Nerves were the enemy, but she had every right to give in to them. Hanako didn't want to sleep, it was an unpleasant concept. But most of all, she didn't want it to be dark. She begged the nurse to keep the light on as she left and she complied with a pitying smile. Kakashi had promised to send someone to watch her, but the person had yet to arrive. Perhaps it was irrationality, but she wanted the person to be in the patient room, rather than stand outside the door. She expected that they would come to introduce themselves.

She stared at the clock. It's only nine p.m. I have to make it to five maybe six a.m. before I can be sure. Please come soon. Please.

She bunched the sheets up in her lap. She was exhausted and wanted to stretch out in the comfortable bed, but she would be vulnerable.

Kakashi-san seemed genuinely concerned about… Mitsui-san. Did something similar happen to her as well? Is that why she showed up in that world? Was she also trying to fight all those monsters? Did we cross paths? Maybe… maybe once I get out, I can talk to her… but… The way Kakashi-san was talking about her, it made it seem like…

The light shut off.

Her skin became cold with fear, every hair stood on end. No. No. No. No.

She shut her eyes and curled into a tight ball.

They're coming.

Her hands gripped her thin hair and tugged.

Please no. Please.

She heard movement, but it was muffled. There was an extended silence. However, she knew better. She kept her eyes shut and her arms close. Just wait for a second, then hit the button the nurses told you about. They'll send someone quickly, and everything will be okay.

She took in a deep breath and looked up. There was nothing in the room.

Maybe I'm imagining things. I was in there for so long…

A soft tap sound came from her right. Reflexively she turned and saw a hand patting the window, from the outside.

This is the second floor.

She grabbed the red button.

"Open it."

She knew that voice. Just as her thumb was hitting the button, she looked again. Just over the edge of the windowpane were her own eyes staring back at her.

X

His fingers curiously moved along her slightly damp lips…

I feel weird. This isn't… A strange warmth was developing in her.

...then dipped within the folds.

Her legs buckled and she dropped to her knees. What the hell is this feeling? It's weird. It's so weird… A glaze had set over her brown eyes, and her lips were parted to release weak, shallow pants.

"Can you walk?" Itachi asked.

He massaged just around the entrance.

She shook her head and shuddered. Everything feels so weird. And… It's so hot. My body feels so hot… A flurry of sensations cascaded through her shivering limbs.

"I want you to fuck me. Hard and fast like a man should," she whispered, her fingers tugged his boxers down to release his ache from its prison. A bolt of hunger rushed through him. He picked her up and dropped her on his bed… he positioned himself…

Her hands squeezed her still tremoring thighs.

"It's… sort of like… something… is…"

"But, you must be gentle at first…" Her legs hooked around his waist, her mouth was against his ear again. "It's her first time after all."

"What?" Her legs tightened around him, forcing him to plunge deep into the warm walls.

She yelped and grabbed onto his sleeve.

"It hurts."

Kakashi released a low grunt, his eyes shutting from a sudden wave of intense sensation.

She was panting louder, her eyes were glossy again. Itachi placed a hand against her forehead. She's sweating more. Perhaps it actually is a fever?

"But it…"

Her hands reached up to cup his face, and he stiffened. Itachi did not move as her face leaned closer to his.

It was too much not to indulge. Immediately Kakashi's hips started to buck.

"It feels really good." she moaned softly. Itachi's blood rushed downward. She took hold of his hair and closed the space. He was able to stop her just before their mouths met.

"What are you doing?"

"I-I don't know." she was trembling and squirming.

"Oi." Kisame's voice came from a short ways away. "If you two are going to have relations, could you at least keep it down? Or go somewhere where I can't hear it?"

Relations?

Itachi was becoming impatient with this situation. He was not going to have sex with this woman. She was only a piece of luggage that they had come across by coincidence, that was too weak to be of any real use, but was strange and had some unmeasurable form of political value. She was not a woman that he cared about, or so he tried to convince himself.

"Itachi." his name was moaned so softly.

Damn it.

He picked her up. I don't know what is happening to her, but whatever it is I'm sure there is some logical explanation. He carried her through the trees until he thought he was far enough. Kisame could take care of himself, he was not concerned.

"Now, can you explain exactly what you're feeling?"

He set her back down on a patch of grass.

"Uh… it…" she gasped and gripped his shirt again.

The way that she's moving… Her eyelids were fluttering. It does seem like she's in the throes of…

"Ah!" she arched and convulsed.

Her body was wrought with shivers.

"You haven't described what's happening."

"L-like… something…" she tugged at him. "Something inside! And it's moving back and forth!"

She descended into a series of mewls.

I hate this. I hate this. I hate this. I'll take any pain, I'll take suffering, but not this! I can't handle it! I don't know how!

Suddenly the sensation ceased. Mitsuru's body was limp on the ground, and she was panting loudly.

"Please be over." she moaned.

He helped her sit up and kept his hand on her back. She was breathing hard still, leaning her shoulder against his chest.

And she screamed. She clung to Itachi tightly, her legs jerking. Tears were running down her face, but she managed to look up at him.

"Make it stop." she whimpered.

"How?"

"Please, anything. Please. Do anything."

For once he had no solution. The sensation she described is precisely… He glared at nothing. This is ludicrous.

A warm mouth pressed to his, and his eyes widened. Mitsuru was on her knees, and her hips were humping the air. He pulled back only to have her climbing on top of him.

"Mitsuru, enough."

He put a hand on her waist to keep her from moving higher, but she was satisfied with straddling his hips. She ground herself atop him, still gasping and moaning as she rode some invisible phallus. The image was, intriguing, to say the least.

But he had had enough.

