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In Those Liquid Eyes

"A guess…hmm?" Kakashi rasped thoughtfully, looking ideally towards Asuma who sat quietly across the other side of the room.

Asuma was looking directly at Itachi as if he was itching to say something.

Itachi simply waited, letting Asuma collect his thoughts.

"What do you think?" Kakashi asked Asuma.

"What do i think?" Asuma snorted, his gaze narrowed at Itachi.

"..."

"From your story, you paint yourself a man that kills without remorse, you speak of humility but I can see a fire in you…you are never truly humble are you?" Asuma asked.

"..."

"You know you should be though, you know your place, you accept it in your mind…but not your heart. You control your actions to fit what you know is expected, but they do not come naturally to you do they?" He muttered softly.

"Is that what you think?' Itachi rasped.

"Yes...There is always a part of you that crave power, authority…to rise above what is allowed…" Asuma concluded.

A smirk touch Itachi's lips as he bore his piercing gaze into Asuma's dark ones.

"So you say I betray my vampire family?" Itachi asked.

"It would not be surprising…' Asuma muttered, looking right at Itachi, seeking perhaps for any hint of guilt or remorse.

Itachi tilted his head mockingly, a sinister smirk touch his lips.

"You think me heartless" Itachi concluded.

"Am I wrong?" Asuma challenged. "After all, you lie and kill, and willingly reside in the company of liars and killers"

"…"

"I cannot imagine that anything is beyond you or any of your family…you take such joy in death and murders that you even amusingly make all these killings into fancy story of blood drinkers"

Itachi tightened his jaws, his fingers curl at Asuma's disparaging words.

"You humans are so arrogant…just like purebloods; you think you know everything, you think you are the ultimate creation under God's merciful gaze…the smartest, the strongest!" He gritted.

"…"

"I've seen worlds you've never even dream of, things you cannot even imagine…I've seen the rise and fall of kingdoms, of races…most of them destroyed by their sheer arrogance and in thinking that they are invincible…having no respect for others"

"…"

"I tell you this…nothing is eternal… Your human civilization will fall and I will watch you humans destroy it with those very hands that build it…"

"Are you threatening?"

"Oh no…" Itachi shook his head in amusement. "I don't threaten… simply speaking from experience"

"…"

"You think so poorly of me, of my kind…of purebloods, thinking us brutal, ruthless and heartless… You are simply speaking from ideals that are untested!" Itachi spat. "In times of desperation, in times of war…and if you must kill to live…will you not do what it takes to survive? Will you not do what it takes for your very race to live?"

"…"

"We live in a very different worlds sir…one you can barely imagine. One of darkness and death… of blood and power. So don't judge me or our kind with your stick of morality! You have never had your integrity and humanity tested, unlike us!"

"So did you betray them? Did their love for you stand the test or did they suffer your wrath?" Kakashi asked suddenly.

Itachi tightened his jaws, turning his gaze back at Kakashi. He should not have gotten emotional by Asuma's judgmental words. He should not have…but he the very thought that Asuma dare judge his family so blatantly, angers him!

"Did I betray them…?" Itachi asked quietly.

"..."

"That depends on your definition of betrayal…Emerging at the end of the eighteen century we were officially at war. We returned finally to the place where I was born, the place I begged, the very place which walls haunts my very existence...

Through time, through the two centuries, so much had changed, yet it felt so familiar.

Sasuke brush his wrist against my fingers, urging for me to take his hand as I had done so many years ago as we walked down that familiar yet foreign street.

'Welcome home' Sasuke smiled at me, when I lace our fingers together.

We followed the other two down the familiar path. Our coven that was destroyed, the surviving vampires we had left behind then had started a new coven. A strong one, a powerful one.

We've heard news that scattered purebloods whose covens were destroyed had come to seek asylum here.

Over the years, it had grown large… creating a coven more powerful than had ever been done before; which naturally attracted the dhampirs and immortal children.

Back then it was thought that the last great battle likened Armageddon; the battle of good versus evil, will take place in that very ground we walk.

Now, if such a battle was to happen…naturally Madara and Hashirama would be a part of it. After all, they had been born in times of war and thus their experience is invaluable.

