Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
Rated R for: Graphic violence, adult language, adult situations, and sexual content.
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Women screamed. Babies cried. Men stood tall, though their clenched teeth and fists shook with fear. Old women prayed. Destruction was upon them.
Tora went from house to house, gruesomely slaughtering any inhabitants. Screams and curses rang through the darkening sky, and the streets ran red with blood. Fire illuminated the roads, every house visited by the young sage girl bursting into flames in her wake.
Tora smiled grimly as she struck her fingers through a man's chest, her nails tickling his heart lightly before shredding the life-giving organ. With a final twitch and moan, the man fell limp and died, and Tora withdrew her hand, licking the blood away daintily.
"How I forgot what the thrill of slaughter gave one!" Tora whispered insanely, her emerald eyes lit up with the fires of battle and insanity. The sight of large amounts of blood excited a force within her, and the urge would not die easily. When Itachi had punished her for her defiance, the smell and sight of her own blood had stirred that feeling. The unreachable itch in the back of her mind had been tickling her since that incident, and she had managed to control it until she left the house. Had she not controlled her urges, Kisame would have been dead by now. But the village was paying for her bloodlust.
"Deliver us!" shrieked an old woman, holding up an intricate silver cross towards Tora as if trying to ward her away. Tora dropped the man's corpse from her grasp and walked calmly over to the woman., bending down before the cowering woman.
"Deliver you from what, old one?" Tora asked softly, her hair hiding her eyes. "There is nothing to be delivered from. Pray tell me, what is it that you fear?"
"I fear death!" rasped the old woman, her hands shaking as she held out the cross. "Lord in heaven, save me from this evil!"
"What lord?" Tora growled, mirth overcoming the sadness in her previous tone. "There is nothing but empty sky above us, with no lord to command it. I would be excited is I were you, though, you are about to get the chance to prove me wrong!" Tora swiftly leapt up and did a midair flip, landing squarely on her knees across the woman's chest.
"Deliv-" the woman began to shriek, but Tora's swift bite cut her words short. Her cruelly sharp teeth penetrated the flesh in the old hag's jugular veins, tearing the flesh to shreds. Tora stood up and licked the blood from her lips, watching as the spark of life in the woman's eyes drained out through the tear in her throat.
"There is no one left," Tora said, looking around at the burning village. The last of the cries had died away into the smoke, and the only houses left standing was the one she was currently standing in and her own borrowed home. With a shrug, she swiftly performed her complex hand katas.
"Renda Hi no Jutsu!" she cried, releasing a wall of flames into the house. Swiftly, she exited the burning home and headed back up to the only untouched house left in the village. With a contented sigh, she pushed open the door and sauntered into the kitchen, flopping down in a chair.
"I hope you had fun," growled Kisame from the kitchen doorway. "The fire will burn the whole forest to the ground at this rate, you stupid bitch."
"Now, now, Kisame-sama, that will not happen at all. The rain storm is fast approaching, and will extinguish the flames before any real damage is done. There is no reason to worry," Tora consoled, her voice smooth and sultry, though still holding massive amounts of malice and hunger. Kisame growled and turned away, exiting the room the way he came. Itachi appeared in Kisame's wake.
"You can let it go now," he hissed softly.
"Let go of what, Itachi-sama?" asked Tora innocently. Itachi whipped over to the table, grabbing Tora by the chin and holding her face close enough to his to feel each other's breath.
"I can see it in your eyes. That little bloodlust of yours isn't gone yet. Let it go," Itachi instructed, staring straight into Tora's eyes with his Sharingans.
"As you wish, Itachi-sama," Tora replied softly, partially closing her eyes. It was a noticeable transformation- her eyes, that had been alight with the painful desire for blood, now darkened to their usual hue. The insane glint faded away into the dark corners of her mind, and the itch in her brain was soothed. The visible tension in her body melted away. Itachi, being a supreme sage, could see her chakra flow around her body. The fiery orange chakra that had engulfed her earlier- the insane energy- seemed to wash away onto the floor. The familiar golden chakra now emanated softly from every pore of her body, assuring him of her normal state.
"Thanks," he muttered with a smirk, sitting down at the table in his usual chair.
"I'm going to bed," Tora muttered with a half-yawn. "I'll see you tomorrow." Tora waved a hand lightly over her shoulder as she disappeared out of the room and up the stairs.
"I am beginning to like my new doll," Itachi murmured as the lingering smell of blood wafting from Tora's clothes slowly drained away into the air.
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In chapter twelve: Tora doesn't like the rain, and being cooped up is threatening to drive her mad. What's a girl to do?