He threw her off with a single, harsh shove. She landed against the ground, still writhing.

"Make it stop." she sobbed.

He rarely expressed emotion, but the current events had struck a nerve in the young Uchiha.

"Please…"

He turned and walked away, back towards his partner. Having that woman climb on top of him, as though that would relieve the stress in her body was infuriating. He didn't completely understand why it provoked him so, but the only reason that crossed his mind was something he refused to acknowledge. That the source of the intense, pleasurable sensation was not him.

Elsewhere

One could say he felt like an animal against the woman's body. The tiniest touches from those delicate but cold fingertips contrasted the incalescent center he thrust and thrust into. The cool contact should have awoken him from his stupor, but it only served to pull him deeper and deeper into a pleasurable abyss. In other words, he felt he was going mad.

It's not Mitsuru… it's not…he managed to think despite the increasing euphoria. He opened his eyes and saw that face staring up at him. A naturally sensual look was present across her features. Her was mouth partway open, and her eyes were begging for it. He dropped his head in defeat. It's not her. It's not her.

"Kakashi, fuck me. Fuck me hard." her voice was high pitched.

He groaned and increased the force. She sounds like her, but it can't be her.

"Oh yes! Kakashi! Give it to me! Give it to me!"

His doubt was returning, but she grabbed his face and drew him into another heated kiss. The haze became solidified.

"Mitsuru." he moaned near her ear.

His knit brows trembled. Her fingers ran through his hair, and he shuddered, pausing to catch his breath. A cold tongue outlined the shell of his ear, and a low provocative moan drifted past her lips.

"Mmm, don't stop. Show me how it's done."

He lifted his head to stare into her eyes, his own mouth open as he took in shallow breaths. He slipped himself out, setting his knees on the mattress and lifted her hips up. Angling just right he slammed back into her and quickly set a pace twice as fast as before.

"Yes! Like that!" she released a screech-like moan, "Fuck me like a man!"

He watched her seductive eyes that were still locked on his. Her large breasts heaved with every impact her body endured. I shouldn't be...

"Yes! Yes! Fuck me Kakashi! Ram me!"

Each exclamation sent a wave of desire through him. Having a woman screaming for rough sex was something he only imagined.

"Break my pussy Kakashi! Break me!"

This isn't right.

His body no longer cared about the doubt that drifted in and out of his consciousness. He moved frantically, almost desperately to ease the unbearable ache that filled his body. However, the pace was something he could not maintain, not with his every sense becoming so dazed. He collapsed atop her.

"Let me on top." she always spoke against his ear now. "I'll give you a good show."

He slipped an arm beneath her and lifted her body until she was suspended. Her hands hooked around his neck as he gripped her by her waist and bounced her in midair. She threw her head back to release a thrilled laugh, followed by flashy moans as he maintained the position and repetitive strokes. Again, he found himself unable to keep it up. This was not normal, his body had more endurance than this. He fell sideways onto the bed then rolled onto his back. She straddled his thighs and let her hands squeeze and massage his still swollen self. His limbs were heavy once again, his body was strangely exhausted, he couldn't even open his left eye.

She sheathed him again, and eagerly sprung her body up and down, her hands were in her hair as she moved. The image was intoxicating. She released one exaggerated cry after another, thriving on his inability to pry his half-gaze away from her.

I need to stop this…

With what little strength he had he opened his left eye. He saw the woman with Mitsuru's face still riding atop him, only there was a thick reddish-purple outline around her body.

I was right. It's…

Her hips stopped.

"You saw it?" her voice was still seductive and low.

His swell did not dissipate despite his confirmation, and he could only groan as she laid across him with it still buried deep between her legs.

"You are so terrible, you know."

The fingers of her right hand walked up along his chest to his shoulder.

"You just take take take."

She rotated her hips, and he grunted.

"First you took my little sisters toy."

He tensed.

"And then…"

She lifted her head to meet his gaze.

"You take you dear one's virginity, without her permission."

He saw more prominent bloodshot lines surrounding the now black irises.

"How awful." she griped.

She's lying. She's trying to get inside my head. I need to get her off and regain control of the sit-

"But you know." she sat up and rolled her hips.

His eyes shut from the feeling.

"You really know how to give it when a girl asks for it."

He breathed heavily, his mind was still so clouded.

"I'll forgive you," her hand rested on his abdomen. "Just this once."

She grinned slowly, sincerely enjoying the look of contempt in his eyes.

"You don't want to keep going?" she pouted, hiding her teeth. "You were doing so well."

Her hips rose up just to the tip of his length.

"Doesn't it feel good? Don't you like filling up this tight, young pussy?"

She dropped, and he grunted.

"Don't be boring now. Moan her name and pound me, just like you were a second ago!"

"Ne-san."

The woman turned to her head. Kakashi turned as well.

"It's done."

"Hmm, but I was having so much fun."

"I don't know what you see in human men…" a woman with Hanako's face glared at the confused Kakashi.

The woman with Mitsuru's face giggled, still wiggling her hips.

"You should give it a try…" she climbed over him, finally allowing his softening manhood to slip out. "They're so funny…"

Her digits brushed his face.

"You can see the struggle in their eyes, but they soon just give in. And then that moment where they realize they've made a mistake." a bit of saliva dripped down her chin.

It splashed on his cheek, and his eyelids flinched.

"It's the best." there was a hideous glow in her eyes.

"Ne-san, it's going to be morning soon. We need to get you somewhere safe. You can play with him again later."

The woman licked from his cheek to temple then whispered:

"I'll be back."

He could no longer keep his eyes open. As the darkness came he was left with a single thought:

Ah… that's what this is… a nightmare.