I don't believe I had ever told you of the time they were born to, which I believe constructed many of their thoughts and believes.

It was dark times…They were born in a time where purebloods were split into clans and every clan possessing their own special ability.

They fought and wipe out other clans for territory and with the firm believe in their very hearts that their clan possesses the most ideal and superior bloodline; and the only one deserving to exist. And in the midst of it all, purebloods from many clans impregnated humans, giving birth to dhampirs in an attempt to increase their army.

Like immortal children created to serve purebloods… dhampirs were created to die for them…They are nothing more than tools, treated and seen like one until the rebellion that shock the purebloods, ceasing their civil war.

They have a new enemy then…. dhampirs.

Through their blood stain history, their greatest enemies were self made from their arrogance and greed. And now again…

We were greeted by the lovely Konan when we neared the new coven.

She is as beautiful as I had remembered her, but her eyes spoke of the true passage of time that had passed. They were sterner now, fiercer and perhaps a little tired.

Clad in corset and flowing dress of gold and white, her smooth neck adorned in pearls and her dark locks in long elegant curls over one side of her shoulder, trickling over the smooth whiteness of her breast, she is the epitome of womanly beauty in the expression of a being.

'Come…' She said. 'I will show you to your chamber'

'As you wish my lady' Hashirama took her hand, and lean forth slightly to place a gentle kiss over the back of her tender flesh.

We followed her into an old abandoned opera house and through a trap door beneath the stage. She took us down long winding stone steps that never seem to end till we at last reach a landing and before us was a narrow corridor. There was no light, except for the candle she held in her hand, glowing ahead of us.

Iron doors lined the narrow path; walls on either side of us were carved from stones reminding me of dungeons. They were rooms, each room for the different covens that had come for asylum.

'An impressive place' Hashirama commented, his dark voice echoed.

Konan let out a ringing laughter. 'The humans are indeed quite remarkable' She commented.

'Humans?' Hashirama asked.

'Yes…sentimental creatures they may be, but quite skilled' she says. 'Show them a glimpse of our true nature, threatened them with their families a little and they do your biddings without the slightest resistance'

'You let the humans build this? You mean to tell me they know the entire structure of this place!' Hashirama roared in shock and anger.

Such a thing just wasn't done. Our world was to be closed off to any human not destine to die or to be change! And what more, to let them know of every crook and cranny of our resting place was downright suicidal.

Over the centuries, we've all witness their cruelty and intolerability for those who are different. It would be only time before they burn us dead!

Konan simply laughed at Hashirama's shock.

'Fear not' she assured, coming to a halt by an iron door. 'Of course they were all killed after the place is done' she smiled, pushing apart the door of metal. 'Do you think me foolish just because I am female?' She challenged.

'Of course not my lady' Hashirama said.

She snorted. 'Come…you shall all rest here'

She showed us into a small chamber, a fire burning in the deep fireplace carved into the stone walls. On one side of the wall were a small narrow space fitted with iron bars and chains hung from the ceiling behind those bars. A leather couch was set close to the fire place, a small table by its side, and on the opposite wall were long empty shelves for books.

'You will have to bring your own coffins' Konan said as she glided towards the leather seat, lowering herself down to it. 'And that cell is for your pet'

'Thank you' Hashirama smiled at her.

She said nothing and I notice her gaze intensely on me. I felt at once threatened, but I could not understand what is it that my mind sought to escape or this strange fear that creep in me.

Ah…Perhaps it's the fire in her eyes, the icy coldness that seemed to radiate from her very being, from all the suffering she had experience through time that had unnerved me? I do not know.

She was surely not the female I knew so long ago. There was a sort of authority and coldness in her gaze, in her voice when she spoke that commands obedience and strike fear in the hearts of men. Fear, because one cannot tell what she is truly capable of or her intend. There is after all nothing more poisonous than the hearts of our women should they choose it.

'Pets have gone out of fashion in recent years I hope you realize' she said, her gaze never leaving me.

'Do not bother with such a lowly thing' Madara tells her.

