Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
Rated R for: Graphic violence, adult language, adult situations, and sexual content.
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"You probably didn't really, care about my past, Itachi-sama," Tora said with a sad smile, "but it felt great to let it out. I'm sorry for putting you through such sentimental drivel, Itachi-sama, but I suppose that I needed that." Tora, who had been lying on her back on her bed with her hands crossed neatly over her stomach, used one arm to prop up her head and look at Itachi with dry, limpid emerald eyes. "When I talk to Ren, she tries to make me talk about my past with someone, and you are the first. I'm sure that she is happy about that, and... Oh, I apologize, Itachi-sama, I know that you are not a man of words, please excuse my excessive speaking." Tora smiled wanly and sighed, closing her eyes again.
"It was an interesting story," Itachi said dryly, his gaze intent and piercing as his Sharingans fixated on Tora. "You are excused for your sentimental side notes." Several seconds passed, Tora gently resting and Itachi studying her intently.
"You haven't left yet, Itachi-sama, perhaps you have a question?" Tora asked, opening one eye slightly and looking at Itachi.
"No," Itachi said acidly, just leaning against the dresser. Tora shrugged and closed her eye again, just relaxing for the first time in a few days.
Itachi sighed inwardly. His fascination with Tora had only grown... and not because of the part of him that lay in her blood. Something more intrigued him, nagging him to the point of insanity. Something about her made him itch, and it was an itch he had yet to scratch. For the first time in years, he was perplexed and vexed.
"Itachi-sama," Tora said quietly. Itachi was so involved with his thoughts that he had not noticed her shifting of positions- now she lay on her stomach, propped up on her elbows and crossing her legs girly fashion. Itachi had almost forgotten that she was a female, and thus held the penchant to be like that. Tora ran a finger along the large split in the mattress where Kisame's sword had struck several days back. "What are you thinking of? You don't seem yourself."
"Don't ask stupid questions," Itachi scorned angrily before disappearing out of the room. "I am going to bed, don't wait up for Kisame- he'll be out for a few more hours still." Itachi left the room, walking down the hall to his room.
"You are so dense..." Tora whispered to herself with a little smirk of annoyance. "You may be a cold bastard with out a heart or conscience, but I really like you." Tora smiled to herself and flipped herself back onto her back, staring up at the ceiling. "You are clever, sly, icy cold... my exact opposite, but, still..." Tora smiled. "It is a shame that you hurt me, that kiss could have really started something."
With a sigh after about fifteen minutes, Tora lifted herself from her bed and went down to the kitchen. She would make a healing remedy for herself, then go and water the potted flowers around the house. Just because she was a sage didn't mean that she was above everyday chores.
Tora smiled as she ground some herbs in her hand and dropped them into the pot of hot water, stirring the ingredients together and adding herbs as necessary until the water was a satisfying brown hue. Then she poured it into a little ceramic cup and blew the steam away, taking a sip.
"How quaint this all seems, how ordinary and unreal," Tora whispered happily as she leaned on the counter, looking out the window at the pouring rain. "It is like the little stories Momma used to tell me about, with the man and his woman living in a nice house out in the middle of a village. The girl would take care of the house and only hope for affection in return. How similar, yet dissimilar this situation is." Tora set down her cup and took out a watering can from a high cabinet. Silently, she filled the plastic container with water and headed upstairs, where the flowers sat waiting in their pots.
Humming softly as she went from bedroom to bedroom to bathroom to bedroom, Tora dutifully nurtured the withering plants. In Kisame's room, all done up in gray, she even bent down to the dying blossom and performed a hand kata, reaching out and gently touching the faded blue petals. Instantly, the plant seemed to sputter back to life and radiated health.
"Kisame-sama needs to see something cheerful every now and then," she said with a smile as she went to the next room.
Tora had purposely left Itachi's room for last, in hopes of not even entering. Lord knows how enraged he would be at her invading his personal space as he slept, or rested, or whatever he did in there. Yet her devotion to the little plants rejuvenated her determination and confidence, and she tiptoed to his closed door.
The chakra emanating from behind the wooden door was subdued and controlled, confirming that Itachi was asleep. Tora smiled to herself and suppressed her chakra as well, in hopes of not waking him. Sages needed to be alert, even in sleep. After hiding her chakra considerably, she crept into the room.
This was the only room in the house that was in decent condition. The curtain, rug, and bed sheets were all red velvet, lined with golden tassels and fringe. The walls were a dark brown wood, giving the whole room a dark, sleepy atmosphere. Tora silently snuck in, noting how Itachi slept so peacefully, his back to her and covers hiding his body up to his forehead.
Tora suppressed the urge to straighten his covers, to caress his face, to whisper little love songs in his ear, and focused on the suffering blood-crimson blossom near the window. She carefully performed her little life-giving jutsu on the ailing plant, and smiled contentedly as it perked back up. Itachi would be pleased with her. She stood back up and began walking out of the room, but stopped as she realized that she had forgotten her watering can. How foolish of her.
Tora reached out to the tool, but a pallid hand shot out from underneath the crimson velvet covers of the bed and clasped her wrist tightly.
