Chapter 2: He never goes easy on her
Sasuke was watching her while she was exercising. She didn't break a sweat, she never does, because that would make people think she was weak. But Sasuke, from all the people, knew that weakness was one of the few things Kumiko didn't know the meaning of.
"We're going training." He was already leaving in expectation of the girl, who now had become a young woman, following him. But compared to his expectations she just continued the push-ups. There wasn't much necessary to make Sasuke impatient like he was now, she was his shield and when he wants to train, she will obey him and follow him. The kunai knife he had casted towards her had aimed for her head, but Sasuke had no intention of killing the girl, because he knew she wouldn't get hurt. She stopped it without much effort and threw it back, Sasuke avoiding it right on time, because she was fast, really fast, faster than him, and that's exactly why they needed to train. Yet still she continued her exercises until the impatient boy who had become a young man now lost his patience and growled.
"500," she said when she finished her last push-up, and she stood up and looked at the boy who had activated his sharingan for no reason. Kumiko was used to his temper though, Sasuke had never been a patient man and he would never become one, not like she was. And that's exactly why he hated her so much. While he was being dominated by hatred all the time, she didn't show any feelings at all. She was annoying. And so without exchanging any more words the pale-skinned girl stood up and walked past her ward, the one she was supposed to protect and obey.
He hated her, more than anything in the world, but not as much as he detested his very own brother Itachi. Kumiko took peace with being the second-most-detested human on earth, she didn't like Sasuke anyways. She didn't like him, but she didn't hate him either. She felt nothing towards him, because that was their way of living. Her Lord was still her most precious ambition, and her Lord wanted her to look after Sasuke, and so she did. She used to be his perfect vessel, but Lord Orochimaru had discovered an even greater one, and although she regretted not being his perfect vessel anymore, it was her responsibility now to raise his new one.
What he hated the most about her was her face, because it never betrayed any emotions, and it was perfect, too perfect, fake. Her eyes were the most frightening, because they were so cold and blue and too bright to be true.
"Wrong," she told him again, and when she spoke you couldn't hear any intonation, you never heard it, and that was also a big feature of her annoyingness. She never said more than necessary either, another fact why he hated her so much. "Straighter," and she pointed at the sword Sasuke was holding in his hand. Those few times he heard her voice, he was always disappointed, for the girl was far one of the most beautiful he had ever witnessed, and while expecting a thousand whistles of a nightingale, it reminded him of an old sick crow. How Sasuke described it was exaggerating of course, and actually he should be happy for the girl was perfect in every possible way, except for her voice, so she wasn't that perfect after all.
"Kumiko." Kabuto had been watching them before interrupting their training. He lifted his glasses again and Kumiko walked towards him, leaving behind an angry Sasuke. "What about my training."
"Lord Orochimaru wants you to take a day off."
"Again? It's the third time already this week!"
"I'm sorry Sasuke, orders are orders," he smirked, and followed the girl who had already entered the lair of their master. Sasuke hated her even more. Of course she couldn't do anything about it, he just needed someone to blame, and she was the perfect victim.
"Kabuto," she gasped and continued her eternal staring at the ceiling in the hope that one day a message would be written on it. They had returned to Kabuto's surgery right away, and Kabuto was one of the few followers of Orochimaru who had been able to hear sentences longer than five words out of her mouth. "Am I not worthy enough to be Lord Orochimaru's perfect vessel."
"To be honest Kumiko, Sasuke represents all the features Lord Orochimaru had been looking for so desperately."
"I see..." Kabuto injected another one of his elixirs in her left arm. "Does that mean I'm useless?"
"Of course not. Lord Orochimaru choose you to protect Sasuke Uchiha. It's a great task, you should be honoured."
"I'll try to," she whispered as the poison was spreading through her veins, leaving nothing but a prevailing fatigue behind.