'This one isn't simply a lowly thing is it?' She challenged. 'I've heard stories of this one'

'They are merely stories I am sure'

'Are they Madara?' She hissed; her eyes still fiercely on me.

I felt uneasy under her gaze that seemed challenging to me. I said nothing, merely giving a little bow, lowering my gaze to the ground, hoping to look submissive to her keen eyes.

She was not a vampire to be fooled however.

'Oh stop your charade Itachi! I know you!' She snapped at me. 'You are no submissive slave that licks the boots of your master!'

'Surely you give me too much credit my lady' I said.

She hissed.

'Even back then when you were a weak immortal child, you never listen to rules and bend for no one' She stood to her feet, stepping towards me. 'There is a fire in you, there is always a fire in you…one that cannot be tame, that ceaselessly sought of an exit, sought to burn hotter…brighter…' She whispered with such coldness it sends chill down my spine.

At that point in time, I felt fear starting to creep in my veins as I darted my gaze at Sasuke, Madara and Hashirama who stood so still at my side letting Konan prosecute me without a word.

Their silence was expected. Over the decades, they had never been quick to defend me should the situation not call for it; should my life not be on the line.

They simply watch from the side, letting things be done to me…horrible things, terrible things… They did nothing when I was raped before them! They had done nothing when I was disgustingly touched by their side! Beaten! Made a toy before their eyes!

So…why should now be any different?

I tightened my jaw, taking deep breath to calm my anger.

'Look at me' Konan commanded. 'The eyes do not lie…'

'Yes my lady…' I had no choice but to look at her.

I lifted my gaze to her, gazing straight into the fire of her azure orbs in that timeless face as she watched me intensely, like a painting she seem to examine me, looking no doubt for deceit or worst still, defiance. And in what seems like an eternity where she simply studies me, I felt fear more wholly, more tangible than I had ever in a long time.

My fear grew in the every second she was eerily silent and still. Through her glassy eyes, I felt transparent…as if she could see my soul, see all my dark dirty secrets and hateful thoughts. And that thought terrifies me!

I fear what she would see in me… How can I not?

I dream so often of murdering my family in cold blood…

I dream of their suffering. Of them shrieking in the fires…

I will not lie to you that over the years I had never considered betraying my pureblooded family. I had, and so many times too.

So many times in my rage when they had let terrible things be done to me, I wanted to destroy them all! To kill them all! Torture them! Watch them scream and beg! Watch them burn in flames…

Those thoughts whenever they surface were like poison in my veins, in my mind! Spreading as if a disease till it consume all of my thoughts, draining away all of the happiness I had ever known, leaving me spiteful and vengeful. Thinking the worst of them.

Time and time again I had run out on the coven we stayed with, scheming their terrible demise along with my families that had done nothing but watch me raped and humiliated!

Suddenly I felt icy coldness against my cheek that broke me from my thoughts. Konan stood before me; her slender fingers cup the hardness of my pastel features, thumb caressing over the side of my eyes.

'Some things are born with and cannot be learned' She told to me. 'You are born with a kind heart…a forgiving heart that loves, sometimes too much…which makes you easy to hurt'

I lowered my gaze a little, a sad smile touch my lips.

A kind heart…

'I am not as beautiful as you think' I told her.

'You never change' She smiles at me. 'It will be interesting to see your choice when the time comes' She let her slender fingers slid from my features as she glides gently towards the door.

Madara shifted at once to open the door for her.

'Thank you so much my dear' Madara took her hand and place a kiss over the back of her flesh as Hashirama had done before.

She stood by the threshold, and I remembered her gaze linger for a moment too long at Madara before she turned once again to regard us.

'I must warn you all, pretending that your beloved is nothing more than a pet will not save him here. It will not hide him from attention. Your adventures and travels were talked about over many covens. The tale of your love's prowess, his brilliance, his strength and wits…the only immortal child that had ever killed purebloods from sheer skill alone and not trickery is well known' She informed us.

Madara thanked her.

'I warn you again, my men here wants blood; they are aggravated and angry at everything that had happened…And pets are very fashionable as an outlet of frustration and anger these days; a sort of substitute to the real ones that dare defy us. What more when your doll is said to have snuff the life of our kind' she said.

