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Warnings: Rape, angst

Chapter 28: Twisted Every Way


Pein graciously allowed Hidan to enjoy his reward. Kakuzu was sent out alone instead. It was an assassination, and one the former Waterfall ninja had no problem accomplishing. Mahri, meanwhile, was seriously reconsidering her choice to join the Akatsuki. Hidan might be handsome, but he was abusing his immortality and her healing abilities! Worse yet, he was obviously attracted to her, while she didn't feel the same way about him! Why couldn't it have been Itachi? Well, she'd have him soon enough! She just had to endure these two weeks…


Two days later, Sasori and Satsuki left on a mission, followed by Kisame and Itachi the day after. Mahri seethed, but she endured, and she plotted. As she had hoped, Kisame and Itachi returned earlier than Sasori and Satsuki did. It was time to put her plan into motion…

"Itachi-san," She turned to face him.

"Suzuki-san," His voice was emotionless.

"I…" She looked down shyly, projecting an air of modest innocence. "I apologize for my words and actions when we last interacted. I was… not myself."

"Your apologies are noted." He stated tonelessly.

Mahri was somewhat taken aback. That was not at all what she had expected! Did he not feel anything for her?

"Nonetheless," Mahri continued. "I feel as though I must offer a… token of my abject apologies, Itachi-san."

"You should apologize to Satsuki instead," He said, turning his back to her.

Mahri almost screamed in frustration. What was wrong with him? Here she was, practically offering herself, dressed in her loveliest mother-of-pearl silk yukata, draped invitingly open, and he was ignoring it?

Desperate times called for desperate measures. One dose of her pheromones could put any man under her spell for the next twenty-four hours. She rose, grabbed Itachi's shoulder, and kissed him. Only… he seemed a lot bulkier than he had been a moment earlier.

Kisame's eyes bulged in surprise, and then his mind clouded over. With a growl, he grabbed Mahri, threw her over his shoulder, and made a beeline towards his room as Mahri realized what a horrible mistake she had made. Substitution… her mind thought in a panic. No!


The next morning, Satsuki and Sasori returned from their mission.

"Welcome home, Satsuki." Itachi greeted her.

Satsuki gave him a brief kiss. "Thank you, niisan." She looked around the curiously empty breakfast table. "Where's Kisame?"

"He's otherwise occupied." Itachi said, pulling out a chair for her. Satsuki shrugged and sat down, helping herself to scrambled eggs and bacon and pancakes.


When dinner rolled around and Kisame had still not emerged, Sasuke was a little confused. It was unlike Kisame to miss so many meals. He shrugged, helping Itachi carry the large pot of nabeyaki udon they had made to the communal dining area. They were finishing dinner when Kisame finally showed his head, looking somewhat exhausted but grinning widely.

"I hope you saved some for me," He said, commandeering the rest of the pot and digging in with a hungry expression.

Sasuke glanced over at Itachi again. Maybe it was better not to know… They were leaving the dining room when Mahri stumbled in, looking like death warmed over. Sasuke put two and two together very quickly, and snickered.

Mahri shot him a glare of pure venom, but it fell to the floor with an audible plop.

"Anytime you need a real monster, I'm always here for you, honey," Kisame sang out.

Sasuke and Itachi exchanged a glance, and left before the fireworks started.


Four days later, Mahri finally succeeded. One drop of her saliva was enough to render the recipient addicted to her body, and extremely susceptible to her commands. There was no chakra involved, and no poison. Itachi never even noticed it in his tea. After that, asking him to bring her to his room and make love to her was child's play. Having Satsuki walk in on them was just the icing on the cake.

Sasuke could not believe his eyes when he saw Itachi and that woman together. There must be some mistake. He rubbed his eyes, activating his Mangekyo Sharingan and Rinnegan, but it was no illusion. He suppressed his chakra, and used Kai. He wanted to pull them apart and demand an explanation even as he felt his heart shatter, but instead, he turned around and walked out, silently. If this was what his brother wanted… if that was what Itachi needed… then he would not interfere.

Itachi watched Satsuki leave, wishing he could cry out and explain the situation to her. His body seemed to have a mind of its own, the lust burning through his veins, but he felt no love for Mahri, even as his hips moved mechanically in a harsh rhythm and she moaned above him, gazing into his eyes with an adoring expression on her face. No, it was not adoration, he corrected, it was satisfaction, that of a child playing with her favorite toy, perhaps, or a woman with her new pet.


Sasuke left the base, heedless of the silent tears that streaked his cheeks. It was not until he felt the sharp edge of the kunai against his wrist that he realized what he had been about to do. What was he doing? He was a shinobi, or at least a kunoichi, not a weeping tragic heroine in one of those trashy romance novels! His eyes hardened as he considered the facts.

Fact: Itachi's behavior had been normal up to the night before, considering they had made love in a perfectly normal manner after a day of training. Nothing in their routine had been altered in the least.

Fact: Itachi had never shown the slightest interest in Suzuki Mahri before and had rebuffed her indiscreet advances on more than one prior occasion.

