My Partner and My leader:
Kisame Point of View
I lean against the wall of my room, listening to my partner breath heavily in his sleep. I sigh and take two steps towards my partner, I tower over him. The funny thing is I have always been a lot taller and was always scared of him, but now to see him struggle in his usually peaceful sleep it makes me want to hold him tightly in my arms. Gently sitting on the edge of the bed, I sigh and begin to try and shake him awake. He doesn't stir just keeps struggling in his bed blankets.
"Wake up, Uchiha," I ordered, he doesn't just continues to struggle even in my tight grip.
I know what I have to do, I have done it before. I need to put him in a cold shower, freezing his small body. With almost no effort my partner is lifted into my arms and I walk slowly down the hallway to the bathroom, no one else is around why would they be at two o'clock in the morning. That is a brilliant thing, it means my partner can just sit under the cold water until he wakes up and recovers from his coughing fit he always has after a fitful night of sleep. I step into the bathroom and standing in front of the mirror is none other than the leader of the group we both work for.
"Struggling again?" He asked; I nodded my head as the leader slowly walked closer to us and leaned down planting a small kiss on his forehead.
"Grr," A low growl escaped my throat and I was forced back against the cold damp wall with my small partner resting between us.
For once he is lucky he is so small, because if he were much bigger the leader and I would be crushing him between us.
"He is not yours," The leader hissed, letting me go and stepping back.
I felt my partner's dead weight be taken from my arms and watched closely as my leader sat my partner on the bench and let him lay against the mirror. My blood boiled at the sight, the leader handling and touching my partner's small body in a way I wanted to. Ever since we got him back I haven't left his side for more than a few minutes. I couldn't believe someone could do this to him, just to gather information on the group we work for. For two weeks my partner was tortured none-stop almost. The first time I saw him since him since he returned is still imprinted in my mind.
Flashback (Kisame Point of View)
The rain fell down the walls of the base and the wind blew roughly outside, I watched out the window hoping my partner would arrive home any minute. He had gone for a two day mission and still hadn't returned, two weeks later. The tracker of the group had gone out to find him, but had been forced to return because of the weather. I was soon asleep leaning against the window. I woke early in the morning and decided I had, had enough. I grabbed my gear and dashed into the forest as fast as I could. I soon reached a clearing and stopped to try and sense him, then I saw it a long piece of black hair. I slowed my pace as I walked through the forest following the strands of black hair, my partner always had a weird was of leaving tracks which no one would notice other than myself. I reached the edge of another clearing and sitting in the middle was a small metal cabin, inside I smiled feeling him inside. A scream echoed through the clearing and I dropped my bag and dashed forwards towards the cabin. I basically ripped the door off it's hinges and stormed into the room. Tool boxes and tools filled the walls and a single chair lay in the middle of the room. My eyes caught sight of a small black, white and blue body on the floor, with a big man on top of him. I grabbed the man and slammed him into the wall, the back of his head split open and I dropped his dead body and turned to my partner. Picking up my partner I wrapped my cloak around his uncovered body and pulled him closer to my chest, his breath was quick and shallow. I glanced down at his weak, scared and naked body, his bones clearly visible. I have only ever seen the teen without his cloak a couple of times, his body was always perfect and now his white skin was covered in cuts and bruises. He still looked as beautiful as before, just in a different sad way. I hear a small wince from him and look down at him, his mouth is parted and the look of innocents of his face makes his body look even cuter. Lying in my arms, while I ran back to the base was extremely painful, every now and then I would hear him wince or whimper in pain. It was hard to see him in this much pain, but I know once I get him back he would be able to get better.
End Flashback (Kisame Point of View)
The leader pushed his body against my partner's and reached behind him, slowly beginning to pull his shirt up over his back and then his head using his body to keep my partner upright. Then for a split my partner's eyes snapped open and he kneed the leader in the chest before slipping of the bench and collapsing on the floor his mind returning to the darkness. Ignoring the pain and picking the small struggling teen up and slamming him against the mirror, shards from the mirror stuck in my partner's flesh and I shove leader away from my partner.
"Get out," I ordered; watching my partner to make sure he didn't fall off the bench.
