That night, I went over...
I remembered that night. I entered his room, my slender fingers closing over the handle, and pushing open the door. I expected a dark room, dark like his personality, but instead I was greeted with a clean white bed, a cosy fur rug on the floor, a complete bathroom, a few bookshelves with books so thick I could hardly get them off the shelves, a study table and a low table where I supposed he mended his weapons.
Oh, and there was a cupboard too.
I placed my bag on a corner of the room where I supposed he wouldn't realize, and proceeded to take a bath. Itachi's bathroom looked nice and clean, quite contrary of the behavior of a typical man.
Well, being with Sasuke for more than two years have surely taught me something...
Strawberry and vanilla, half-empty, side by side. I tiptoed to place my shampoo beside his. I liked it that way. Drops of lukewarm water enveloped my body. My heart hammered on in my chest. This was the first time I was going to see him after he had...
I wanted to look my best. I combed my hair as straight as it could go, and scanned my kosode constantly for wrinkles. When confidence blossomed over every pore of my body, I stepped out.
A pair of obsidian eyes, uncaring and stoic that contributed more to his unsurpassed beauty, my sea blue orbs looked back up as it looked down. "...Elisa-chan." he started. His voice was toxic. I wanted to shut my ears. A pink tinge crossed my nose, I bowed down so he wouldn't see it.
"G-Goumei, I came earlier than expected...I..I didn't touch anything...umm...i brought you a present..." I zipped open the front pocket and carefully took out a shiny blue rose, slightly paler at the edges, and presented it to him.
That night, he took me...
I don't really remember what happened, but I remembered Itachi throwing me on the bed and climbing over me. I felt weak. I would've struggled, but there was this strange throbbing on the back of my head, and I felt like jelly had replaced my limbs. He grabbed my hands none too gently, and before I knew it, a length of strong rope bound my wrists to the headboard, and it stung everytime I tried to move.
I didn't get why Itachi wanted to use such strong rope. Even if the rope was brittle like paper I wouldn't be much of a challenge.
"Do you know what I'm going to do to you?"
My eyes mistened with little beads of tears, strung together with bits of hope. I could see the rose on his table, across the film of moisture glazed over my eyes. I was scared. "..S-Stop..." I whispered. I heard him chuckle as he licked my earlobe. Oh, how I shivered at the satisfaction I felt from it. He knew all my weak spots.
He knew me.
A length of pale cloth littered the clean floor. My kosode. His beautiful hands trailed down my body, it touched every last patch of skin, placing emphasis on the spots where he knew would make me moan. The bastard liked it. There were hickeys lining down my neck, some were even bleeding. I cried out when he licked one that was bleeding a good lot.
What has happened to him? Why was he doing this to me?
My thoughts dissolved like salt in soup when he kissed me out of the blues. God, it felt darn good. In a haste, I found myself kissing back. I felt disgusted. He held my tongue for quite a while, then let go when he knew I was going to die from the lack of oxygen. N-No more...please... he stopped. Then I realized I had thought out loud, because he drew his hand back and slapped me across the face.
I realized that I was crying too.
I shut up after that. I knew the consequence. As he sheathed himself in me, I let out a scream. But what followed were only small sobs and gasps, and, occasionally, a whimper. He was harsh, as he was on my first time, when he had taken me on the floor, a kunai holding my hands down. I could only cry.
Why was he doing this to me?
It was painful, I admitted. His thing didn't even feel like a thing, it felt like a huge rock thrusting up into me with full force. I buried my face in my aching arm, wishing atop all my previous wishes that he wouldn't see me cry. He did, but didn't really care.
A shiver erupted over my sweating body as I came silently, spilling over the sheets. "Elisa.." he whispered gently into my ear, "...I haven't come yet. Be a good girl and make me come." he didn't need an answer, for he thrusted into me once again, didn't even bothering to be gentle this time. My eyesight was blurry, and the coil tightening in my stomach was so intense I couldn't feel anything else. Oh, come on. Why wouldn't someone just walk in on us, and do something useful like saving me.
I cried a lot that night. I just didn't get Itachi. He raped me, and even when I found the courage to come look for him in the Akatsuki base, he raped me again. My heart broke silently. So this was what one-sided love felt like. It was just a dream that would remain in the corner of my mind, forever.
A heartbreak hurts more than a thousand knives piercing every fibre in your body.
That night, he hugged me...
I woke up in his arms. I felt like I was soaked in slime. But that didn't make much sense because Itachi had taken the initiative to clean me up and applied some medicine to my bruised wrists and any other visible sore part. This had nothing to do with love, because he just liked his properties to be clean. I was his property. His seductively warm breath fanned my top hairs.
I wanted to wriggle out, but my body heeded no commands. I was stuck in the bastard's embrace. And even then, my body betrayed me, because my arms just wrapped themselves around his torso. I sighed, and closed my eyes.
Hopefully, I would wake up tomorrow and find out all was a dream...