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Rated PG-13 for: Violence, adult language, adult situations, and suggestive content. Rating is expected to rise in further installments.
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The trio of Akatsuchi terrorists journeyed silently until dawn, Kisame and Tora respectfully following their unofficial leader. The clouds that had previously shrouded the starry night sky had long since ventured southward, unveiling the pallid moon and flickering stars. Cold breezes constantly plagued the sage-nin, but they bore the chill in silence. No one spoke, sound was not necessary.
Kisame was the first to speak after six hours of travel, the frigid fingers of dawn long since arisen over the wooded area they traveled.
"Itachi-sama, Tora-sama, perhaps we should rest soon. There is a village near here, we should have no problem obtaining a resting place," the blue-skinned man suggested hopefully. "We could also find sustenance to hold us off until our next raid."
That would be wise, Itachi-sama," Tora added in calmly, her voice cool and controlled. "If we are to be at our best, we should find some form of shelter- and besides, there is a heavy rain storm coming." Itachi halted in his steps and turned to face his two partners, his expression of absolute loathing.
"What a waste of time stopping would be. There is nothing but poor housing in the village. We would be able to survive out here on our own, we don't need shelter. You two are weak," he growled scornfully. He smirked, though, and suddenly disappeared. Kisame let out a startled little growl.
"Shit, I hate it when he does that," he complained gruffly, directing his comment to Tora. "I mean, he will just show back up in the most unexpected-" he continued, turning to face his female companion. He stopped mid-step, his face blanching at what he saw.
Itachi stood behind Tora, his pale arm unveiled from his cloak and snaking up through Tora's. His hand reappeared at the collar, holding a kunai to her throat threateningly. Kisame would have expected Tora to have screamed at this intrusion, but the girl stood tall, still, and expressionless. Her jade eyes did not stir, instead just stared straight ahead in an unreadable expression. Still, Kisame wasn't just shocked at Itachi's aggressive action. No, it was the fact that he had, with his free hand, undone the ribbons holding Tora's hair back in two little buns. Now the fiery waves of hair cascaded down her back like a burning waterfall.
"You did not flinch," Itachi said, amusement in his voice as he gently nicked Tora's flesh with his kunai. A thin trickle of crimson blood dripped silently down the girl's neck, disappearing into the confines of her cloak. "That is interesting," Itachi continued, that cruel smirk appearing on his lips again as he buried the tip of his nose in her hair, sniffing in the fragrances.
"Please refrain from doing that," commanded Tora icily, her tone dripping malice. Itachi's smirk widened as he withdrew his hand from her cloak and his face from her hair, reappearing at the head of the group.
"Very well, we will seek shelter at the next town," he stated flatly, turning his back and leading them onwards again. Kisame and Tora exchanged glances, the shark man's that of confusion whilst Tora's was the same blank stare. Kisame shrugged, and the two followed their leader in silence.
The village they had reached, as Itachi had said, was in a poor state. The houses were patched and shabby-looking, and the few shops that littered the streets seemed dark and barren. Few people walked the streets, though the few who did could not refrain from cringing at the sight of the three foreboding-looking strangers in their midst.
"This house will do," Itachi said, halting in front of a larger building. The walls and roof did not seem in nearly as bad a condition as most others, though there were several broken windows visible from the outside. "There are people here, though- Tora, you can handle it," Itachi instructed flatly, and Tora nodded silently and slipped through one of the shattered windows.
"What did you do with the bodies?" Itachi asked as, after about two minutes, Tora opened the front door and ushered the men in.
"I have use of them yet, so I have put them in my chosen living quarters," Tora explained, ignoring Kisame's confused look. "I have already taken the liberty of exploring the house. The kitchen, master bathroom, and entertainment room are on the main floor. The basement is full of canned supplies. The first floor consists of a bathroom and four bedrooms."
"Very good," Itachi said, and Tora bowed her head slightly and slipped away up to her selected bedroom. Kisame watched her go.
"Sometimes I forget that she's younger then you, Itachi-sama," Kisame murmured. "She plays her part so well."
"Don't let any emotion get in the way, Kisame," Itachi hissed threateningly. "Foolish feelings like love just get in the way."
"Yes, Itachi-sama," Kisame replied carefully. "I believe that I will go and choose my living space as well." Kisame disappeared up the stairs after Tora, leaving Itachi on his own.
"Damn," Itachi hissed to himself, cursing himself for a fleeting thought that had just crossed his mind.
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In chapter six: What is Itachi thinking? What is Tora doing to the bodies?
