Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
Rated R for: Graphic violence, adult language, adult situations, and sexual content.
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And Kisame was gone.
With much muttering and grumbling from the shark man, he was gone. Tora had made him his last hot meal, packed him a small lunch for his travels, and bid him goodbye. No words were exchanged, the only thing that was said being:
"Be careful." Kisame had left Tora with those words, being more serious and concerned than ever imagined.
Now Tora lingered in the kitchen, her deadened jade eyes staring blankly at the wall. Her feet no longer wandered the halls, her hands not making lovely things. She was afraid to go upstairs, where the evil she had come to know and love lay in waiting.
She knew it. If she went up there, he would easily snatch her away to his dwelling and make her his. If she even took a step up the stairs, she would see him waiting. Thus, Tora stayed downstairs, where the silent beast did not venture.
It was terrible.
'I love Itachi-sama, I can't deny it. Sure, he hurts me all the time, but ever since he first cut my neck, I feel so drawn to him. It must be love, there is no other way to look at it. I want to make him happy, but I made a promise to my sister; that, even though she could not keep it, that I would remain a virgin. I want to make Itachi happy, but my past comes first.' Tora looked up at the ceiling as though she were looking into the room above her. What was Itachi doing...?
A sudden gust of harsh storm wind battered the windows, and Tora shivered unwillingly. Since that incident with Itachi, everything seemed so cold and distant, with hidden evil lurking in the shadows.
A strange little sound rang through the kitchen, and Tora's nerves snapped from their constant strain. She leapt up and brandished a kunai threateningly before she realized that she sound came from the door, not the window. Carefully she unlatched the heavy wooden door and opened it a crack.
"Oh my," Tora whispered as she say the pitiful little bird laying on the doorstep. It's brilliant crimson pink feathers were soaked with rain, its strange bright blue eyes half-closed in exhaustion. Tora carefully bent down and cradled the animal in her hands, hugging it to her chest in effort to warm it up as she closed the door and took the creature inside.
Placing the bird down on a soft white hand towel on the counter, Tora examined the pitiful creature. It's thick plumage was a brilliant blood red and pink color, little fringes of gold lining the ends of each feather. A short crest of tan feathers encompassed its small round head, and an eight-inch long tail flowed away from its body. One leg was folded in an incorrect angle, and Tora saw the creature wince as she gently touched it.
"I'll take care of you," she crooned, the life slowly draining back into her eyes. Something needed her help, and now she would rise to the task with her old vigor and care. Ripping a piece of towel off, she rubbed an ointment from a drawer into the cloth, and tied it around the leg delicately. The creature's shining blue eyes, mostly the same color as hers, blinked up at her appreciatively before closing as the bird fell victim to heavy sleep. Tora smiled and wrapped the bird in the towel and placed it on the table, before preparing a bowl of water and a tin of bread for the ill one to eat when it awoke.
Tora's loving smile disappeared at her thoughts wandered back to Itachi. He would surely need to eat, what would she do then? She could not go up to his room to deliver the meal, and he would eventually wander down here. She was trapped. Tora was so lost in her thoughts for so long that she didn't even sense the bird stirring from its sleep and hobbling over to her. Only when its soft, feathered head brushed against her cheek did she revive herself from her pondering.
"Oh, you are awake," cooed Tora, gently rubbing two fingers down the bird's neck and back soothingly. "I suppose that means that you will live. I wonder what possessed you to be flying in such a long, cruel storm?" Tora wondered aloud as she petted the avian. The bird rubbed its golden beak and plumed cheek against Tora's cheek, neck, and shoulder.
Tora savored the hour that they sat there, comforting each other, during such a storm.
But Tora knew what needed to be done. Screw her honor code, if Itachi attacked her again she would hurt him back. Tora cooked a small meal silently, smiling wanly as the bird fluttered clumsily over to her and watched her cook with keen interest. Tora gently patted the creature's head and took the meal in her hands, slowly trudging towards the stairs. She would have to face Itachi sooner or later.
"What are you doing?" whispered Tora softly as the bird flapped awkwardly onto her shoulder, nuzzling his cheek against Tora as if for support. The girl smiled appreciatively and walked up the stairs, slowly and standing tall. As expected, Itachi stood at the top of the stairs, waiting. His eyes grew harder and colder than usual at the sight of the bird.
"I have brought you a meal, Itachi-sama," Tora said respectively, holding the plate out.
"A new pet?" Itachi asked sarcastically, reaching out for the food. His hands brushed Tora's, and she couldn't help but shiver. He was so cold and intimidating. Tora swiftly turned away and dashed down the stairs, Itachi smirking behind her as he ate a bite of chicken.
