Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
Rated PG-13 for: Violence, adult language, adult situations, and suggestive content. Rating is expected to rise in later installments.
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Tora finished washing the dishes and went up to her room, grabbing the money purse from the dresser as she went. She walked back down the stairs and into the living room, where Itachi sat calmly on the couch. The girl bowed respectfully before she spoke.
"Itachi-sama, I am going into town," she stated calmly, not blinking or stepping back as his crimson Sharingan eyes darted to her.
"Why are you going there?" he asked acidly, not stirring from his position.
"I am going to pick up some personal items, after which I am going to train by the river that lies to the west, Itachi-sama," Tora replied politely. When Itachi did not reply, she turned with a swish of her cloak and disappeared out of the house.
The town-square was in a pitiful state. The fronts of stores were covered in faded posters and ripped banners, the painted signs long since faded away into nothingness. Few villagers wandered the streets, but Tora managed to get directions to the nearest convenience store.
The store itself was in better condition than it seemed from the outside, but Tora still had trouble with the whole filthiness of it. Wherever she turned, she caught people whispering or staring at her. After she retrieved a bottle of shampoo and conditioner, she waltzed silently up to the checkout, startling the woman behind the counter, who was gossiping with her friend- about Tora.
"She arrived with two shady men." one of them whispered urgently.
"They all had the same outfit! One even dared to carry a large sword!" the other stated. "I've heard from one of my clients that she's seen that girl lingering on street corners at night!"
"Actually, miss, I am as foreign to this village as you are to me," Tora chimed in brightly, startling the women out of their wits. The clerk smiled embarrassingly as she took Tora's money and bagged her items.
After the incident at the store, Tora decided to lay low. Stealthily, she climbed the side of the building and leapt from roof to roof until she was far in the outskirts of the village. Only then did she leap down and walk to the bubbling stream that lay to the west.
The stream was small but four feet deep at the center, the crystalline water clean and warm. The plant life around the water faded away into a small, sandy beach at the river's banks before disappearing beneath the cleansing liquid.
"They named this place adequately," Tora said to herself. "Mizumimi works well with it, for it is like whatever secrets you may whisper into the water flow away downstream, as if it was taking the secrets away to safety." With those words, she shed her cloak and folded it carefully, placing it neatly in the crotch of a tree. Tora smiled as she carefully leaned down over the water, moving her lips in a whisper so quiet that only the water could hear her.
After her moment of silence, Tora quickly leapt up and drew eight kunai, holding one blade between each finger. Focusing her chakra to the soles of her feet, she climbed to the highest branch of a tree and perched there, kicking off her shoes and watching as they fell twenty, thirty, forty feet to the ground below. Using her toes, she pulled one of her leather belts loose and- with almost unbelievable skill- wrapped it over her eyes and hitched it in the back. Focusing her chakra again, Tora swung herself onto the underside of the branch so that she was standing upside down.
"Precision training- method thirty six under Tatsugatsu-sensei! Kamikaze kunai!" cried Tora as she threw all eight kunai at once. She swung herself back up onto the top of the branch and lifted the belt from her eyes.
All eight kunai had hit the same twig, slicing it to shreds.
"Three hundred repetitions!" cried Tora, launching herself down the tree to retrieve her kunai.
After three hours of intense precision training, Tora ended her exercises and crouched by the stream. She silently pulled her black shirt over her head and folded it carefully, along with her pants and undergarments. Shaking her hair free of its tight braid, she slipped into the pristine water. Taking a deep breath, she quickly dipped herself under, but only for a half-second.
"I hate being underwater," Tora mumbled to herself as she reached for her shampoo, lathering the gooey substance and spreading it in her hair. With a deep sigh, she sunk backwards to that her hair could rinse, and then spattered the thick conditioner in it. As any girl would know, you leave the conditioner in for about five minutes. So, in that time, Tora used some of the remaining shampoo to cleanse her body.
As soon as she finished her bath, she stepped out of the water to retrieve her clothes, hoping that her cloak would hide her wetness. There was no need for Itachi or Kisame to know what she had done.
"What?" muttered Tora in disbelief. A white towel perched folded on her clothes, a single fox-like paw print on it.
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In chapter nine: Something isn't right with the way Itachi has been looking at Tora over the past week.