Rated PG-13 for: Violence, adult language, adult situations, and suggestive content. Rating is expected to rise in further installments.
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The trio of Akatsuchi terrorists journeyed silently until dawn, Kisame and Tora respectfully following their unofficial leader. The clouds that had previously shrouded the starry night sky had long since ventured southward, unveiling the pallid moon and flickering stars. Cold breezes constantly plagued the sage-nin, but they bore the chill in silence. No one spoke, sound was not necessary.
Kisame was the first to speak after six hours of travel, the frigid fingers of dawn long since arisen over the wooded area they traveled.
"Itachi-sama, Tora-sama, perhaps we should rest soon. There is a village near here, we should have no problem obtaining a resting place," the blue-skinned man suggested hopefully. "We could also find sustenance to hold us off until our next raid."
That would be wise, Itachi-sama," Tora added in calmly, her voice cool and controlled. "If we are to be at our best, we should find some form of shelter- and besides, there is a heavy rain storm coming." Itachi halted in his steps and turned to face his two partners, his expression of absolute loathing.
"What a waste of time stopping would be. There is nothing but poor housing in the village. We would be able to survive out here on our own, we don't need shelter. You two are weak," he growled scornfully. He smirked, though, and suddenly disappeared. Kisame let out a startled little growl.
"Shit, I hate it when he does that," he complained gruffly, directing his comment to Tora. "I mean, he will just show back up in the most unexpected-" he continued, turning to face his female companion. He stopped mid-step, his face blanching at what he saw.
Itachi stood behind Tora, his pale arm unveiled from his cloak and snaking up through Tora's. His hand reappeared at the collar, holding a kunai to her throat threateningly. Kisame would have expected Tora to have screamed at this intrusion, but the girl stood tall, still, and expressionless. Her jade eyes did not stir, instead just stared straight ahead in an unreadable expression. Still, Kisame wasn't just shocked at Itachi's aggressive action. No, it was the fact that he had, with his free hand, undone the ribbons holding Tora's hair back in two little buns. Now the fiery waves of hair cascaded down her back like a burning waterfall.
"You did not flinch," Itachi said, amusement in his voice as he gently nicked Tora's flesh with his kunai. A thin trickle of crimson blood dripped silently down the girl's neck, disappearing into the confines of her cloak. "That is interesting," Itachi continued, that cruel smirk appearing on his lips again as he buried the tip of his nose in her hair, sniffing in the fragrances.
"Please refrain from doing that," commanded Tora icily, her tone dripping malice. Itachi's smirk widened as he withdrew his hand from her cloak and his face from her hair, reappearing at the head of the group.
"Very well, we will seek shelter at the next town," he stated flatly, turning his back and leading them onwards again. Kisame and Tora exchanged glances, the shark man's that of confusion whilst Tora's was the same blank stare. Kisame shrugged, and the two followed their leader in silence.
The village they had reached, as Itachi had said, was in a poor state. The houses were patched and shabby-looking, and the few shops that littered the streets seemed dark and barren. Few people walked the streets, though the few who did could not refrain from cringing at the sight of the three foreboding-looking strangers in their midst.
"This house will do," Itachi said, halting in front of a larger building. The walls and roof did not seem in nearly as bad a condition as most others, though there were several broken windows visible from the outside. "There are people here, though- Tora, you can handle it," Itachi instructed flatly, and Tora nodded silently and slipped through one of the shattered windows.
"What did you do with the bodies?" Itachi asked as, after about two minutes, Tora opened the front door and ushered the men in.
"I have use of them yet, so I have put them in my chosen living quarters," Tora explained, ignoring Kisame's confused look. "I have already taken the liberty of exploring the house. The kitchen, master bathroom, and entertainment room are on the main floor. The basement is full of canned supplies. The first floor consists of a bathroom and four bedrooms."
"Very good," Itachi said, and Tora bowed her head slightly and slipped away up to her selected bedroom. Kisame watched her go.
"Sometimes I forget that she's younger then you, Itachi-sama," Kisame murmured. "She plays her part so well."
"Don't let any emotion get in the way, Kisame," Itachi hissed threateningly. "Foolish feelings like love just get in the way."
"Yes, Itachi-sama," Kisame replied carefully. "I believe that I will go and choose my living space as well." Kisame disappeared up the stairs after Tora, leaving Itachi on his own.
"Damn," Itachi hissed to himself, cursing himself for a fleeting thought that had just crossed his mind.
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In chapter six: What is Itachi thinking? What is Tora doing to the bodies?