"Protecting Sasuke Uchiha is your new purpose now, your destiny." Slowly she fell asleep as Kabuto's familiar voice spoke out those familiar words, and with the tops of his fingers closed her eyes. When she was completely asleep he put on his plastic gloves and seized for his scalpel, to slice a perfectly straight scar right next to the other one on her breast. He couldn't cut her in her stomach anymore, that part of her body had already been mauled enough. And like any other surgery he started his routine with dipping the blood with a cotton, and when most of the blood was gone, he cut deeper and deeper.
She was watching his training with Orochimaru, while she actually wasn't allowed to. She envied the boy who had become a young man now, because he was learning new jutsus she hadn't even heard of. They were working within the circles of a pentagram, Orochimaru whispering words and performing the same handsigns as Sasuke who was meditating. Kabuto had told her he didn't need her anymore for the remain of the day, she had a day off and while most other people would use this opportunity to go on some adventure, spend some time in nature or god knows what else, she stayed within the dark catacombs of her Lord's lair, because she never had had a day off in her entire life with Orochimaru, and therefore was clueless what to do with it. It made her wonder how Sasuke spends his free days, and if he hadn't been bored back then. But after knowing him for more than two and a half years now, Kumiko could tell without any doubt he spent his days in training.
And so her master's smile had vanished right after noticing his used-to-be perfect vessel was peeking around the corner, because from all the things she knew well enough that he hated peeking. "Kumiko," he said and the girl entered the room, her icy blue eyes focussed on the floor which was for the best, because looking her Lord in the eyes now would only cause severe consequences. As she entered the room just like Sasuke remembered her to do so two and a half years ago during their first encounter, he watched every step she took, not even bothering Orochimaru angriness. "You know what the consequences are."
"Yes master," she answered impassive, like having it answered a thousand times over.
"I'll show you mercy this time, don't test my patience again."
"Yes, master," and she bowed and turned around, leaving her Lord and his perfect vessel behind. Sasuke was confused because he noticed how she hadn't been showing any fear, because being scared of Orochimaru was part of being a follower. But little did he know the girl with the icy blue eyes had grown tired of fear and all she wanted was to feel pain again, because Kumiko was senseless to any kind of feeling and emotion.
His master called out for him while he had been watching the girl slowly vanishing in the dark of the lair, and without much interest he turned his head to face him. "Let's call it out for today, shall we?"
"What? Again?"
"Come come Sasuke, I want my perfect vessel to be prepared for another day of training."
"I'm sick of quitting trainings early and getting days off!" Sasuke always activated his sharingan when he was angry, without any reason, his sharingan was unnecessary while speaking to his master, after all his own master wouldn't hurt his perfect vessel would he? Orochimaru was used to his temper of course and stayed perfectly calm under the circumstances of Sasuke pulling out his sword and pointing it at him. Of course Sasuke was too much of a coward to come any nearer his master with a weapon threatening in his hands, and out of frustration threw the snakesword aside and leaved angrily, because desolation was something he needed more than anything at this moment.
She had been watching of course, and followed every step up to his bedroom and watched how he growled and threw himself on the bed in an attempt of forgetting the frustration or at least diminishing it. That was until she showed up again, walked in his bedroom as silently as she always used to do, and glanced at his face full of hatred which was staring back hungrily. He was angry again, and every time he had been angry she had done the same thing to ease his anger, and so she would do it again, because taking care of her ward was her obligation, and that concluded every part of taking care of someone as far as it goes.
"You know what to do." She didn't tense a muscle when she told him this, because tensing muscles means showing you're scared, and Kumiko had forgotten how it felt like to be scared. Sasuke stood up from his bed and slowly walked into her, gently caressing her perfect, too perfect face with the icy blue eyes and the pale pale skin. "I won't go easy on you," and his lips started tracking down from neck to collarbone, but still her impassive facial expression didn't show any sign of life.