'What are you asking us to do?' Madara asked.

'I ask you to choose if pride and respect to you is worth more than your beloved doll…' She rasped; then I notice her looking directly at Sasuke. 'Protect him, if he is worth it' were her last words.

For the next week the chamber was my sanctuary, I did not leave it till I had no choice.

There was a gathering by the end of the week to welcome Hashirama and Madara, their kin of the old world, or so they say. To not attend it as their pet would be seen as an insult.

And so, I sat in that leather seat as Sasuke got me ready. Like a doll, he dresses me up for the party as he had always done in later years.

He knelt before me, his long slender fingers adjusted the frills of the front of my ivory shirt beneath the new coat he had tailor made for me.

I watch him fiddle with my shirt and adjusting my collar.

'Do you like to play with dolls so much?' I asked softly.

'Only you' He smiled mischievously, standing to his feet.

'How do I look?'

'Beautiful' He said, taking the comb on the little table.

'Beautiful enough to deflower?' I asked bitterly.

He said nothing to it; simply moves to the side of my seat and gently slip his fingers through the silken softness of my locks; then he brushed them as if I was a child. His fingers were gentle, and he was careful to take out every knot in them.

He did this all in silence, a silent I needed.

He knew I reviled in gatherings like these because I would more often than not be mocked or worst. And this time, I could not even be sure if I would make it out alive.

These were angry vampires waiting for me just down the hall, frustrated and irritated. What more when I had slain their kind with my bare hands before.

If I felt anything at that time, it was dread and fear… numbness even, as I stare blankly into the space before me. I notice nothing; think of nothing as I simply sat there like a doll I was to be.

'Itachi…' I remember hearing him call my name, and I felt icy flesh lid over the back of my hand.

I lifted my gaze to him, our eyes engaged. And I thought he looked so terribly sad…anguished even. It was as if he was feeling the pain I had long learned to numb whenever I had to go through one of these wretched gatherings.

'Itachi…you are shaking' He whispered quietly, his fingers laced between my own.

I looked down to our hands and indeed…I was trembling, with pain or fear I do not even register anymore.

'Itachi…' He laid down the ornate comb gently and leans down to me.

'My love…my sweet angel…' He whispered; his free hand came to cup my icy features; his thumb brushed my lips, my cheek as he pulled me close to him. 'Is it too late?' He asked softly.

'What is?'

'Have your passion for me, love for me…withered?' He asked in a sort of desperate tone. 'Can it not be safe anymore?'

'You've made your choice…and it is with your kind' I looked at him stilly. 'And now you stand before me, asking if my love for you can be safe… I ask you this; do you think you are deserving of my love that was once freely given?'

I did not say what I did out of spite or to hurt him, I was simply stating facts. What is done cannot be undone. I felt no anger at his words that he would dare ask what he did after all he had let happen. Nor do I feel sadness or pity for his anguish. I felt nothing…

'Oh my Itachi…my angel…my love…' He whispered; agony thick in the depths of his gaze.

He closes his lids and rests his forehead against mine. And I could feel his sadness, his anguish, his pain in the very way his shaking fingers held my unmoving features, in the tenderness and gentleness his thumb strokes my cheeks.

A sad smile touched my lips… I felt my chest tighten the slightest and the sudden want to reach forth and touch his lovely face, to caress my fingers over his rosy lips. But I did none of that.

Truth… I love him still, and that's the torment of it.

I love them all still despite everything. But the measure of my love for them is also that of my hatred. They are one and the same.

And I say to you, I loathe them to the very core of my soul for what they let happen to me.

'All you say is true' He told me. 'I deserve your hatred. I've deserve them the moment I laid my eyes on you. I never meant for you to suffer so much…to be what you are'

I remembered looking away, staring into the burning fire by my side.

Oh I remember the night we had met as clearly as if it was yesterday. He had safe me that winter…

And not for the first time I wondered, would I have been better off dead than suffer the way I did? Why am I still alive? It there a bigger meaning to all this?

'You could have killed me even after I was made' I looked back at him. 'I am yours. I have always been yours from the moment you claim me. So do you wish to do it now?'