Fact: Suzuki Mahri's powers were still an unknown factor, but it was known that at least one of her powers involved manipulating men, as had been proven with Kisame. Kisame had explained that while she was attractive, he had not quite been himself during their encounter.

Hypothesis: Suzuki Mahri was using an undefined power to rape Itachi, and would undoubtedly continue to do so until he figured out how to break it.

Sasuke washed his face in a nearby steam, and then headed to Orochimaru's former laboratory to do research.


Itachi struggled against her, but whatever method Mahri was using to control him sapped not only his physical strength, but also his chakra. It was as though she were using the opposite technique Satsuki used to boost his chakra when they made love. Instead, she was like a leech, draining his vitality as she rode him. "Don't worry, Itachi-kun," She cooed as she stroked his face. "I'll take care of you from now on… I'm strong enough to protect us both…"

"I don't need your protection…" He hissed.

"Oh, but you do. You'll understand just how much you need me now," Mahri purred, giving him a wet kiss. "You'll see soon enough."


"Suzuki Clan…" Sasuke muttered as he searched through Orochimaru's library. Unfortunately, there was no mention of said Clan. He sighed in frustration, before turning his attention to the medical texts. Well, if there were no way to neutralize her technique; that left neutralizing her. That fast healing of hers had to have a weakness… he flipped open a molecular biology textbook, and began to review the cell cycle, the beginnings of a plan forming in his mind.

Itachi soon found out what Mahri meant. The first day she left him alone after several days of exhausting, filthy, fornication, he had felt only relief. The second day, he had felt a peculiar ache, almost a craving for her. He had ignored it. By the third day, he had been in excruciating agony, and even Satsuki's gentle touch and warm body had brought no relief. The experimental injection she had given him had not helped with the pain, either. Mahri had addicted him to her, through what method, he knew not, and to his shame, he had to give in. But Satsuki had only kissed him, and told him she loved him, before leaving him to beg that woman, even as she laughed in triumph.


Forgive me, Satsuki, Itachi thought, as Mahri led him off to her room. Forgive me… my precious, perfect little sister, the only one I love. When this is over, you may punish me however you choose, and even if you never want to see me anymore, even if you hate me… I will accept it.

It tore his heart apart, seeing his perfect older brother, his lover, have to beg and crawl to that disgusting whore, that worm. It hurt to use Itachi as a weapon, a tool, just as Konoha had used him, used them, to carry out the Massacre. But this time, Sasuke thought, I am doing it for him. Nonetheless, he still felt guilty. Forgive me, Itachi, he thought. When this is over, I will take any punishment you see fit, even if you hate me and never want to see me anymore… I will accept it.


Twelve days and two missions later, later, Sasuke challenged Mahri to another battle.

"I want my brother back."

"You're a fool," Mahri replied. "Can't you see that he can't live without me? You would condemn him to an early death just so you can continue an immoral, incestuous liaison? What kind of love is that?"

"Addicting him to your body is equally as bad, if not worse." Sasuke replied quietly. "And if Itachi had a choice, I think he would prefer the early death."


The assembled Akatsuki members glanced at Itachi. He was pale, and noticeably thinner. There were dark shadows under his eyes. His hair fell limp and lank over his shoulders, his hands trembled slightly. His chakra levels were severely depleted, and he honestly did not look like he could last much longer. So far, Pein had not interfered, but it had only been a matter of time. It was clear Mahri had worn out her welcome.

"Can't you just accept the fact that I'm more powerful than you?" Mahri snapped. "If it hadn't been for that cheap trick and him stopping the fight…"

"Then fight me again," Sasuke replied.

Mahri thrust Itachi aside. Kisame caught him, feeling the sharp edge of his shoulder blades. Konan went to get a blanket, Sasori muttered something about humans needing basic necessities like food and sleep and Hidan went to heat up whatever leftovers they had lying around. Pein fixed a sharp glare on Mahri. This time, there was no warning.


Mahri transformed instantly, coating herself in pink crystal armor from her Crystal Release, including her pure white wings. She had learned, Sasuke thought, but it would not be enough. Lightning crackled through the sky as he summoned the Kiba blades. Fire followed, as he struck her with both fire and lightning, again and again. Mahri laughed, countering with wind and water. Even if only a few strikes made it through, even if her injuries healed instantly, it did not matter.

Sasuke swapped the Kiba blades for Shibuki, unrolling a roll of explosive tags from the blastsword. Kisame emitted a low whistle. "Now where did she get that?" He wondered out loud. Mahri didn't bother to fly into the air, forming a crystal barrier as a series of explosive tags went off. Idiot girl! What did she think she was doing? Let her blow up everything! A few pieces of crystal flaked off, chipping her face, but as usual, she healed without a thought. Mahri was so distracted that she didn't notice Sasuke emerging from underneath her feet until Amaterasu enveloped her in flames.

Mahri screamed as she tried to put out the flames. Sasuke didn't let up his lightning attacks while she deluged herself with high powered water jutsu for ten minutes before the flames went out. He didn't comment on the improbability of putting out Amaterasu – it was one of those oddities about her that defied reality, as was the fact that she really should have died from electrocution with all the electricity he was pumping into her. Nonetheless, with his Sharingan on, he could at least see that his primary goal had been accomplished.