Rated R for: Graphic violence, adult language, adult situations, and sexual content.
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Women screamed. Babies cried. Men stood tall, though their clenched teeth and fists shook with fear. Old women prayed. Destruction was upon them.
Tora went from house to house, gruesomely slaughtering any inhabitants. Screams and curses rang through the darkening sky, and the streets ran red with blood. Fire illuminated the roads, every house visited by the young sage girl bursting into flames in her wake.
Tora smiled grimly as she struck her fingers through a man's chest, her nails tickling his heart lightly before shredding the life-giving organ. With a final twitch and moan, the man fell limp and died, and Tora withdrew her hand, licking the blood away daintily.
"How I forgot what the thrill of slaughter gave one!" Tora whispered insanely, her emerald eyes lit up with the fires of battle and insanity. The sight of large amounts of blood excited a force within her, and the urge would not die easily. When Itachi had punished her for her defiance, the smell and sight of her own blood had stirred that feeling. The unreachable itch in the back of her mind had been tickling her since that incident, and she had managed to control it until she left the house. Had she not controlled her urges, Kisame would have been dead by now. But the village was paying for her bloodlust.
"Deliver us!" shrieked an old woman, holding up an intricate silver cross towards Tora as if trying to ward her away. Tora dropped the man's corpse from her grasp and walked calmly over to the woman., bending down before the cowering woman.
"Deliver you from what, old one?" Tora asked softly, her hair hiding her eyes. "There is nothing to be delivered from. Pray tell me, what is it that you fear?"
"I fear death!" rasped the old woman, her hands shaking as she held out the cross. "Lord in heaven, save me from this evil!"
"What lord?" Tora growled, mirth overcoming the sadness in her previous tone. "There is nothing but empty sky above us, with no lord to command it. I would be excited is I were you, though, you are about to get the chance to prove me wrong!" Tora swiftly leapt up and did a midair flip, landing squarely on her knees across the woman's chest.
"Deliv-" the woman began to shriek, but Tora's swift bite cut her words short. Her cruelly sharp teeth penetrated the flesh in the old hag's jugular veins, tearing the flesh to shreds. Tora stood up and licked the blood from her lips, watching as the spark of life in the woman's eyes drained out through the tear in her throat.
"There is no one left," Tora said, looking around at the burning village. The last of the cries had died away into the smoke, and the only houses left standing was the one she was currently standing in and her own borrowed home. With a shrug, she swiftly performed her complex hand katas.
"Renda Hi no Jutsu!" she cried, releasing a wall of flames into the house. Swiftly, she exited the burning home and headed back up to the only untouched house left in the village. With a contented sigh, she pushed open the door and sauntered into the kitchen, flopping down in a chair.
"I hope you had fun," growled Kisame from the kitchen doorway. "The fire will burn the whole forest to the ground at this rate, you stupid bitch."
"Now, now, Kisame-sama, that will not happen at all. The rain storm is fast approaching, and will extinguish the flames before any real damage is done. There is no reason to worry," Tora consoled, her voice smooth and sultry, though still holding massive amounts of malice and hunger. Kisame growled and turned away, exiting the room the way he came. Itachi appeared in Kisame's wake.
"You can let it go now," he hissed softly.
"Let go of what, Itachi-sama?" asked Tora innocently. Itachi whipped over to the table, grabbing Tora by the chin and holding her face close enough to his to feel each other's breath.
"I can see it in your eyes. That little bloodlust of yours isn't gone yet. Let it go," Itachi instructed, staring straight into Tora's eyes with his Sharingans.
"As you wish, Itachi-sama," Tora replied softly, partially closing her eyes. It was a noticeable transformation- her eyes, that had been alight with the painful desire for blood, now darkened to their usual hue. The insane glint faded away into the dark corners of her mind, and the itch in her brain was soothed. The visible tension in her body melted away. Itachi, being a supreme sage, could see her chakra flow around her body. The fiery orange chakra that had engulfed her earlier- the insane energy- seemed to wash away onto the floor. The familiar golden chakra now emanated softly from every pore of her body, assuring him of her normal state.
"Thanks," he muttered with a smirk, sitting down at the table in his usual chair.
"I'm going to bed," Tora muttered with a half-yawn. "I'll see you tomorrow." Tora waved a hand lightly over her shoulder as she disappeared out of the room and up the stairs.
"I am beginning to like my new doll," Itachi murmured as the lingering smell of blood wafting from Tora's clothes slowly drained away into the air.
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In chapter twelve: Tora doesn't like the rain, and being cooped up is threatening to drive her mad. What's a girl to do?