He stilled for a second at my casual words.

'Do it now?!' He roared; his hard fingers grab either side of my arms. 'Are you mad to say this to me!'

'Is it all that strange?' I wondered. 'Is it not common for useless immortal children to be discarded? Is that not the way of the society you taught me?'

He all but shove himself away from me as if I burn him; drawing himself to full height as he shook her head in horror.

'You meant to undo me…to kill me' He accused.

I frowned.

'You cannot do it? Should I do it myself?' I asked almost mockingly.

The pain of his features became terrible and desperate as he fell onto his knees before me.

'Don't…don't do this to me…please…' He lifted his hands as if to hold me, but dared not touch me.

He looked at me pleadingly, aguishly… And I realize then that he was overcome with guilt…

Why though all of a sudden? I could not understand it. I was bewildered.

'What happen to you?' I asked. 'Do you fear so much that I would be killed tonight?'

'Yes' He said in desperation.

'And this frightened you?'

'Yes! Yes!' He bowed his head, lean at last towards me, pressing his heavy skull against my chest as if he was once again a child. 'Oh Itachi…forgive me…' He whimpered. 'Forgive me my love…'

For all those decades of caring for him, I instinctively cradle his head close to me as if second nature and I stroke his spiky locks as I would have done so long ago.

'Hush child and listen' I said. 'Though Madara sama is cold to me before you, he is gentle and had taught me many things' I told him.

He seemed unconvinced, as if a child unbelieving that there were no monsters beneath their beds.

I smile at him softly.

'Look what I can do. Look what Madara sama had been teaching me…' I said to him, pushing him slightly away from me.

He looked at me curiously, his lips tight.

'Look' I said, lifting my close palm to him.

I made sure he was watching this. Then slowly I uncurled my fingers. And in the midst of my palm, black fire crackled and burn. I could feel its intense heat radiating off the softness of my palm though it does not hurt me. Feeling as if cold liquid upon my flesh.

Ameteratsu…

Madara gives to me through his cursed blood, his ability to control and conjure the burning fires of hell.

In all honesty I should not be showing Sasuke this. I was not allowed to perform this magic without Madara's watchful gaze. It was dangerous and I was new to it.

'Death shall not so easily have me' I assured Sasuke.

He seemed unaware of it and his eyes were infused with that excitement of a naive child once again. The beauty of his innocence burned into my soul, carve into the richness of my memories. Then he reached his fingers up, meaning to touch the crackling flame.

'Master…' I whispered, curling my fingers, snuffing the blaze in a move.

He looked at me.

'My death shall only be by your wish or Madara's' I promised him.

He shook his head. A sad smile touches his lips and his eyes were gentle. He lifted his fingers slowly to cup my features so carefully as if I would break under his very touch.

'I see your hatred in your liquid eyes… I see your pain; I feel your pain…' He confessed; his voice soft and strain. 'You do not deserve this…'

Before I knew it, he pushed himself up and pulled me into his strong embrace.

I do not know if he said it, but given what happen after, I think he did… I thought I heard him say to me…

'Even if heaven and earth shall perish…what I feel for you will never…whatever you may feel for me…'

And when he pulled back, he leans forth to place a loving kiss over my lips." Itachi smiled.

Kakashi frowned at the little happiness Itachi seem to feel as he spoke. He could not understand it.

"How can you possibly still bear his touch after everything?" Kakashi asked incredulously as he leans forward in his seat.

"…"

"How can you even bear to be with them!"

"Because I love them as I hate them. My passion for them is just as real as my hatred and anger. And it is this love and hate that I felt so intensely for everything that they stood for, the best and worst of human nature…that I inevitably change everything, for better or worst…" Itachi rasped.

"…"

"That night at the gathering…Konan looked so beautiful in her low-cut black flowing gown, long pale arms covered in black web like laces. Her nails painted black, her lips the darkest of red as her midnight tresses, curled elegantly over her shoulders.

She sat upon her throne of white skulls at the very front of the crowded room; Hashirama and Madara on her right and left as guest of honors. Her keen eyes graze the entire place never missing a thing even as she watches the tango before her.

