Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
Rated PG-13 for: Violence, adult language, adult situations, and suggestive content. Rating is expected to rise in further installments.
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"You can come in," Tora said to seemingly no one as she sat on her designated bed in her designated bedroom. The source of the chakra she had sensed entered, opening the door and closing it behind him silently. Tora need not have glanced up.
"Hello, Tora," Kisame said roughly, sitting down on the bed next to Tora. Tora regarded him with no expression, though her inner working went on immediate alert. For one thing, he hadn't added his respectful "sama" at the end of her name. Also, no one in their right mind would sit next to her on a bed, no one would be that stupid...
"What do you want, Kisame-sama?" asked Tora, slouching forward underneath the confines of her cloak, her eyes staring straight ahead.
"What did you do with the bodies?" Kisame asked, peeking over at her.
"Do you really want to know?" Tora asked, and Kisame nodded stupidly. "I used them to feed my tigers."
"Your tiger?" Kisame asked.
"Yeah, the tigers I can summon when fighting. I like to treat them every now and then." Kisame cringed. "But I know that you didn't come up here just to ask what I did with the bodies, am I correct?"
"You are correct, Tora," Kisame said with a smirk. He reached an arm out from under his cloak and gently placed his palm on Tora's back, watching as she flinched beneath his touch. She quickly slid away from him, cringing on the opposite side of the bed.
"Leave me be," Tora whispered, disgust and sorrow hanging in her words. Kisame smirked. "I have nothing you desire."
"Ah, but a man is a man... why do you cringe when someone touches you?" Kisame asked.
"That is none of your concern," Tora hissed angrily. "Get away from me."
"But Tora-chan," said Kisame smoothly, moving as swiftly and perfectly as water towards Tora. "You are too perfect to be sad... you need to be appreciated..." Kisame grabbed her fist as it swung towards him, crushing her hand in his. Tora growled angrily and swung her other fist at him, but he grabbed that as well. He smirked at her rage.
"Let me go," she growled at him, struggling with her hands.
"No, Tora-chan. Maybe it's time you learned when to give up," Kisame taunted, shoving himself over Tora, knocking her backwards on the bed and forcing his mouth down onto her neck, nibbling her tan skin.
"You dirty bastard," hissed Tora as her cut from before reopened. "You're are going to pay for this." As Kisame slid his mouth downwards towards her collarbone, his cloak covering them both in a dark veil, Tora struck.
"Arrrggghhh!!!" Kisame cried as Tora's teeth sank into the skin of his cheek, her two sharpest teeth puncturing the veins. With a twist of her head, the girl tore a four-inch strip of blue flesh from her attacker's features. He relinquished control of her wrists, reeling back with his hands covering his face. "You little bitch!" he yelled, drawing his sword from his back, revealing his bloodied face. He swung downwards towards Tora's head, the massive blade threatening to cut her in half.
"You asked for it," Tora smirked, leaping backwards just as the sword slashed through the bed. Before the Kisame could react, she leapt up onto the blade and ran up its length, launching herself feet-first into Kisame. Her attack struck true, both soled of her shoes landing directly onto his chest. The shark man fell backwards, dropping his sword. He looked up at Tora, who immediately shoved her foot into his face and breaking his nose. She lightly stepped over the unconscious assailant and out of the room.
"Well, that was expected," Itachi said with a smirk, listening to the whole incident from downstairs.
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In chapter seven: Tora can take care of a house, and maybe get a little closer to its new male inhabitants...
Rated PG-13 for: Violence, adult language, adult situations, and suggestive content. Rating is expected to rise in further installments.
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"You can come in," Tora said to seemingly no one as she sat on her designated bed in her designated bedroom. The source of the chakra she had sensed entered, opening the door and closing it behind him silently. Tora need not have glanced up.
"Hello, Tora," Kisame said roughly, sitting down on the bed next to Tora. Tora regarded him with no expression, though her inner working went on immediate alert. For one thing, he hadn't added his respectful "sama" at the end of her name. Also, no one in their right mind would sit next to her on a bed, no one would be that stupid...
"What do you want, Kisame-sama?" asked Tora, slouching forward underneath the confines of her cloak, her eyes staring straight ahead.
"What did you do with the bodies?" Kisame asked, peeking over at her.
"Do you really want to know?" Tora asked, and Kisame nodded stupidly. "I used them to feed my tigers."
"Your tiger?" Kisame asked.
"Yeah, the tigers I can summon when fighting. I like to treat them every now and then." Kisame cringed. "But I know that you didn't come up here just to ask what I did with the bodies, am I correct?"
"You are correct, Tora," Kisame said with a smirk. He reached an arm out from under his cloak and gently placed his palm on Tora's back, watching as she flinched beneath his touch. She quickly slid away from him, cringing on the opposite side of the bed.
"Leave me be," Tora whispered, disgust and sorrow hanging in her words. Kisame smirked. "I have nothing you desire."
"Ah, but a man is a man... why do you cringe when someone touches you?" Kisame asked.
"That is none of your concern," Tora hissed angrily. "Get away from me."
"But Tora-chan," said Kisame smoothly, moving as swiftly and perfectly as water towards Tora. "You are too perfect to be sad... you need to be appreciated..." Kisame grabbed her fist as it swung towards him, crushing her hand in his. Tora growled angrily and swung her other fist at him, but he grabbed that as well. He smirked at her rage.
"Let me go," she growled at him, struggling with her hands.
"No, Tora-chan. Maybe it's time you learned when to give up," Kisame taunted, shoving himself over Tora, knocking her backwards on the bed and forcing his mouth down onto her neck, nibbling her tan skin.
"You dirty bastard," hissed Tora as her cut from before reopened. "You're are going to pay for this." As Kisame slid his mouth downwards towards her collarbone, his cloak covering them both in a dark veil, Tora struck.
"Arrrggghhh!!!" Kisame cried as Tora's teeth sank into the skin of his cheek, her two sharpest teeth puncturing the veins. With a twist of her head, the girl tore a four-inch strip of blue flesh from her attacker's features. He relinquished control of her wrists, reeling back with his hands covering his face. "You little bitch!" he yelled, drawing his sword from his back, revealing his bloodied face. He swung downwards towards Tora's head, the massive blade threatening to cut her in half.
"You asked for it," Tora smirked, leaping backwards just as the sword slashed through the bed. Before the Kisame could react, she leapt up onto the blade and ran up its length, launching herself feet-first into Kisame. Her attack struck true, both soled of her shoes landing directly onto his chest. The shark man fell backwards, dropping his sword. He looked up at Tora, who immediately shoved her foot into his face and breaking his nose. She lightly stepped over the unconscious assailant and out of the room.
"Well, that was expected," Itachi said with a smirk, listening to the whole incident from downstairs.
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In chapter seven: Tora can take care of a house, and maybe get a little closer to its new male inhabitants...