It took a second, but the leader soon decided to leave the room. I watched as he left, smelling my partner's shirt as he walked out the door. I looked towards my partner and began to see blood running down the mirror, his already scared back had been attacked once more. I was about to lean him forward and let him bury his head into the side of my neck when I stopped and stepped to the side of him, after he came back he hated being forced front to front with another body especially another male. You could get away with having him lying in your arms and having his side pressed against you. I put my arm out in front of him and leaned him forward on my arm. I carefully began to pull the shards of glass out of his back. It took a few minutes to safety remove them all. I look at my partner and then the pieces of glass in the sink.
"I'm going to put you in the shower," I told my partner.
I held my partner in my arms and carried his almost lifeless body to the shower. I sat him down on the floor of the shower and lean him against the wall, I aim the shower head on his body and turn the cold water on and let it run down his body. He shivers and opens his eyes slowly and then begins to cough violently, I watch the blood mix with the cold water and ran down the drain. I watch him carefully and watch as he rocks back and forth. His skin goes a paler shade of white his eyes slowly close and he slips to the side and passes out into the depths of darkness.
"You need to stay awake," I ordered, looking towards my partner and then reached out and roughly grabbing his arm.
"It hurts," My partner whispered, bringing his arms up to his head and beginning to shake his head.
My partner began to bang his head against the wall; I reached out and was grabbed by my partner. My body stumbled under the water and I fell to my knees in front of my partner being soaked by the water. Shaking my head I looked at my partner and he stared blankly back at me.
"What's wrong?" I asked; he usually never does anything unless there is a reason.
"It hurts," He repeats.
I tilt my head to the side; I already know it hurts so why is he telling mw. I wish I could understand my little partner and know what he really means.
"What hurts?" I ask softly, getting used to the cold water running down my body.
He went to speak, but the words didn't come out at first.
"Down there, hurts," He whispered humiliated.
For the first time I knew what he meant, that would explain why he couldn't walk or show me anything below the hip and why there was a blood stain halfway down his mattress. I looked at my partner. He was still a child and I allowed them to hurt him like that, I allowed them to torture and rape him.
"Why didn't you tell me?" I yelled; his eye's usual blank expression replaced with sadness.
He didn't answer, he had, had enough and just wanted to disappear and never be seen again. I turned off the water and stand up, he had never looked smaller. I quickly step out of the shower and strip wrapping a towel around my waist, I pick up my partner from the shoulders and wrap a larger towel (one of mine, I'm using his) around his partner's small form. I set my partner on a wooden bench and sit calmly beside him. With all his strength he shuffled away from me and leaned painfully over, resting his head on my upper thigh and carefully closes his eyes. He is leaning his head against my body covered skin and stayed exactly where he was. He jumped when the leader entered the bathroom and stopped staring at us.
"You have an assignment," The leader said, tossing me then scroll and leaving the room.
My partner looked up at me, his eyes full of worry as I scanned the scroll and then looked blankly down at him.
"I've been ordered to take you to the village," I answered, looking at the young teen and feeling the loss of the warmth from my leg.
"I can't they will kill me, please don't," My partner begged.
"I'm joking," I said, a small smile slipping down my face.
He rests his head back on my leg and sighs. This is going to be interesting, helping my partner get back on to his feet.
"I'm assigned to help you recover, under any costs," I said, I feel the teen stop moving and stay still barely breathing.
I sit on the bench for hours until other teams of our organisation begin to enter the bathroom and start the day.
"Oh, fucked him too hard," One of the other members shouted from the showers.
I feel my partner's breath quicken and his eyes snap open. He had heard what they said and memories came floating back, remembering what the interrogator did to him. I quickly wrapped my arms around him and pulled him closer; only to hear a whimper of pain.
"Come on, I'll take you back to the room," I said, picking up his small body and walking back towards our room.
