Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
Rated R for: Graphic violence, adult language, adult situations, and sexual content.
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Tora stared blankly up at the drab ceiling as she lay atop her bed. Rain pelted mercilessly on the roof and against the windows, and the only sound that dominated that rain was the peals of thunder.
Tora was never able to sleep during rainstorms. The mere thought of water pelting at her from all sides was enough to make her nervous and lose her appetite. Since birth, she had always hated water. Baths were some of her worst memories.
But the baths were paled in comparison by some of her other memories...
No, she mustn't think of such things. She had moved on by now, and left all of that foolish drudgery behind. With a sigh, Tora rolled over on her side, forcing her tired green eyes shut stubbornly. There was no point in reminiscing.
The rain had started as a gentle spray, and slowly grown into this goddamned downpour. Thunder rolled across the sky after its partner, lightning. Howling wind rattled the windows of the house. The weather was at its worst for Tora.
"I will do something else until I tire," Tora said resolutely, pouncing up from bed and, not bothering to don her Akatsuki cloak, opened her bedroom door and headed downstairs.
"You are awake, Tora," Itachi said as he sat in the kitchen. That was where he dwelled when he was awake, his reasons his own and not to share.
"I cannot sleep well during such rain, Itachi-sama," Tora said politely, pouring water from the faucet into a kettle and turning the stove on, heating the water.
"I wonder why...?" Itachi asked, probing deeper into Tora's mind.
"Rain has always made me sleepless," Tora replied sourly, a hint of aggravation creeping into her tone. She quickly masked it with her honey sweetness. "I did not mean to sound irritated, Itachi-sama," she lied quickly. "Please pardon my rudeness." Tora stared straight at the man who sat behind her. Something about him captivated her. His pale, smooth skin; his glowing Sharingans, the lashing ebony waves of hair; the gentle slope in his slightly bent, lithe fingers. He entranced her, but she had become a master of shoving aside emotions- or so she hoped.
"Hm," Itachi muttered simply, resting his chin on his crossed fingers, propping his head up. He stared straight back at Tora, sending barely visible shivers down her spine. Something about the girl captivated him still, perhaps his chakra in her blood bound him to her as well. When he looked into those big green eyes, he saw something other than a fiery, strong girl- there was sadness, hatred, loneliness, and. dare he admit it?. love. There was a spark of affection in those emerald orbs.
Tora turned away from Itachi, shutting off the stove and forming several simple hand katas, blowing a small jet of flame underneath the kettle. Immediately, steam whistled from the spout, and Tora poured a small cup of the bitter liquid and leaned against the counter as she sipped. Green tea was so soothing in troubled times.
"What are you hiding from me?" asked Itachi suddenly, startling Tora. She blinked confusedly twice, then answered carefully.
"I hide many things, Itachi-sama, though there is nothing that would concern yourself," she replied calmly. "There is no reason for you to bother yourself listening to my menial worries."
Itachi moved like lightning, zooming across the kitchen and closing the gap between them. Tora swiftly put up her arms to defend herself. The teacup shattered on the floor, sending droplets of tea splattering onto her leg and across the floor. What had she done now...? Why was he going to punish her now? She felt her wrists being torn away from her face, and squeezed her eyes shut, preparing for the blows. Several seconds passed, and she opened her eyes in shock when no blows fell upon her.
Itachi's face was a hairsbreadth away from hers, his pallid hands holding her wrist on either side of her head. He stared deep into her eyes, his Sharingans seeming to pry into hers.
"What is it that you wish of me, Itachi-sama?" asked Tora calmly, believing this to be one of his little games. Just like when she had supported Kisame's idea to stop and rest in this village, and when she had first insinuated of him being embarrassed, this was just another violent urge of his.
"I want so much of you, Tora," he whispered harshly. "But I will start with two things- why do you not have a forehead protector? Where did you come from?" Itachi hissed. Tora noticed how he pressed his body against hers, and how tightly he held her wrists. This was no time to argue.
"I did not come from a ninja village," she replied, her eyes pleading truth. Itachi smirked. "I do not lie, Itachi-sama. I just do not wish to discuss my past right now. I will explain some other time." Itachi's smirk disappeared rapidly. "What else did you want?"
"I did not ask what you wanted or did not want, but I will excuse your rudeness today." Tora felt her heart rise. "But the next thing I want is... this." Itachi stated calmly, bringing his lips across the gap between his face and hers. His nearly lipless mouth engulfed Tora's in a cold, passionate kiss.
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In chapter fourteen: What is this new flame between Itachi and Tora? Just another thrill?