"You never do." As her final response was more or less agreeing, Sasuke pinned her against the wall and untied the sash around her waist that was keeping her white kimono closed, and slid down the fabric of her shoulders making it drop on the floor decorating her lovely small feet. The moans escaping from his mouth, as he had no idea where to start with his hands, were heavy and deep, but somehow Kumiko relaxed by them since she had gotten so familiar with them. His arms lifted her up and pinned her even tighter against the wall, his mouth covering the lovely nipples from her small still so perfect breasts, and just like his hands he had no idea where to start. He never kissed her on the lips, because kissing on the lips was a level too high of reach in their 'relationship' they didn't even share. Kissing was something for lovers to do, and love was a concept missing in their 'relationship'. It was based on anger and lust, and that was all Sasuke needed.
He groaned when he pressed himself against her, feeling his hardening getting tested to the limit between her two legs, still Kumiko's expression was the same as always. Nevertheless Sasuke was too busy for caring, and continued his personal way of dealing with anger and stress, the best one he had discovered so far. And since there was no other pretty girl among Orochimaru's servants, and since it was her responsibility to take care of Sasuke, Orochimaru having strictly confirmed any way necessary, Kumiko was the only girl, young woman, who could fulfil Sasuke's desires as a young man, although Sasuke had forgotten a long time ago how it felt like to long for something so desperate you'd do anything to receive it.
"Sasuke," but he didn't stop when Kabuto entered his room, disturbing his treatment to unwind. Kumiko herself didn't mind it, she was used to it, and Kabuto, Sakon or Orochimaru himself had entered his bedroom several times before while she was 'treating' him. Sasuke wasn't the kind of person to care for a silly thing like that, almost every time when she was in his bedroom, the door was never closed, and some of Orochimaru's servants watched them and god knows what else they were thinking and doing. Because Sasuke didn't bother, and so she wouldn't bother either.
When Kabuto realized Sasuke wasn't about to stop, he lifted his glasses and raised his voice, his Lord's perfect vessel still continuing, so Kabuto would continue his task as well. "Lord Orochimaru wishes to see you."
"I'm busy," was the only thing Sasuke responded, when he told his protector to undress him, and so she did, busy untying the string around his waist and removing the remain of the excess of clothes
"I'm afraid that won't convince Lord Orochimaru."
"Leave us."
No matter what Kabuto would say, this man wouldn't change his mind. He wanted, no, needed this, and therefore, his master would have to wait. The medical ninja leaved eventually, annoyed by his spoiled behaviour, closed the door and Kumiko felt the unfamiliar sense of relieve he had closed it. Satisfying her ward's lusts were part of being his protector, enjoying it was another thing. She was used to this, and used to the pain as well, because Sasuke was never gentle with her, only in the beginning, but once the tension grew stronger his anger and lust did as well at the same time. Kumiko couldn't feel any pain so why bother and hold back.
He was groaning in her neck when her naked body was being wrapped around his, and Kumiko bit her under lip preparing for the worst when he was about to penetrate her, and Sasuke smiled every time she did that, because he had been the only one until now to change any expression in her face. He was never gentle with her, and he wouldn't be this time either, so at first he entered her softly and discovered a proper rhythm soon enough, to his liking of course. She was closing her eyes in the hope of the pain fading, although she knew better it wouldn't, but trying wasn't any harm. He was quicker and rougher than she wished, but biting away the pain was part of being his protector. After all Sasuke was the only one who was able to remember her the meaning of pain, because no one had ever been able of hurting her in battle before.
The pain only increased when temperature was increasing as well. She was getting used to it now somehow, and was staring blindly at the wall in front of her. She could feel he was coming, she knew it because his back tensed as it always does, and at this stage the pain was the worst. It was the stage when his anger took over as well as the sealed cursemark in his neck looking exactly the same as hers, only she was able to control it compared to him. She didn't show any signs of fear, but inside she was frightened without even realising, because again this particular emotion was unfamiliar to her like pain. And again Sasuke was the only one to remember her how it feels like. The tribal cursemark had settled all the way up to his toes, worse than normal, and they turned into colours of flames, slowly but painfully burning into Kumiko's skin. She'd have to heal if afterwards, Kabuto had taught her how to because he was getting sick of doing it himself, sometimes twice a day, and the smell of burning flesh overwhelmed his bedroom. This was the part she feared so much, and it happened every time, sometimes worse than other days, and this was definitely one of those worse days. The heat burning into her skin pulled her back at certain memories, and flashes of her sister battling her in the area and causing so, so much pain, physically and mentally, appeared in front of her eyes, playing on the wall at the other side of his room like an old movie, and she remembered how it felt like to be scared. Her sister whispering those very last words in her ear and offering her all of her chakra, and how it had hurt sealing the chakra inside her body, like a blue flame burning from the inside. Just like Sasuke's cursemark was burning her from the outside, and deep deep inside she wished she could remember this pain forever, but she knew she couldn't. So the only option was to protect him for the remain of his life.
