Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
Rated R for: Graphic violence, adult language, adult situations, and sexual content.
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The reflection stared out at its living counterpart, her expression one of sorrow and devotion.
"I need you, Ren," Tora whispered, little tears dripping down her cheeks as she just stared at the identical face in the mirror. "It is hurting again." The face in the mirror softened into one of sisterly love, the eyes alight with care. Slowly, the reflection reached towards Tora.
"I know that it hurts, Tora," murmured the reflection comfortingly, the hand extending outwards from the mirror.
Gently, the pale tan hand rested on Tora's cheek. The softly weeping girl looked up at her living reflection, tears shimmering in her eyes.
"I need you back, Ren," Tora sobbed. "I don't want to be alone anymore."
"Hush, now, Tora. You are not alone anymore," the reflection muttered soothingly as she stroked Tora's cheek. "You are not alone anymore."
"What? There is no one here for me," Tora whispered, gently placing a hand over her bare chest, towards her heart. "There is no one here like me, I am still alone."
"No, Tora- there is someone in this house with you who loves you," the reflection lectured gently, and leaned forwards towards Tora. "But I need to leave you now, the jutsu is failing."
"I will summon you again when I am strong, Ren," Tora cried softly. Ren's ghostly hand reached out from the mirror and lifted Tora's chin so that their eyes met.
"You must go on without me, Tora-chan," the reflection instructed.
"I can't......... you are my sister, the only thing I have left," Tora pleaded. Silently, the figure in the mirror leaned forward, out of the glass.
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Itachi had heard an unfamiliar voice in the bathroom. Naturally, if there was a chance of a fight, he would leap on it. But when he had heard Tora's soft weeping and crying, he had not taken another step out of hope for violence. His whole intention for spying became to find out what was making his puppet weep. He was the only one aloud to do that!
He had cracked the bathroom door open the slightest bit, using such juvenile means to discover Tora's visitor. But he had been shocked at what he saw.
After getting over the shock of seeing Tora's nubile, supple naked body, he had noticed how she seemed to be talking to the mirror. What was even more surprising was that the mirror was talking back in calming, soft tones. He had listened to Tora's pleas for this 'Ren' character, her soft cries, and the consoling responses the mirror spat back at Tora.
Now he was almost frightened. A ghostly tan arm, matching Tora's skin tone exactly, reached forward from the mirror and rested on Tora's cheek as she cried. There had been more conversation, and the hand had moved down to Tora's chin, forcing the girl to look at the supposed reflection.
But now Itachi was amazed. A girl almost identical to Tora, only with shorter red hair and white feathered angel wings drifted out of the mirror. This girl had the same jade-hued eyes as Tora, the gently arcing cheekbones, the same thick fire hair- only cut shorter, up to the shoulders. Tora's weeping had subsided as the nude angel appeared, bringing both hands up to cup Tora's cheeks. Gently, the angel closed her eyes and pulled herself over to Tora, her body drifting in midair as she softly placed her lips over Tora's.
All was silent for several seconds before the angel smiled softly and lifted her lips from Tora's and shrank back into the mirror, her hands lingering on Tora's cheeks before being pulled away into the reflection.
"No," Tora weeped softly, hugging her arms and sinking to the floor. Itachi withdrew from the door, declining from his previous intentions of questioning the girl. Something deep and painful had gone into that kiss, and it was not his place to intrude. One's past was not something to ask someone unwillingly.
"Itachi-sama, I know you are there," Tora called softly from the wooden floor of the bathroom. "You did not suppress your charka enough." Tora turned her tear-stained face to him. "How much did you see?"
"Of you or of what just happened? Everything," Itachi replied, rising from his crouched position. Tora chuckled heartlessly.
"Then I have nothing left to hide," she laughed mirthlessly. "I hope that I did not disappoint you too much with my weakness," Tora continued, signaling to the tears of sorrow that had not dried on her skin yet.
"No, my opinion of you has not changed, Tora," Itachi muttered. "But my amount of interest has." The last sentence was said quietly enough so that only the speaker heard it as he closed the bathroom door and went back downstairs.
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In chapter sixteen: Things are definitely different between Tora and Itachi, but what about Kisame?
