of her now. Her sobs have become ones of pleasure and they get louder as she feels herself reach that precipice. She looks up at him and sees him watching her with both eyes.

And then she breaks.

She moans as she cums. Kakashi quickly covers her mouth with his own to catch the sound of her voice. Her body lifts from the mattress as she convulses from orgasm and her vision whites out for a second. She tightens impossibly around the cock inside of her and Kakashi swiftly follows her and cums with a rumbling groan. He fills her with his seed and she can feel the warm liquid spreading deep within her. In time, the aftershocks taper off, leaving both parties exhausted.

Naruko drops back to the mattress like a puppet with its strings cut, fast asleep before her head even hits the padding. Kakashi's shinobi instinct leads him to at least set a protective seal before the last of the compulsion fades away and he too succumbs to the abyss.


Notes:

*Kakashi did not subdue the Kyuubi, he basically messed with her mind using the Sharingan making her unable to reach or speak to him.

This story idea has been cropping up in my head since the tail end of last year, and I've had the first couple of chapters floating around in my hard drive for months, so I just decided "Why not?" and posted. I'm not really a writer, but I thought it would be nice to put my thoughts down on paper. I apologize in advance for any mistakes.

I tried to emphasize just how horrific this whole experience was for Naruko. Healing from this debacle is going to be quite a feat for both of them. I hope you're all ready for the journey. I have a general idea of the structure of this story, but for the most part I'm winging it. Wish me luck.