Just like they never kissed, Sasuke never came inside of her, because having a son on his conscience needed to be avoided as much as possible, and so he let go of her and caught most of the semen with his hands, cursing no one had prepared a towel on his nightstand like they were ought to do. Blaming her because she was the one to take responsibility for him, and with one short smack hit her powerful in the face when she was crawled together sitting in the corner of his room on the floor, her face still not betraying any emotions which made him even madder. Not even when he had smashed her in the face, because she was used to it, because he blamed her for everything and therefore expected everything from her as well, while he knew as far as protecting and taking care of someone goes, preparing towels on the person's nightstand wasn't included with that. She could avoid any more slaps by a simple smile, cry or angry look, but Kumiko found changing her expressions more difficult than bearing another one of his fierce slaps, and so he did it again in an attempt of seeing any emotion in her eyes, in vain of course. He got sick of it, washed his hands and leaved her in his room, Kumiko not even trying to get up to wash away the sticky white substance from the sperm he had mostly caught with his hands and which he had hit her with. She was busy trying to remember the pain he had caused just a minute ago, but it seemed more like years to her, because she had already forgotten how it felt like. She wanted to cry, but she didn't know how to, so she laid down on his bed and took in the familiar smell called Sasuke's, because it calmed her down somehow. It reminded her of someone, just like his dark dark eyes and ravenblack hair, her favourite teacher used to have the same hair, eyes and scent as him, before the 'ketchup' had messed it up. And deep, deep inside a little voice inside of her, though she had no idea of its existence, told her to run away, get out of here before he returns, while the other one was under the spell of his wonderful perfume.
Sasuke entered Orochimaru's room in his own Sasuke way, not interested and not caring, wearing another one of his impassive attitude masks when Kabuto shot a glare at the boy with the dark dark eyes who was impossible to handle. Even now, when he had taken advantage of his own protector, letting all of his anger out and the girl foolish enough to take it, he still acted so Sasuke, and Kabuto somehow got the feeling this kid needed to be distrusted more and more. He was well aware that Kumiko would give up anything to serve her master, yet still he questioned if she would be prepared to give up him. Because for some reason, Kabuto had no idea why so, he believed that the two of them shared a bond stronger than any other he had seen before. The idea of all of this was absurd of course, because Kumiko suffered enough with a guy like him, she was just doing what she was obliged to do, that's all.
"What is it," Sasuke said with an annoyed tone like he always does, not really caring it would piss off his teacher or not. This behaviour was something Orochimaru was used to, and if he wanted his body he would have to endure 'the attitude' first. "You're getting stronger Sasuke. I think it's time for a little experiment."
Sasuke looked up at his master humming out the words with another one of his despicable smiles, and repeated the word experiment as if not understanding what he mend with that. "You interrupted me, for an experiment."
"Don't worry you'll get plenty of time to pick up with whatever you were doing with that little toy of yours. I can't help but, noticing," and he turned his face to look his vessel better in the eyes, but Sasuke wasn't looking at him, "you're getting attached to the girl."
"She means nothing to me."
Kabuto couldn't help but release the slightest chuckle. He answered as cold as always, so it was true. Sasuke wasn't lying. She was just his teacher, his instrument to lessen the fierce boiling inside of him and also the perfect addition of getting a step closer near his revenge, because she would do anything to protect him. But at the same time, Sasuke was realizing he was getting dependable of the girl for if she wouldn't be around, there wouldn't be any instrument to reduce his hatred, and if he'd be faced with his brother one day, he would take him down alone, without any help. He needed to maintain his distance with the girl, not constantly relying on her and sometimes accumulate the anger inside of him.
