Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
Rated R for: Graphic violence, adult language, adult situations, and sexual content.
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Tora climbed down the stairs after her short but satisfying bath. One hand held her folded clothes, while the other held up the towel she had wrapped around her.
Despite her hatred for water, the bath had been soothing. After summoning the ghost of her twin sister, Ren, through her reflection, a deep sorrow had lodged itself within her. Yet, after ten minutes of soaking the steamy, salted, scented water, she had dislodged it and let is disintegrate into the water. It was calming and rejuvenating, and thus Tora felt more comfortable and cheery.
"Good after noon, Itachi-sama," Tora greeted her superior politely as she passed through the kitchen on her way to the laundry room, which was inconveniently located on the opposite end of the house. She made sure that her bare feet made no sound on the floor, in hopes of not causing any annoyance to Itachi.
"Is there something you want to tell me?" Itachi asked coldly, standing in her path and glaring down at her. "Why are there angels coming out of the mirror?"
"That concerns my past, nothing more, Itachi-sama. I'm sure that you would not care about my past," Tora replied politely. "Now, if you will excuse me, I have to put my clothes in the wash-"
"You are not excused until you tell me what is going on," Itachi growled. Tora was taken aback, afraid and flattered that Itachi wanted to know more about her.
"I am afraid that I do not feel comfortable talking about such things, with all due respect Itachi-sama," Tora replied again, her tone dropping to an icy level. "Now, I would greatly appreciate it if you kindly removed yourself from my path, as I have laundry to clean."
Itachi caught the fierce glint in her eyes, and let her pass.
"Thank you, Itachi-sama," Tora said as she passed by, disappearing into the laundry room.
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Tora reappeared a moment later, wearing a silk black kimono she had found in the laundry room. It was a tad too large, but it would suffice for the time being. With a sigh, she began to waltz through the kitchen again, aiming to return to he room. But, she knew deep within her, it would not be so simple as it sounded.
Immediately as she entered the kitchen, Itachi grabbed her by the shoulders and slammed her against the wall, pinning her there. One arm pinned her to the wooden boards by being roughly pressed across her chest, the other hand grabbed her by the chin and made Tora look straight into Itachi's cold Sharingan eyes.
"Tell me about it," he demanded. His cool breath grazed Tora's face, making her shiver unwillingly.
"Fine then, Itachi-sama, if it pleases you," Tora said, giving in finally. Her fierce gaze softened as the memories flooded into her mind, and towards her mouth. "I was not raised in a ninja village. I belonged to a town in the Wind Country, just north of the border between the Earth and Wind countries.
"I had a mother, a father, an older brother named Tatsuya, and a twin sister named Ren. My mother was a soft spoken, gently woman, while my father was loud and rude. Tatsuya dreamed of becoming a ninja for the Village Hidden in the Sand. Ren and I were both content with living our lives as normal people.
"But my brother, one day when Ren and I were six, ran off north to the Sand Village to ask to become a ninja. We never saw him again after that, but Ren and I both knew that he was dead. It was a feeling in our hearts that told us of his death. A half year after that, my father just walked away from the village. We never saw him again, either.
"Then my mother fell ill. Knowing that she was dying, she had Ren and I engaged to sons of a local lord. We were both seven, they were twenty and seventeen. It was an arrangement doomed to failure, but my mother wanted the best for both of us after she died. But when she did die when we were eight, things only got wor-"
"Itachi-sama, are you beating Tora-sama up again?" Kisame interjected as he sauntered into the kitchen carelessly. Itachi turned his hateful glare to his male partner, who had just interrupted Tora's story. Tora's gaze hardened into an icy glare at Kisame's interruption.
Kisame grabbed a bottle of milk from the refrigerator and muttered some other comments before disappearing back upstairs. Tora and Itachi both exchanged knowing glances as the boy lowered Tora to the ground, releasing her.
They had to get rid of Kisame. Otherwise, nothing- and they knew nothing of any sort- would get accomplished here.
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In chapter seventeen: Kisame is being sent away, and now Tora and Itachi are free to do whatever they wish with themselves.