Rated R for: Graphic violence, adult language, adult situations, and sexual content.
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And Kisame was gone.
With much muttering and grumbling from the shark man, he was gone. Tora had made him his last hot meal, packed him a small lunch for his travels, and bid him goodbye. No words were exchanged, the only thing that was said being:
"Be careful." Kisame had left Tora with those words, being more serious and concerned than ever imagined.
Now Tora lingered in the kitchen, her deadened jade eyes staring blankly at the wall. Her feet no longer wandered the halls, her hands not making lovely things. She was afraid to go upstairs, where the evil she had come to know and love lay in waiting.
She knew it. If she went up there, he would easily snatch her away to his dwelling and make her his. If she even took a step up the stairs, she would see him waiting. Thus, Tora stayed downstairs, where the silent beast did not venture.
It was terrible.
'I love Itachi-sama, I can't deny it. Sure, he hurts me all the time, but ever since he first cut my neck, I feel so drawn to him. It must be love, there is no other way to look at it. I want to make him happy, but I made a promise to my sister; that, even though she could not keep it, that I would remain a virgin. I want to make Itachi happy, but my past comes first.' Tora looked up at the ceiling as though she were looking into the room above her. What was Itachi doing...?
A sudden gust of harsh storm wind battered the windows, and Tora shivered unwillingly. Since that incident with Itachi, everything seemed so cold and distant, with hidden evil lurking in the shadows.
A strange little sound rang through the kitchen, and Tora's nerves snapped from their constant strain. She leapt up and brandished a kunai threateningly before she realized that she sound came from the door, not the window. Carefully she unlatched the heavy wooden door and opened it a crack.
"Oh my," Tora whispered as she say the pitiful little bird laying on the doorstep. It's brilliant crimson pink feathers were soaked with rain, its strange bright blue eyes half-closed in exhaustion. Tora carefully bent down and cradled the animal in her hands, hugging it to her chest in effort to warm it up as she closed the door and took the creature inside.
Placing the bird down on a soft white hand towel on the counter, Tora examined the pitiful creature. It's thick plumage was a brilliant blood red and pink color, little fringes of gold lining the ends of each feather. A short crest of tan feathers encompassed its small round head, and an eight-inch long tail flowed away from its body. One leg was folded in an incorrect angle, and Tora saw the creature wince as she gently touched it.
"I'll take care of you," she crooned, the life slowly draining back into her eyes. Something needed her help, and now she would rise to the task with her old vigor and care. Ripping a piece of towel off, she rubbed an ointment from a drawer into the cloth, and tied it around the leg delicately. The creature's shining blue eyes, mostly the same color as hers, blinked up at her appreciatively before closing as the bird fell victim to heavy sleep. Tora smiled and wrapped the bird in the towel and placed it on the table, before preparing a bowl of water and a tin of bread for the ill one to eat when it awoke.
Tora's loving smile disappeared at her thoughts wandered back to Itachi. He would surely need to eat, what would she do then? She could not go up to his room to deliver the meal, and he would eventually wander down here. She was trapped. Tora was so lost in her thoughts for so long that she didn't even sense the bird stirring from its sleep and hobbling over to her. Only when its soft, feathered head brushed against her cheek did she revive herself from her pondering.
"Oh, you are awake," cooed Tora, gently rubbing two fingers down the bird's neck and back soothingly. "I suppose that means that you will live. I wonder what possessed you to be flying in such a long, cruel storm?" Tora wondered aloud as she petted the avian. The bird rubbed its golden beak and plumed cheek against Tora's cheek, neck, and shoulder.
Tora savored the hour that they sat there, comforting each other, during such a storm.
But Tora knew what needed to be done. Screw her honor code, if Itachi attacked her again she would hurt him back. Tora cooked a small meal silently, smiling wanly as the bird fluttered clumsily over to her and watched her cook with keen interest. Tora gently patted the creature's head and took the meal in her hands, slowly trudging towards the stairs. She would have to face Itachi sooner or later.
"What are you doing?" whispered Tora softly as the bird flapped awkwardly onto her shoulder, nuzzling his cheek against Tora as if for support. The girl smiled appreciatively and walked up the stairs, slowly and standing tall. As expected, Itachi stood at the top of the stairs, waiting. His eyes grew harder and colder than usual at the sight of the bird.
"I have brought you a meal, Itachi-sama," Tora said respectively, holding the plate out.
"A new pet?" Itachi asked sarcastically, reaching out for the food. His hands brushed Tora's, and she couldn't help but shiver. He was so cold and intimidating. Tora swiftly turned away and dashed down the stairs, Itachi smirking behind her as he ate a bite of chicken.