Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
Rated R for: Graphic violence, adult language, adult situations, and sexual content.
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Tora was silent for the rest of the day. Her sweet, strong and husky voice did not ring through the halls, her songs did not soothe and heal the withered plants. Her sobs did not echo from the bathroom, her soft breathing not resonating from her bedroom. No bright green eyes stared back at you, no fiery hair shined in the lamplight.
Only a sweet smell told of her presence, her skilled and silent hands swiftly preparing anther delicious meal. Shrimp sizzled in the skillet along with assorted vegetables and white rice. Aside from her silence, it would be like any other day.
Yet Tora had donned her Akatsuki cloak once more, the black fabric hiding her small, agile feet. Kisame stood in the kitchen with Tora, just watching as she made the meal. He had been standing there for the past half-hour, just watching as her body went about its task. Only once had he met her eyes, and the life seemed drained from them. The once lively, glistening eyes seemed dead and dry. The memories that had shone so brightly in her gaze were hidden behind a black wall of defense. He could no longer read her emotions. Kisame never realized how much he had grown to like those youthful, happy eyes- and now they were gone, and Kisame learned how much he longed for them. With an angry growl, he trudged out of the room, not wanting to be annoyed and perplexed by Tora's behavior.
"Itachi-sama, what did you do to her?" demanded Kisame angrily, letting himself into Itachi's room. The ebony-haired sage looked over at Kisame from his bed, where he lay on his back looking up at the ceiling and listening to the rain. Itachi stared at Kisame in annoyance.
"No more than what you tried," he replied simply, looking back up at the ceiling. "And what makes you think I did anything?"
"I left you two alone for a few hours, and she isn't the type to hurt herself," Kisame growled. "Why did you hurt her? She's cooking downstairs as usual, but she's like a zombie. You broke her spirit, Itachi."
"Wiser words than anything I ever expected from you," Itachi said with a little smirk. "So what if Tora is broken? Why do you care about my doll?"
"Ah! That's the attitude I hate about you, Itachi!" Kisame barked angrily. "I'm concerned because it's affecting this whole damn house! I know that she had watered the plants today, but it's like they are dying with her! The rain is colder! Her chakra isn't warm and gold anymore, it's cold and silver. If this house's atmosphere was anything near death before, it's certainly fucking dead now!" Kisame roared. Itachi didn't move, he only smirked up at the ceiling. "I don't care if she is your puppet, you can't ruin her like this!"
"She is my doll in more sense than one, Kisame," Itachi hissed calmly. "Are you forgetting who and what we are? We are sages, we are free from normal limitations. We kill our own families, we steal from our own pots, we steal from the blind and torture the innocence- we have no morals."
"That is where Tora is different! She still has feelings! She still respects common morals!" Kisame argued. Itachi looked back to Kisame, amused.
"This is the first time we have ever argued over such trivial things, Kisame," Itachi smirked. "But why should you care about Tora? Was she not the one who injured you?"
"That doesn't matter, Itachi," Kisame hissed. "What did you to do break her like this?"
"I am a sage-nin, I take what I want. I only went after something new," Itachi said with a wan smile before flopping back down. "As you did."
"I never knew that you thought about sex, Itachi-sama. You have surprised me," Kisame chuckled unhappily. "But even if she is your new puppet, she still has will power. I don't know what you were thinking."
"Women are far more devoted to their partners after losing their innocence, I suppose that was what I wanted to happen." Itachi smiled sickly. "I just wanted her to be all mine."
"You disgust me," Kisame growled before he left. "You are just sick."
"Oh, Kisame," Itachi called, summoning his comrade back.
"What?" grumbled Kisame in annoyance- he was going to go check on dinner.
"I want you to go check on everyone else in the Akatsuki," Itachi instructed. "I think that something dramatic and important has happened. I want you to find out what has been going on. This is a direct order," Itachi said sternly. "Oppose me and I will not hesitate to kill you." Kisame gulped, knowing that Itachi was not lying. With a silent little nod, he left and went into the kitchen. Things were so different now, there was something so perverse and insane about Itachi recently. He sat down, and Tora put a bowl of steaming shrimp kabobs over rice in front of him. Kisame took a bite.
Well, at least Tora's cooking never changed.