For four weeks my teenage partner is forced to lie on his back in bed, his hip takes forever to heal and I hardly leave his side. He has only been getting up and hobbling around the room over the last few days and has agreed to walk down the hall and into the kitchen. He easily stands up getting the handle of it and begins to walk slowly down the hall with me close behind, making sure he doesn't fall or stumble. He walks to a kitchen chair and sits slowly down; I leave him there and enter the kitchen area. No one else is around and we talk while I make fish for a pair of us. I don't know why I decided to make two; my little partner doesn't particularly like fish and is hardly eating anything at the moment. From walking up the hall to see the pain fill his face and his body trying to remove from the small walk. I watch as he neatly folds his arms on the table and rests his head on them. I stare at him as he quickly falls asleep and allows his face to relax, letting himself free for the time he is asleep. I know he has to eat, but I'm going to let him sleep for a few minutes, allow him to regain some of his energy and then eat and gain some more energy from eating. I noticed a faint burning smell rain through the air and quickly grabbed the handle of the fish, pulling it off the light stove and on to the bench. Not once in my life has he burnt fish and just now while watching his small partner, he has burnt two pieces.
"Shit," I cursed, leaning against the edge of the bench and looking away from him.
I have fallen for the little teen; it is effecting me in more ways than one. When he was close to my little partner, my blood runs quickly through my body and my heart raced. The other week in the shower had confirmed what I already knew. I knew that no matter what I had to protect my partner from everything, including my love. It would hurt him to know I want to hold him, kiss him and love him. Anything else I could get away with but not this. I looked over my shoulder towards my partner and saw his dark eyes staring at me; his eyes were puffy and had shadows under his eyes.
"What are you burning?" My little partner asked, I turned round to face him and blushed slightly.
I looked at the fish and was about to answer, when the leader entered the room and walked slowly past my partner swaying his hips slightly as he did. Bloody leader, always trying to get in my little partner's pants as he did the rest of the akatsuki when he was in the mood, except for me because of my size. He preferred small men or teenagers, who he could control. My partner hadn't let him anywhere near him and I was grateful for that.
"Follow me," The leader ordered, having his eyes on my partner and taking a small step towards him.
My partner kept his face blank and looked up towards me with hopeful eyes; I quickly grabbed the two pieces of fish and basically threw them on the table. The leader's eyes opened wide and I felt my partner's eyes on me. I watched as my partner raised and stepped around the leader and walked to the kitchen counter. I watched with wide open eyes as the leader appeared behind my partner and slammed his hand down beside my partner, making him jump. I saw a shiver ran down my partner's spine and his knees shake beneath him, as the leader whispered something into my ear. My partner dropped to his knees and leant against the bench, his mind flooding with images of what happened. He had tried to lock away what happened and yet he couldn't. His mind was once again remembering and he couldn't control his body, soul or mind.
"Leader, leave him alone," I ordered, quickly standing up and stand over my partner.
His small body was shivering his mind fighting his thoughts. The leader stood by us, as I picked my younger partner up and began walking down the hallway. He gripped the front of my shirt and buried my head in the side of my chest. So little, yet so strong, so broken and yet so cute.
"What did he tell you?" I asked, looking down at my little partner as I set him down on his bed and left his side and walked to my bed.
"You can't stop it," My partner whispered, looking towards the ground.
I set my lips down on his; I engulfed his lips as I continued to kiss his bare lips. I pushed my partner back on to the wall, never letting our lips part and slowly yet firmly pinned his arms against the wall. He didn't struggle in my grip and I controlled my urge to move my hands under his top.
"Stop," He ordered, his mood changing and the fear returning to his voice.
I let him go and step off the bed. He slid from his bed and I watched as he walked over to the door and quietly closed it, locking it carefully once he was done. I stared at him confused.
"Sit," He said, leading me back to his bed and standing in front of me.
Skilfully with his knee he nudged my legs open and stepped into them. My first thought was what the hell is he doing? Then does he love me as much as I love him?
"You looked after me, you protected me, and you even stood up against the leader. I want you," My partner said, he did love me and against all the odds he had told me.
The Next Morning (3rd Person Point of View)
The leader walked down the hall; slightly pissed the little teenager hadn't turned up and let him fuck him. He turned sharply and entered the bathroom; he froze in the doorway a dripping sound echoed in the room and a trail of blood ran from the shower area to the small drain in the centre room. He walked slowly towards the shower area and saw them, curled in the shower. Their arms wrapped around each other and a pool of blood around them, they looked so peaceful. Sweat, blood and water running down the almost naked bodies. It was obvious that the small teenage boy and his partner had died in each other's arms.