Rated R for: Graphic violence, adult language, adult situations, and sexual content.
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Tora climbed down the stairs after her short but satisfying bath. One hand held her folded clothes, while the other held up the towel she had wrapped around her.
Despite her hatred for water, the bath had been soothing. After summoning the ghost of her twin sister, Ren, through her reflection, a deep sorrow had lodged itself within her. Yet, after ten minutes of soaking the steamy, salted, scented water, she had dislodged it and let is disintegrate into the water. It was calming and rejuvenating, and thus Tora felt more comfortable and cheery.
"Good after noon, Itachi-sama," Tora greeted her superior politely as she passed through the kitchen on her way to the laundry room, which was inconveniently located on the opposite end of the house. She made sure that her bare feet made no sound on the floor, in hopes of not causing any annoyance to Itachi.
"Is there something you want to tell me?" Itachi asked coldly, standing in her path and glaring down at her. "Why are there angels coming out of the mirror?"
"That concerns my past, nothing more, Itachi-sama. I'm sure that you would not care about my past," Tora replied politely. "Now, if you will excuse me, I have to put my clothes in the wash-"
"You are not excused until you tell me what is going on," Itachi growled. Tora was taken aback, afraid and flattered that Itachi wanted to know more about her.
"I am afraid that I do not feel comfortable talking about such things, with all due respect Itachi-sama," Tora replied again, her tone dropping to an icy level. "Now, I would greatly appreciate it if you kindly removed yourself from my path, as I have laundry to clean."
Itachi caught the fierce glint in her eyes, and let her pass.
"Thank you, Itachi-sama," Tora said as she passed by, disappearing into the laundry room.
* * * * * *
Tora reappeared a moment later, wearing a silk black kimono she had found in the laundry room. It was a tad too large, but it would suffice for the time being. With a sigh, she began to waltz through the kitchen again, aiming to return to he room. But, she knew deep within her, it would not be so simple as it sounded.
Immediately as she entered the kitchen, Itachi grabbed her by the shoulders and slammed her against the wall, pinning her there. One arm pinned her to the wooden boards by being roughly pressed across her chest, the other hand grabbed her by the chin and made Tora look straight into Itachi's cold Sharingan eyes.
"Tell me about it," he demanded. His cool breath grazed Tora's face, making her shiver unwillingly.
"Fine then, Itachi-sama, if it pleases you," Tora said, giving in finally. Her fierce gaze softened as the memories flooded into her mind, and towards her mouth. "I was not raised in a ninja village. I belonged to a town in the Wind Country, just north of the border between the Earth and Wind countries.
"I had a mother, a father, an older brother named Tatsuya, and a twin sister named Ren. My mother was a soft spoken, gently woman, while my father was loud and rude. Tatsuya dreamed of becoming a ninja for the Village Hidden in the Sand. Ren and I were both content with living our lives as normal people.
"But my brother, one day when Ren and I were six, ran off north to the Sand Village to ask to become a ninja. We never saw him again after that, but Ren and I both knew that he was dead. It was a feeling in our hearts that told us of his death. A half year after that, my father just walked away from the village. We never saw him again, either.
"Then my mother fell ill. Knowing that she was dying, she had Ren and I engaged to sons of a local lord. We were both seven, they were twenty and seventeen. It was an arrangement doomed to failure, but my mother wanted the best for both of us after she died. But when she did die when we were eight, things only got wor-"
"Itachi-sama, are you beating Tora-sama up again?" Kisame interjected as he sauntered into the kitchen carelessly. Itachi turned his hateful glare to his male partner, who had just interrupted Tora's story. Tora's gaze hardened into an icy glare at Kisame's interruption.
Kisame grabbed a bottle of milk from the refrigerator and muttered some other comments before disappearing back upstairs. Tora and Itachi both exchanged knowing glances as the boy lowered Tora to the ground, releasing her.
They had to get rid of Kisame. Otherwise, nothing- and they knew nothing of any sort- would get accomplished here.
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In chapter seventeen: Kisame is being sent away, and now Tora and Itachi are free to do whatever they wish with themselves.