Rated R for: Graphic violence, adult language, adult situations, and sexual content.
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The reflection stared out at its living counterpart, her expression one of sorrow and devotion.
"I need you, Ren," Tora whispered, little tears dripping down her cheeks as she just stared at the identical face in the mirror. "It is hurting again." The face in the mirror softened into one of sisterly love, the eyes alight with care. Slowly, the reflection reached towards Tora.
"I know that it hurts, Tora," murmured the reflection comfortingly, the hand extending outwards from the mirror.
Gently, the pale tan hand rested on Tora's cheek. The softly weeping girl looked up at her living reflection, tears shimmering in her eyes.
"I need you back, Ren," Tora sobbed. "I don't want to be alone anymore."
"Hush, now, Tora. You are not alone anymore," the reflection muttered soothingly as she stroked Tora's cheek. "You are not alone anymore."
"What? There is no one here for me," Tora whispered, gently placing a hand over her bare chest, towards her heart. "There is no one here like me, I am still alone."
"No, Tora- there is someone in this house with you who loves you," the reflection lectured gently, and leaned forwards towards Tora. "But I need to leave you now, the jutsu is failing."
"I will summon you again when I am strong, Ren," Tora cried softly. Ren's ghostly hand reached out from the mirror and lifted Tora's chin so that their eyes met.
"You must go on without me, Tora-chan," the reflection instructed.
"I can't......... you are my sister, the only thing I have left," Tora pleaded. Silently, the figure in the mirror leaned forward, out of the glass.
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Itachi had heard an unfamiliar voice in the bathroom. Naturally, if there was a chance of a fight, he would leap on it. But when he had heard Tora's soft weeping and crying, he had not taken another step out of hope for violence. His whole intention for spying became to find out what was making his puppet weep. He was the only one aloud to do that!
He had cracked the bathroom door open the slightest bit, using such juvenile means to discover Tora's visitor. But he had been shocked at what he saw.
After getting over the shock of seeing Tora's nubile, supple naked body, he had noticed how she seemed to be talking to the mirror. What was even more surprising was that the mirror was talking back in calming, soft tones. He had listened to Tora's pleas for this 'Ren' character, her soft cries, and the consoling responses the mirror spat back at Tora.
Now he was almost frightened. A ghostly tan arm, matching Tora's skin tone exactly, reached forward from the mirror and rested on Tora's cheek as she cried. There had been more conversation, and the hand had moved down to Tora's chin, forcing the girl to look at the supposed reflection.
But now Itachi was amazed. A girl almost identical to Tora, only with shorter red hair and white feathered angel wings drifted out of the mirror. This girl had the same jade-hued eyes as Tora, the gently arcing cheekbones, the same thick fire hair- only cut shorter, up to the shoulders. Tora's weeping had subsided as the nude angel appeared, bringing both hands up to cup Tora's cheeks. Gently, the angel closed her eyes and pulled herself over to Tora, her body drifting in midair as she softly placed her lips over Tora's.
All was silent for several seconds before the angel smiled softly and lifted her lips from Tora's and shrank back into the mirror, her hands lingering on Tora's cheeks before being pulled away into the reflection.
"No," Tora weeped softly, hugging her arms and sinking to the floor. Itachi withdrew from the door, declining from his previous intentions of questioning the girl. Something deep and painful had gone into that kiss, and it was not his place to intrude. One's past was not something to ask someone unwillingly.
"Itachi-sama, I know you are there," Tora called softly from the wooden floor of the bathroom. "You did not suppress your charka enough." Tora turned her tear-stained face to him. "How much did you see?"
"Of you or of what just happened? Everything," Itachi replied, rising from his crouched position. Tora chuckled heartlessly.
"Then I have nothing left to hide," she laughed mirthlessly. "I hope that I did not disappoint you too much with my weakness," Tora continued, signaling to the tears of sorrow that had not dried on her skin yet.
"No, my opinion of you has not changed, Tora," Itachi muttered. "But my amount of interest has." The last sentence was said quietly enough so that only the speaker heard it as he closed the bathroom door and went back downstairs.
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In chapter sixteen: Things are definitely different between Tora and Itachi, but what about Kisame?