Rated R for: Graphic violence, adult language, adult situations, and sexual content.
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"You probably didn't really, care about my past, Itachi-sama," Tora said with a sad smile, "but it felt great to let it out. I'm sorry for putting you through such sentimental drivel, Itachi-sama, but I suppose that I needed that." Tora, who had been lying on her back on her bed with her hands crossed neatly over her stomach, used one arm to prop up her head and look at Itachi with dry, limpid emerald eyes. "When I talk to Ren, she tries to make me talk about my past with someone, and you are the first. I'm sure that she is happy about that, and... Oh, I apologize, Itachi-sama, I know that you are not a man of words, please excuse my excessive speaking." Tora smiled wanly and sighed, closing her eyes again.
"It was an interesting story," Itachi said dryly, his gaze intent and piercing as his Sharingans fixated on Tora. "You are excused for your sentimental side notes." Several seconds passed, Tora gently resting and Itachi studying her intently.
"You haven't left yet, Itachi-sama, perhaps you have a question?" Tora asked, opening one eye slightly and looking at Itachi.
"No," Itachi said acidly, just leaning against the dresser. Tora shrugged and closed her eye again, just relaxing for the first time in a few days.
Itachi sighed inwardly. His fascination with Tora had only grown... and not because of the part of him that lay in her blood. Something more intrigued him, nagging him to the point of insanity. Something about her made him itch, and it was an itch he had yet to scratch. For the first time in years, he was perplexed and vexed.
"Itachi-sama," Tora said quietly. Itachi was so involved with his thoughts that he had not noticed her shifting of positions- now she lay on her stomach, propped up on her elbows and crossing her legs girly fashion. Itachi had almost forgotten that she was a female, and thus held the penchant to be like that. Tora ran a finger along the large split in the mattress where Kisame's sword had struck several days back. "What are you thinking of? You don't seem yourself."
"Don't ask stupid questions," Itachi scorned angrily before disappearing out of the room. "I am going to bed, don't wait up for Kisame- he'll be out for a few more hours still." Itachi left the room, walking down the hall to his room.
"You are so dense..." Tora whispered to herself with a little smirk of annoyance. "You may be a cold bastard with out a heart or conscience, but I really like you." Tora smiled to herself and flipped herself back onto her back, staring up at the ceiling. "You are clever, sly, icy cold... my exact opposite, but, still..." Tora smiled. "It is a shame that you hurt me, that kiss could have really started something."
With a sigh after about fifteen minutes, Tora lifted herself from her bed and went down to the kitchen. She would make a healing remedy for herself, then go and water the potted flowers around the house. Just because she was a sage didn't mean that she was above everyday chores.
Tora smiled as she ground some herbs in her hand and dropped them into the pot of hot water, stirring the ingredients together and adding herbs as necessary until the water was a satisfying brown hue. Then she poured it into a little ceramic cup and blew the steam away, taking a sip.
"How quaint this all seems, how ordinary and unreal," Tora whispered happily as she leaned on the counter, looking out the window at the pouring rain. "It is like the little stories Momma used to tell me about, with the man and his woman living in a nice house out in the middle of a village. The girl would take care of the house and only hope for affection in return. How similar, yet dissimilar this situation is." Tora set down her cup and took out a watering can from a high cabinet. Silently, she filled the plastic container with water and headed upstairs, where the flowers sat waiting in their pots.
Humming softly as she went from bedroom to bedroom to bathroom to bedroom, Tora dutifully nurtured the withering plants. In Kisame's room, all done up in gray, she even bent down to the dying blossom and performed a hand kata, reaching out and gently touching the faded blue petals. Instantly, the plant seemed to sputter back to life and radiated health.
"Kisame-sama needs to see something cheerful every now and then," she said with a smile as she went to the next room.
Tora had purposely left Itachi's room for last, in hopes of not even entering. Lord knows how enraged he would be at her invading his personal space as he slept, or rested, or whatever he did in there. Yet her devotion to the little plants rejuvenated her determination and confidence, and she tiptoed to his closed door.
The chakra emanating from behind the wooden door was subdued and controlled, confirming that Itachi was asleep. Tora smiled to herself and suppressed her chakra as well, in hopes of not waking him. Sages needed to be alert, even in sleep. After hiding her chakra considerably, she crept into the room.
This was the only room in the house that was in decent condition. The curtain, rug, and bed sheets were all red velvet, lined with golden tassels and fringe. The walls were a dark brown wood, giving the whole room a dark, sleepy atmosphere. Tora silently snuck in, noting how Itachi slept so peacefully, his back to her and covers hiding his body up to his forehead.
Tora suppressed the urge to straighten his covers, to caress his face, to whisper little love songs in his ear, and focused on the suffering blood-crimson blossom near the window. She carefully performed her little life-giving jutsu on the ailing plant, and smiled contentedly as it perked back up. Itachi would be pleased with her. She stood back up and began walking out of the room, but stopped as she realized that she had forgotten her watering can. How foolish of her.
Tora reached out to the tool, but a pallid hand shot out from underneath the crimson velvet covers of the bed and clasped her wrist tightly.