I had been to so many gatherings before but none as…majestic as this in the terms of our world. It isn't very different from a human's ballroom party, except no human would ever be having a few darker sort of decoration in place.

Large glittering chandelier hung from iron chain cast a muted lighting over the crowded place.

I remembered the dark music resonating, crafted from by the dainty fingers of the best of violinist and pianist.

I remembered the sensual tangos… Those beautiful purebloods moving with such sensual ease; dresses flowing and twirl. Their fierce fiery eyes gazing with predatory hunger into their partners as they dance.

Ah…what was the mortal phrase? Ah yes, I believe the phrase is a vertical expression of a horizontal desire?

Ah…I remembered too, flogged, bloodied, immortal children bound in iron chains against every pillar that held the place. They were the more exotic dishes served. The main course would be the vagabonds of the streets they had fattened over the weeks for this.

I tell you this… that was the most surreal experience of feeding I had ever had.

Never had I ever experience it, the conscious yielding of a mortal to me and everyone…

In the darker corner of the room Sasuke took a sip of the essence of the mortal teen assign to him and then pulled back. He whispered something to that teen of the most beautiful golden locks and azure orbs I had ever seen.

The boy then looked at me. 'Come…' He hooked a sly finger over my collar tugging me towards him.

I watch as if in reverie; his long velvet locks that tumble brilliantly over his exposed shoulder since Sasuke had taken his shirt off. Sasuke simply laughs at my stunned expression.

'Your master says you are shy' The blond shifted at once to me and wrapped his arms about my neck, press the length of his body against me and I felt the hardness of his sex beneath his pants, pressing against my leg.

A wretched gasped escape my lips in shock, my muscle tense.

Before I could push him away for his own good, he tilted his head to the side, exposing the blood smeared flesh of his vulnerable neck to me.

'Take me…' He whispered.

'Drink, you've had nothing but rats' Sasuke urged, standing directly behind the boy.

'Master…this luxury is for you' I protested.

'And if I choose to share this luxury, what is it to them?' Sasuke said boldly and surely.

I was in shock at his words and I felt my blood ran cold at once at the subtle but sure change in the very ambiance of the room. I knew the entire room heard it even if he spoke it with barely more than a whisper!

What is this sudden rebellion?

At that moment I wanted to grab him and shake him. I wanted to hiss at him, are you mad? Are you out of your mind! Do you want me dead! But I did not.

I tell you this, the fact that Sasuke asked me to share his prey is as much as saying that I am his equal, worthy to dine on the same prey as him and in turn all purebloods.

This is a complete defiance to the hierarchical system that had been practiced since the very existence of their kind.

'Drink' Sasuke commanded me again.

At that point I had no choice…to deny him before an entire coven of mad raving purebloods would be a dead sentence as surely as the rising of the sun the next day.

I looked back down at the boy and saw him gazing at me fearlessly and excitedly.

'Try not to kill him…though it is all well if you do' I heard Sasuke whisper; his fingers stroked the teen's golden head.

'What is your name?' I asked the boy without thinking.

'Deidara…'

The teen pushed himself closer against me, his fingers slipped into the wealth of my locks and he clutch them with a mocking smile as he let his head fall back.

I embrace him in my steel arms and I sank my fangs deep into his neck. He gasped when I broke his flesh, his fingers tightened and I felt the hardness of his sex driving against me as warm sweet redness burst into my waiting lips.

I moaned; clutch him tight, lifting him off the ground, his frail form crush against me, his head thrown back in utter ecstasy as his dainty fingers twisted at my locks. And I could see his face, even as I shut my eyes… I imagined his provocative lips parted in breathless desperate moans and his eyes shut tight in earth shattering pleasure as I rocked him against my body, drawing his very essence out of him.

'Haaa…umn...' I heard Deidara moan breathlessly and weak, his body shivering and bucking against me as I drink in his sweetness.

'That's right…that's it…Give it to him…' Sasuke urged me.

I growled, drawing his sweetness harder and faster…more urgent!