"You are really pissing me off, bitch!" Mahri yelled as she fired an enormous bolt of rainbow colored energy at him. Sasuke summoned Susanoo just in time, wincing as the armored giant shuddered and staggered back from the force of the blow. With his Sharingan on, he could see that it was a mixture of wind, water, fire, lightning and earth chakra, mixed with yin and yang release. What the hell was going on? Well, how she had managed that he had no idea. Unfortunately, his Susanoo was equipped with neither the Yata Mirror, which could reflect any attack, nor the Sword of Totsuka, which could seal any monster.

All right, Sasuke thought. Calm down and think about this rationally. Maybe Mahri had a third level to her power, kind of like the Cursed Seal had two levels. Assume she can now wield every type of nature transformation and yin and yang release. You are up against a superior opponent who has better taijutsu and ninjutsu. Your visual genjutsu is mostly ineffective. Surrender is not an option. What do you do?

Her weak point is definitely her pride. She falls into traps easily. She ignores wounds because of her nearly instantaneous healing ability. Poison might work but it would take too long, I need to incapacitate her quickly… or….

"You're not looking too pretty yourself," Sasuke taunted back, dismissing Susanoo.

"What are you talking about?" Mahri sneered.

"Why don't you take a good look at your arm?" Sasuke smirked.

Mahri frowned, glancing down at her arm. It should be flawless, pale skin, but… to her horror, there was a mole! Two moles! And a blemish! "What did you do to me?" She screamed, lashing out with another huge blast of energy, which Sasuke barely dodged.

"You did it to yourself…" The black-haired teen replied.

Mahri howled in rage, chakra surrounding her in a visible corona as she launched attack after attack at him. As she did so, her topmost layers of skin incinerated and repaired themselves numerous times, becoming more and more discolored as she attacked in a frenzy.


"What's happening to her?" White Zetsu asked.

"How should I know?" Black Zetsu replied.

Sasori smiled to himself. "Very clever, Satsuki…"

"Hey, Sasori, care to share what's going on with the rest of us?" Kisame asked. Itachi had finally gotten some food into him, and was watching the battle, entranced.

"It's very simple," Sasori explained. "Humans heal when their cells divide to make new cells. But to divide properly, the cells must have a perfect copy of their DNA. Otherwise, they replicate improperly and eventually become cancer cells…"

"You mean…" Hidan stared at Mahri, who no longer looked so pretty.

"Exactly," Sasori replied. "Sasuke must have destroyed Mahri's DNA and the repair enzymes with those fire and electrical attacks, so every time she heals herself; her body is slowly being replaced by cancer cells."


Mahri was nearly incoherent, neither realizing how greedily the cancer cells were consuming her chakra, nor how fast they were spreading deeper down through her skin into her flesh and bone. All she knew was that she would make this girl pay! With his Sharingan, Sasuke saw all, but his chakra supply was diminishing as well, what with the amount it took to dodge her powerful techniques. He swallowed another handful of soldier pills and called Susanoo back into existence before a huge meteor plummeted from the atmosphere and would have pulverized him.

"Take this!" Mahri screamed. Two more meteors streaked down at him. At the same time, he could still see the continuing abnormal growth in two of her coronary arteries. Please, Sasuke silently begged. Hurry…

The two flaming meteorites smashed into Susanoo, and it started to dissolve. Sasuke flickered to another location, before narrowly escaping the tree coming to life. Just what the hell was Mahri? Desperate, now, he started to hum. Mahri ignored it of course, still trying to reduce him to atoms and not doing a terribly poor job at it. Sasuke hissed as he didn't quite dodge the next blast and felt his left arm break in at least two places. Not good, not good at all… Mahri was on him in a second, pummeling him with brute force, and Sasuke kept humming through the pain, spinning the illusion of her as a hideous crone.

Mahri looked down at herself and screamed, charging herself up with an amazing amount of chakra, both to heal and to blast him to atoms with her final attack. He wasn't going to make it, Sasuke realized with a sudden burst of clarity. Even with the Rinnegan's power to absorb ninjutsu, there was just far too much energy for him to possibly absorb. As Mahri screamed her defiance to the skies, he closed his eyes. Sorry, Niisan, he thought. I tried…

The beam of light was so powerful he could see it even through his eyelids. Curiously enough, however, he didn't feel any pain. In fact, he felt rather warm and comfortable. When he finally dared open his eyes, he saw Itachi holding him, Susanoo glowing protectively around both of them, just as Mahri finally keeled over from a massive heart attack.

"Foolish little sister," Itachi said, his voice cracking. "Don't you ever do anything like that again." Then, he kissed him.

Sasuke accepted the kiss, and then promptly passed out.


End Chapter

Started 3/8/16

Completed 3/8/16

Yes, female-on-male rape is possible and no less traumatic than male-on-female. Gamma radiation (such as from lightning strikes) as well as extreme heat do denature DNA, excessive heat denatures proteins, such as enzymes and DNA repair proteins. Sasuke prepared for this. More is revealed in the next chapter.

Mahri Suzuki is, of course, Mary Sue.