Rated R for: Graphic violence, adult language, adult situations, and sexual content.
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Tora was silent for the rest of the day. Her sweet, strong and husky voice did not ring through the halls, her songs did not soothe and heal the withered plants. Her sobs did not echo from the bathroom, her soft breathing not resonating from her bedroom. No bright green eyes stared back at you, no fiery hair shined in the lamplight.
Only a sweet smell told of her presence, her skilled and silent hands swiftly preparing anther delicious meal. Shrimp sizzled in the skillet along with assorted vegetables and white rice. Aside from her silence, it would be like any other day.
Yet Tora had donned her Akatsuki cloak once more, the black fabric hiding her small, agile feet. Kisame stood in the kitchen with Tora, just watching as she made the meal. He had been standing there for the past half-hour, just watching as her body went about its task. Only once had he met her eyes, and the life seemed drained from them. The once lively, glistening eyes seemed dead and dry. The memories that had shone so brightly in her gaze were hidden behind a black wall of defense. He could no longer read her emotions. Kisame never realized how much he had grown to like those youthful, happy eyes- and now they were gone, and Kisame learned how much he longed for them. With an angry growl, he trudged out of the room, not wanting to be annoyed and perplexed by Tora's behavior.
"Itachi-sama, what did you do to her?" demanded Kisame angrily, letting himself into Itachi's room. The ebony-haired sage looked over at Kisame from his bed, where he lay on his back looking up at the ceiling and listening to the rain. Itachi stared at Kisame in annoyance.
"No more than what you tried," he replied simply, looking back up at the ceiling. "And what makes you think I did anything?"
"I left you two alone for a few hours, and she isn't the type to hurt herself," Kisame growled. "Why did you hurt her? She's cooking downstairs as usual, but she's like a zombie. You broke her spirit, Itachi."
"Wiser words than anything I ever expected from you," Itachi said with a little smirk. "So what if Tora is broken? Why do you care about my doll?"
"Ah! That's the attitude I hate about you, Itachi!" Kisame barked angrily. "I'm concerned because it's affecting this whole damn house! I know that she had watered the plants today, but it's like they are dying with her! The rain is colder! Her chakra isn't warm and gold anymore, it's cold and silver. If this house's atmosphere was anything near death before, it's certainly fucking dead now!" Kisame roared. Itachi didn't move, he only smirked up at the ceiling. "I don't care if she is your puppet, you can't ruin her like this!"
"She is my doll in more sense than one, Kisame," Itachi hissed calmly. "Are you forgetting who and what we are? We are sages, we are free from normal limitations. We kill our own families, we steal from our own pots, we steal from the blind and torture the innocence- we have no morals."
"That is where Tora is different! She still has feelings! She still respects common morals!" Kisame argued. Itachi looked back to Kisame, amused.
"This is the first time we have ever argued over such trivial things, Kisame," Itachi smirked. "But why should you care about Tora? Was she not the one who injured you?"
"That doesn't matter, Itachi," Kisame hissed. "What did you to do break her like this?"
"I am a sage-nin, I take what I want. I only went after something new," Itachi said with a wan smile before flopping back down. "As you did."
"I never knew that you thought about sex, Itachi-sama. You have surprised me," Kisame chuckled unhappily. "But even if she is your new puppet, she still has will power. I don't know what you were thinking."
"Women are far more devoted to their partners after losing their innocence, I suppose that was what I wanted to happen." Itachi smiled sickly. "I just wanted her to be all mine."
"You disgust me," Kisame growled before he left. "You are just sick."
"Oh, Kisame," Itachi called, summoning his comrade back.
"What?" grumbled Kisame in annoyance- he was going to go check on dinner.
"I want you to go check on everyone else in the Akatsuki," Itachi instructed. "I think that something dramatic and important has happened. I want you to find out what has been going on. This is a direct order," Itachi said sternly. "Oppose me and I will not hesitate to kill you." Kisame gulped, knowing that Itachi was not lying. With a silent little nod, he left and went into the kitchen. Things were so different now, there was something so perverse and insane about Itachi recently. He sat down, and Tora put a bowl of steaming shrimp kabobs over rice in front of him. Kisame took a bite.
Well, at least Tora's cooking never changed.