Rated R for: Graphic violence, adult language, adult situations, and sexual content.
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Tora stared blankly up at the drab ceiling as she lay atop her bed. Rain pelted mercilessly on the roof and against the windows, and the only sound that dominated that rain was the peals of thunder.
Tora was never able to sleep during rainstorms. The mere thought of water pelting at her from all sides was enough to make her nervous and lose her appetite. Since birth, she had always hated water. Baths were some of her worst memories.
But the baths were paled in comparison by some of her other memories...
No, she mustn't think of such things. She had moved on by now, and left all of that foolish drudgery behind. With a sigh, Tora rolled over on her side, forcing her tired green eyes shut stubbornly. There was no point in reminiscing.
The rain had started as a gentle spray, and slowly grown into this goddamned downpour. Thunder rolled across the sky after its partner, lightning. Howling wind rattled the windows of the house. The weather was at its worst for Tora.
"I will do something else until I tire," Tora said resolutely, pouncing up from bed and, not bothering to don her Akatsuki cloak, opened her bedroom door and headed downstairs.
"You are awake, Tora," Itachi said as he sat in the kitchen. That was where he dwelled when he was awake, his reasons his own and not to share.
"I cannot sleep well during such rain, Itachi-sama," Tora said politely, pouring water from the faucet into a kettle and turning the stove on, heating the water.
"I wonder why...?" Itachi asked, probing deeper into Tora's mind.
"Rain has always made me sleepless," Tora replied sourly, a hint of aggravation creeping into her tone. She quickly masked it with her honey sweetness. "I did not mean to sound irritated, Itachi-sama," she lied quickly. "Please pardon my rudeness." Tora stared straight at the man who sat behind her. Something about him captivated her. His pale, smooth skin; his glowing Sharingans, the lashing ebony waves of hair; the gentle slope in his slightly bent, lithe fingers. He entranced her, but she had become a master of shoving aside emotions- or so she hoped.
"Hm," Itachi muttered simply, resting his chin on his crossed fingers, propping his head up. He stared straight back at Tora, sending barely visible shivers down her spine. Something about the girl captivated him still, perhaps his chakra in her blood bound him to her as well. When he looked into those big green eyes, he saw something other than a fiery, strong girl- there was sadness, hatred, loneliness, and. dare he admit it?. love. There was a spark of affection in those emerald orbs.
Tora turned away from Itachi, shutting off the stove and forming several simple hand katas, blowing a small jet of flame underneath the kettle. Immediately, steam whistled from the spout, and Tora poured a small cup of the bitter liquid and leaned against the counter as she sipped. Green tea was so soothing in troubled times.
"What are you hiding from me?" asked Itachi suddenly, startling Tora. She blinked confusedly twice, then answered carefully.
"I hide many things, Itachi-sama, though there is nothing that would concern yourself," she replied calmly. "There is no reason for you to bother yourself listening to my menial worries."
Itachi moved like lightning, zooming across the kitchen and closing the gap between them. Tora swiftly put up her arms to defend herself. The teacup shattered on the floor, sending droplets of tea splattering onto her leg and across the floor. What had she done now...? Why was he going to punish her now? She felt her wrists being torn away from her face, and squeezed her eyes shut, preparing for the blows. Several seconds passed, and she opened her eyes in shock when no blows fell upon her.
Itachi's face was a hairsbreadth away from hers, his pallid hands holding her wrist on either side of her head. He stared deep into her eyes, his Sharingans seeming to pry into hers.
"What is it that you wish of me, Itachi-sama?" asked Tora calmly, believing this to be one of his little games. Just like when she had supported Kisame's idea to stop and rest in this village, and when she had first insinuated of him being embarrassed, this was just another violent urge of his.
"I want so much of you, Tora," he whispered harshly. "But I will start with two things- why do you not have a forehead protector? Where did you come from?" Itachi hissed. Tora noticed how he pressed his body against hers, and how tightly he held her wrists. This was no time to argue.
"I did not come from a ninja village," she replied, her eyes pleading truth. Itachi smirked. "I do not lie, Itachi-sama. I just do not wish to discuss my past right now. I will explain some other time." Itachi's smirk disappeared rapidly. "What else did you want?"
"I did not ask what you wanted or did not want, but I will excuse your rudeness today." Tora felt her heart rise. "But the next thing I want is... this." Itachi stated calmly, bringing his lips across the gap between his face and hers. His nearly lipless mouth engulfed Tora's in a cold, passionate kiss.
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In chapter fourteen: What is this new flame between Itachi and Tora? Just another thrill?