Rated PG-13 for: Violence, adult language, adult situations, and suggestive content. Rating is expected to rise in later installments.
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Tora finished washing the dishes and went up to her room, grabbing the money purse from the dresser as she went. She walked back down the stairs and into the living room, where Itachi sat calmly on the couch. The girl bowed respectfully before she spoke.
"Itachi-sama, I am going into town," she stated calmly, not blinking or stepping back as his crimson Sharingan eyes darted to her.
"Why are you going there?" he asked acidly, not stirring from his position.
"I am going to pick up some personal items, after which I am going to train by the river that lies to the west, Itachi-sama," Tora replied politely. When Itachi did not reply, she turned with a swish of her cloak and disappeared out of the house.
The town-square was in a pitiful state. The fronts of stores were covered in faded posters and ripped banners, the painted signs long since faded away into nothingness. Few villagers wandered the streets, but Tora managed to get directions to the nearest convenience store.
The store itself was in better condition than it seemed from the outside, but Tora still had trouble with the whole filthiness of it. Wherever she turned, she caught people whispering or staring at her. After she retrieved a bottle of shampoo and conditioner, she waltzed silently up to the checkout, startling the woman behind the counter, who was gossiping with her friend- about Tora.
"She arrived with two shady men." one of them whispered urgently.
"They all had the same outfit! One even dared to carry a large sword!" the other stated. "I've heard from one of my clients that she's seen that girl lingering on street corners at night!"
"Actually, miss, I am as foreign to this village as you are to me," Tora chimed in brightly, startling the women out of their wits. The clerk smiled embarrassingly as she took Tora's money and bagged her items.
After the incident at the store, Tora decided to lay low. Stealthily, she climbed the side of the building and leapt from roof to roof until she was far in the outskirts of the village. Only then did she leap down and walk to the bubbling stream that lay to the west.
The stream was small but four feet deep at the center, the crystalline water clean and warm. The plant life around the water faded away into a small, sandy beach at the river's banks before disappearing beneath the cleansing liquid.
"They named this place adequately," Tora said to herself. "Mizumimi works well with it, for it is like whatever secrets you may whisper into the water flow away downstream, as if it was taking the secrets away to safety." With those words, she shed her cloak and folded it carefully, placing it neatly in the crotch of a tree. Tora smiled as she carefully leaned down over the water, moving her lips in a whisper so quiet that only the water could hear her.
After her moment of silence, Tora quickly leapt up and drew eight kunai, holding one blade between each finger. Focusing her chakra to the soles of her feet, she climbed to the highest branch of a tree and perched there, kicking off her shoes and watching as they fell twenty, thirty, forty feet to the ground below. Using her toes, she pulled one of her leather belts loose and- with almost unbelievable skill- wrapped it over her eyes and hitched it in the back. Focusing her chakra again, Tora swung herself onto the underside of the branch so that she was standing upside down.
"Precision training- method thirty six under Tatsugatsu-sensei! Kamikaze kunai!" cried Tora as she threw all eight kunai at once. She swung herself back up onto the top of the branch and lifted the belt from her eyes.
All eight kunai had hit the same twig, slicing it to shreds.
"Three hundred repetitions!" cried Tora, launching herself down the tree to retrieve her kunai.
After three hours of intense precision training, Tora ended her exercises and crouched by the stream. She silently pulled her black shirt over her head and folded it carefully, along with her pants and undergarments. Shaking her hair free of its tight braid, she slipped into the pristine water. Taking a deep breath, she quickly dipped herself under, but only for a half-second.
"I hate being underwater," Tora mumbled to herself as she reached for her shampoo, lathering the gooey substance and spreading it in her hair. With a deep sigh, she sunk backwards to that her hair could rinse, and then spattered the thick conditioner in it. As any girl would know, you leave the conditioner in for about five minutes. So, in that time, Tora used some of the remaining shampoo to cleanse her body.
As soon as she finished her bath, she stepped out of the water to retrieve her clothes, hoping that her cloak would hide her wetness. There was no need for Itachi or Kisame to know what she had done.
"What?" muttered Tora in disbelief. A white towel perched folded on her clothes, a single fox-like paw print on it.
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In chapter nine: Something isn't right with the way Itachi has been looking at Tora over the past week.