Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
Rated R for: Graphic violence, adult language, adult situations, and sexual content.
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Itachi's lips moved softly against Tora's as the kiss was returned. Her full, dark lips moved rhythmically against Itachi's thin, cold ones, warming the kiss with her warm breath. Something unfulfilled and greedy dwelled in the atmosphere as the two teenagers silently and passionately went at each other.
Tora's eyes slipped closed as Itachi's tongue flicked across her lips. She parted them slightly granting him access to deepen the kiss. The deepened kiss lasted a moment before Itachi's pulled his lips away from Tora's dragging them down to her jaw line and planting little kisses all along it. He lowered his tight grip on her wrists, drawing his hands down her sides and resting them on the counter, pressing her tightly between the edge of the marble counter and himself.
His lips traced down to her neck, nibbling the skin lightly between kisses. His tongue traced the deep "puppet" mark, drawing a gasp from Tora's lips. He was holding himself back dramatically and forcefully. If he didn't, who knows what would happen.
"Ahh," Tora hissed in pain. "Itachi-sama, please stop..." she whispered softly, pain in her voice. Itachi sourly withdrew his lips from her neck, annoyance written on his features as he grabbed her wrists again and held her hands down on the counter. He glared down at her, a frown on his face.
"What?" he asked icily, his potential pleasure interrupted.
"It hurts so much," whined Tora softly, small tears slowly forming in the corners of her eyes. She squirmed uncomfortably in his grasp, trying to move away from the counter. "When you got angry with me and threw me against the wall, I bruised. The counter is making it far worse than before," Tora continued, turning her head away from Itachi. "I'm sorry."
Itachi frowned and backed away from Tora, releasing her from his grasp. Gratefully, she slid to the floor on her hands and knees. Itachi saw it now- the dark purple and blue mark the size of an apple across Tora's lower spine. Only then did he notice how much damage he had caused her. Before, his blind desire had hidden her, but now he saw the pain she was in. The cuts on his arms were partially obscured by her arm warmers, and that was the same case with her legs.
"I apologize, Itachi-sama," Tora gasped, gently running a hand over the bruise, wincing.
"I should apologize," Itachi replied, and Tora looked up in disbelief. Itachi loomed over her, gazing down at her with an unreadable expression. "I have injured you."
"Do not apologize, Itachi-sama," Tora said, rising to her feet. Itachi's anger at being told an order showed on his face, and Tora quickly made a save. "The master should not apologize to the puppet." Itachi only stared as Tora smiled weakly and grabbed a rag from the counter and went to clean up the shattered teacup and its contents. With a slightly frustrated sigh, he sat back down and watched Tora clean.
"I will see you later, Itachi-sama. I am going to take a shower, then read in my room. Let me know if there is anything I can cook for you," Tora said with another empty smile as she disappeared out of the kitchen and up the stairs.
How was it she was making him feel? Itachi wondered silently. Sure, he had let his deep-throated lust take over for moment today, but there was something else behind that. It would never be true love, sure, but there was a slight adoration behind his cold Sharingan eyes. Her easygoing, polite manners and teasing eyes drove him.
Tora sighed as she stripped herself of her clothes, folding them neatly and placing them on a shelf. Silently, she unbound her hair from its tight braid, shaking her head to loosen her hair. She looked in the mirror.
A blank, emotionless face stared back at her. Tousled hair frames the tanned face and thickly-lashed green eyes. Tora sighed again and performed several complex hand katas.
"Jisei no Jutsu," she murmured, and the face inside the mirror. The blank, emotionless face that had stared out at Tora moment ago now smiled softly, a motherly comfort coming to the jade eyes.
"Tora, you are sad again," the reflection said with a small smile. Tora only nodded. "But I suppose that is why you need me."
"Yes, that is why mother taught me to use you," Tora replied with a bitter little laugh.
"She made me so that you would never be truly alone again," the reflection sighed. "She knew that she wouldn't be around long enough..."
:But that is why have you- the me within me," the living Tora whispered.
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In chapter fifteen: What is this strange jutsu?