'Ahh….ahhh!' Deidara whimpered, his fingers twisted my locks, his knees buckled, falling entirely into my embrace. I felt him trembled and writhe, beads of sweat glistered from his pores.

Then it all became too much and Deidara let out a startled cry, and I knew at once that he had reach the fullness of his passion. I can smell it, the musky scent of his seed as his fingers slip from my locks.

I release him.

Flush, weak and spend, Deidara fell into Sasuke's arms.

'Not yet…not yet boy, what about me?' Sasuke teased him, forcing Deidara to stand on his own two shaking feet. 'You would come for him, now for me' Sasuke demanded; shoving the boy hard.

Deidara stumbled as if drunk into my arms now, his eyes glaze from the pleasure and the loss of life.

'Tsk tsk…so weak' Sasuke said. 'This will not do'

'Master…?'

'Take him away' He commanded

'Where to?' I asked in confusion.

He snarled at me suddenly; looking raving mad, fire burning at the depths of his gaze. His fangs lengthened and he hissed.

'Are you such a fool that I must to tell you everything? Get out of my sight!' He slapped me hard across my features and split my lips.

Blood bloomed.

'Go!' He spat.

I was in bewilderment at what just happen but said nothing. Simply giving him a bow I carried Deidara out the room with me.

I was fuming and seething in anger by the time I reached our chamber.

Once again I was humiliated…but this time by Sasuke. Worst! It is by Sasuke! I felt betrayed!

If it were the others… I was at least use to it.

Had he accepted their ways and thoughts at last? Had he been gentle earlier in the evening as part of his cruel games to catch me off guard?

Sasuke was cruel as a child; playing atrocious and malicious games for his amusement. Though he had grown out of it, but once a beast had a taste for brutality, it will always be there I thought nastily.

I quickly put the sleeping teen in the cell and close the doors on him.

I sat down on the leather seat by the crackling flame. My jaws were tight, angry thoughts swirled my mind.

I reach my fingers up to touch my burning cheek and I remember staring blankly into the beautiful dancing golden fire when the iron doors of the chamber open. I knew at once without even needing to look, of what was coming.

I heard their boots tap the ground and I can smell their dark aroma waffling through the air.

I turn to them, staring at the three purebloods I had never seen before filling the room and bolting the door behind them.

At that moment, as if by instinct, all anger, all emotions that had ever existed in me, even fear…they all vanish, lock away in the deepest fraction of my mind, leaving me numb and empty.

I stood languidly to my feet.

I knew what they wanted, the sort of punishment they wish to inflict on me in the name of my masters.

I had learned over the decades that it is much easier to give in than fight it. It was much quicker and less painful.

They shifted toward me, the exotic beauty of their features illuminated in the dimness of that room. They are beautiful…as beautiful as any purebloods should be and no physical intimacy with them would ever have been repulsive should it be by my own will.

One of them lifted his fingers to brush against my lips as the other reach to unbuckle my pants and yet another, my shirt. My coat and ivory shirt quickly slip onto the ground where I stood and I could feel one of their lips dragged over the soft paleness of my shoulder.

'Such a lewd whore' He growled from my back.

I let out a wretched gasped when his large hands came around to wrapped threateningly over my neck.

The others chuckled, ripping my underpants away from me leaving me naked before their lustful eyes.

'Scared little one?' One of them mock.

'You need to be thought a thing or two' Another said.

I tightened my jaw.

'Just do as you wish. Unless your lack the conviction of our words' I said coldly.

At once a hard blow exploded over my features and I was knock unbalance, my vision spanned; stumbling back slightly my hands flew wildly to catch the leather seat so that I do not fall.

'You dare speak to me in such a tone!' One of them screamed at me.

'He thinks he is our equal! Such delusion!' Another shouted.

'He needs to be put in his place!' shouted yet another.

I said nothing, as they grabbed me roughly throwing me onto the ground, my skull knocking against the stone beneath me.

I do not know why I said what I did. Why did I provoke them? I don't know. I was watching them about me as if from the eyes of another.

Hands flew to grab my arms and flip me over, throwing my back onto the ground; the wealth of my ebony tresses sprawled over the ground beneath me and I was once again facing them.

Expose…

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