"So anyways, what's this test about."
"Nothing big, you'll only have to fight a few people."
"How many."
"About a hundred." His Lord's smile widened as he noticed still the same expression on the vessel's face. This was exactly what Orochimaru wanted, someone who didn't fear anyone or anything since fear was unnecessary when you know you'll be able to overpower your opponent. And Sasuke was already standing in the doorway waiting for his master to come, and Orochimaru's smile increased if that was even possible.
It was evening when he entered his room again, and she had moved from the floor till his bed while she knew Sasuke hated it when she slept in his bed especially after such an exhausting fight. Of course Sasuke had won, otherwise he wouldn't be named Sasuke, still, fighting a hundred opponents costs a lot of chakra and energy in general, so poor Sasuke was torn out when he arrived in his bedroom fixing his sharingan eyes on the girl wrapped in his bedspread and her icy blue eyes closed. And despite her overwhelming beauty Sasuke didn't mind waking her up ruder than necessary, and when she slowly opened her eyes enchanting him with that icy look of hers, he felt nothing, and it made him angry. And he thought back at the days he used to spend in the Leaf with Naruto and Sakura, but he felt nothing, only darkness and hollowness aching at the bottom of his chest. An infinite well that could never be filled again. And he got even madder when he realized he was thinking about that in the first place, only by looking at her eyes, referring she had used that jutsu of hers again, the one that was able to look into someone's past and digging into someone's feelings like that was even part of her business. Sasuke knew that this mind-piercing jutsu of hers was one she couldn't control and happened every time you looked her too deep in the eyes, still he was so angry about it he dragged her out of bed by the hair. He hated her, and he hated how even now, her expression was still as blank as before, and he hated how he didn't know anything about her yet he did, because her mind-piercing jutsu had a reversed effect. While she could see the past of that person and could read any of its emotions, that person could see hers as well, and every time she had used that jutsu he saw her past but he had never felt the emotions she felt, because she didn't feel any at all. So just like this time, she just went along with it and didn't show any signs of pain or fear, partly because this pain was nothing compared to the one she had experienced earlier before, and partly because she didn't fear Sasuke, because she knew he needed her, and he might abuse her and hit her and yell things at her, he at least, of all the people, had never looked at her with those eyes.
"DON'T YOU EVER SHOW ANY EMOTIONS AT ALL? WHAT ARE YOU, DEATH ITSELF?" He was angry again, and deep inside Kumiko started hoping he wouldn't use her again to diminish that anger. All he wanted was a facial expression on her face, all he asked for was any emotion in those icy blue blue eyes of hers, any sign of life, but how pitiful it may seem that was something she couldn't offer to him, even though it was her responsibility to take care of him in any possible way. She knew she was making him angrier now, and it wouldn't take long before he'd desire the same gratification as before, so she prepared for the worst. As he rested his lips next to her ear, he whispered very softly. "Please, don't use that jutsu again."
Kumiko was confused as he asked this, because Sasuke never asks her anything, she's expected to do it on order, and she wondered if her justu had done this to him, making him a little more human than he normally is. And for once he was actually gentle with her when he pressed himself against her, still holding on to her perfect long brown hair, but at least not pulling it. And instead of asking her to undress him to feel her naked body even closer near his, he only rested his head in her neck and gently caressed her naked back down her bottom all the way down her legs.
"I'm in a bad mood," he told her, but she didn't respond because Kumiko barely spoke, and definitely not to Sasuke. She knew that he was letting her know he needed her, only in his subtle Sasuke-way. He didn't want to scare her, because Sasuke sensed he was at his most vulnerable now having thought back at his memories of the Leaf, and he needed her more than anything now, he needed the protection and everything in addition to that.
"I won't go easy on you."
"You never do."
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