Rated R for: Graphic violence, adult language, adult situations, and sexual content.
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Itachi's lips moved softly against Tora's as the kiss was returned. Her full, dark lips moved rhythmically against Itachi's thin, cold ones, warming the kiss with her warm breath. Something unfulfilled and greedy dwelled in the atmosphere as the two teenagers silently and passionately went at each other.
Tora's eyes slipped closed as Itachi's tongue flicked across her lips. She parted them slightly granting him access to deepen the kiss. The deepened kiss lasted a moment before Itachi's pulled his lips away from Tora's dragging them down to her jaw line and planting little kisses all along it. He lowered his tight grip on her wrists, drawing his hands down her sides and resting them on the counter, pressing her tightly between the edge of the marble counter and himself.
His lips traced down to her neck, nibbling the skin lightly between kisses. His tongue traced the deep "puppet" mark, drawing a gasp from Tora's lips. He was holding himself back dramatically and forcefully. If he didn't, who knows what would happen.
"Ahh," Tora hissed in pain. "Itachi-sama, please stop..." she whispered softly, pain in her voice. Itachi sourly withdrew his lips from her neck, annoyance written on his features as he grabbed her wrists again and held her hands down on the counter. He glared down at her, a frown on his face.
"What?" he asked icily, his potential pleasure interrupted.
"It hurts so much," whined Tora softly, small tears slowly forming in the corners of her eyes. She squirmed uncomfortably in his grasp, trying to move away from the counter. "When you got angry with me and threw me against the wall, I bruised. The counter is making it far worse than before," Tora continued, turning her head away from Itachi. "I'm sorry."
Itachi frowned and backed away from Tora, releasing her from his grasp. Gratefully, she slid to the floor on her hands and knees. Itachi saw it now- the dark purple and blue mark the size of an apple across Tora's lower spine. Only then did he notice how much damage he had caused her. Before, his blind desire had hidden her, but now he saw the pain she was in. The cuts on his arms were partially obscured by her arm warmers, and that was the same case with her legs.
"I apologize, Itachi-sama," Tora gasped, gently running a hand over the bruise, wincing.
"I should apologize," Itachi replied, and Tora looked up in disbelief. Itachi loomed over her, gazing down at her with an unreadable expression. "I have injured you."
"Do not apologize, Itachi-sama," Tora said, rising to her feet. Itachi's anger at being told an order showed on his face, and Tora quickly made a save. "The master should not apologize to the puppet." Itachi only stared as Tora smiled weakly and grabbed a rag from the counter and went to clean up the shattered teacup and its contents. With a slightly frustrated sigh, he sat back down and watched Tora clean.
"I will see you later, Itachi-sama. I am going to take a shower, then read in my room. Let me know if there is anything I can cook for you," Tora said with another empty smile as she disappeared out of the kitchen and up the stairs.
How was it she was making him feel? Itachi wondered silently. Sure, he had let his deep-throated lust take over for moment today, but there was something else behind that. It would never be true love, sure, but there was a slight adoration behind his cold Sharingan eyes. Her easygoing, polite manners and teasing eyes drove him.
Tora sighed as she stripped herself of her clothes, folding them neatly and placing them on a shelf. Silently, she unbound her hair from its tight braid, shaking her head to loosen her hair. She looked in the mirror.
A blank, emotionless face stared back at her. Tousled hair frames the tanned face and thickly-lashed green eyes. Tora sighed again and performed several complex hand katas.
"Jisei no Jutsu," she murmured, and the face inside the mirror. The blank, emotionless face that had stared out at Tora moment ago now smiled softly, a motherly comfort coming to the jade eyes.
"Tora, you are sad again," the reflection said with a small smile. Tora only nodded. "But I suppose that is why you need me."
"Yes, that is why mother taught me to use you," Tora replied with a bitter little laugh.
"She made me so that you would never be truly alone again," the reflection sighed. "She knew that she wouldn't be around long enough..."
:But that is why have you- the me within me," the living Tora whispered.
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In chapter fifteen: What is this strange jutsu?