A/N: A dark ItaNaru(fem) oneshot, written for Lady Salazar, who said she wanted one where Itachi was still evil and Naruto was still loyal to Konoha. This fits her style, I think. And, she also gets thanks for editing it for me. The funny thing is, as I post this, I'm listening to Maneater by Nelly Furtado… Ironic.
Warnings: Dark, mentions of sexual situations, mild psychosis, and character death.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, which is ©Masashi Kishimoto.
Black Widow
The blonde slipped from the bed, skin still glistening with sweat from the night's activities. She ignored the feeling of something wet trickling down her thigh, moving around the room to pick up her clothes and only pausing in the rental room's bathroom to wipe herself clean. As she went about her business, dark eyes watched from the dark corner that the bed was nestled in, accustomed to the routine after months of secret liaisons.
For the first time, the man decided to break the silence. "This can't continue forever, Naruto-kun."
The blonde didn't bother to look back at the speaker, stooping to pull on her panties and replying flippantly, "That's fine."
Silence stretched on between them, the only noise the rustling of clothes as they were pulled on, before the dark other questioned blandly, "Is it?"
She paused in pulling on her sandals, glancing toward the bed where the now red eyes stared at her dispassionately. "Yes," she answered matter-of-factly. Stomping her heel into her shoe, she grabbed her jacket and hitai-ate, and put them both on. She stopped one last time at the door, and took one last look back, speaking in the same dull tone he usually used, "After all, this is nothing."
She left before he could reply.
She used a forearm to wipe off her mouth and gripped the rim of the sink tightly; body shaking, water dripping down her face as she stared at herself in the mirror. The harsh fluorescent lights washed out her already pale skin, and she could still taste the sourness of bile and stomach acid in the back of her throat, making her want to retch even more.
Everything, this whole situation, disgusted her… but she couldn't stop herself.
Instead, she bared her sharp teeth in a feral mockery of a smile, pupils having pulled into long, animalistic slits, before she pulled a fist back and shattered the mirror.
His body jerked, eyes widening even as he felt spreading burn of pain and something else(numbness) from his chest. His gaze turned downward, staring stupidly, for the first time, at the blade protruding from his chest, one thought echoing through his head.
How?
How was it possible? How had they snuck up on him? How had he not noticed? How, how, how? He fell to his knees, hands coming up to touch the blade, and he watched the spreading stain of crimson. An iridescent sheen on the edge caught his eye, and his mind helpfully supplied: poison.
The scuff of a shoe caught his attention, and he looked, sluggishly, toward the noise, his dark, blood-red eyes catching a pair of slit, burning scarlet. Razor sharp teeth gleamed at him in the darkness from which those eyes shone, and he knew that this was his end.
He'd been caught in her web.
She walked forward, straying only close enough to wrap one hand around the hilt of the sword spearing his chest. Her voice was a low, purring contralto as she said, "I've always known that our little tryst was impermanent. After all, once-" she gave the sword a vicious twist, causing a flood of blood to bubble up his throat, and then corrected herself, "-now, you've fulfilled your purpose, you are nothing." With a savage yank, she tore the blade from his body, which sprawled in the dirt, the poison having done most of its work.
She brought the blade down in a deadly arc across his unprotected neck.
"Goodbye, Itachi-kun."