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Rated R for: Graphic violence, adult language, adult situations, and sexual content.
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"So, Tora-chan, if I may call you that, why are you even in the Akatsuki? This isn't quite a place for women, and I do not say that in a sexist manner. You seem so calm and decent, why would you become a terrorist?" Aosuzu asked as Tora began to cook him a meal.
"I am not honestly sure, maybe I'm just a violent girl, but I can't really tell you more than that," Tora said with a shrug as she chopped some leeks and chives. "I suppose that I wanted to meet people as strong as me. I guess not being raised as a ninja, I wanted to see what you people were like."
"This wouldn't be a good place for you, then. Most of us are just lecherous men and godless heathens," Aosuzu replied.
"Is that true?" Tora asked, looking over her shoulder, her eyes hard and serious. "Are you all really that shallow, with no deep feelings at all?" Aosuzu seemed taken aback by Tora's sudden seriousness, but smiled and shrugged.
"Well, I would be giving myself too much credit if I said that I was a great, spiritual man, but I'm not as bad as Kisame, if you don't mind me saying." The edges of the blue-haired man's eyes crinkled up in a smile as Tora's expression softened.
"Alright, since we are playing twenty questions- why are you here? You seem like a good guy," Tora asked as she turned the heat on the stove up. "Damn, this thing heats too quickly."
"Honestly, I'm just looking for adventure. I'm just an old man who's bored with everyday excursions. Maybe I am the same as you," he said lightly.
"You aren't old, and what village are you from? I don't see a forehead protector." Tora glanced over at Aosuzu.
"I'm thirty years young, twice as old as you, Tora-chan!" Aosuzu joked. "I actually came from the Cloud Country. I wear my forehead protector around my waist, I don't look good with it on my head." Both Tora and Aosuzu laughed at the humor, and Tora smiled happily as went back to her cooking.
"What are you wanted for?" she asked lightly, and Aosuzu's smile disappeared rapidly. His merry smile twisted into a frown.
"What makes you think that I am wanted for anything?" he asked, being far more serious than before.
"I know when people are hiding things from me, Aosuzu. Now, you can't have done much worse than I, so let it go. I'll listen, and I promise not to think any less of you," Tora encouraged calmly, sounding very much like a mother chiding a child.
"Fine, you win, Tora-chan. I ran away from my village after committing a few assorted rapes. I had marred twenty-nine women by the time I had left." Silence hung heavy in the room, the tension between the two sages, hovering over them like a thick, warm blanket.
"How interesting and surprising," Tora commented offhandedly. "I'm surprised, you don't seem like the type." Tora turned and smiled warmly at the man. "You seem so fatherly and gentle." Aosuzu grinned mischievously, and stood up.
"Nah, I'm not old enough to be a father, you little punk!" the man growled playfully, grabbing Tora in a headlock and rubbing his knuckles across the top of Tora's head roughly.
"Stop that!" Tora squealed, squirming. "You nutty old man!"
Itachi listened to the joyful laughter from his room above the kitchen, disgust on his face. Mirth was not welcome in this house. With a low growl, he sat back in bed and squeezed his eyes shut, focusing his mind's eye on a mental image of Tora and the cut on her neck. It was time to deepen the jutsu.
Tora was his, and only his. No one would stand in his way.
Rated R for: Graphic violence, adult language, adult situations, and sexual content.
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"So, Tora-chan, if I may call you that, why are you even in the Akatsuki? This isn't quite a place for women, and I do not say that in a sexist manner. You seem so calm and decent, why would you become a terrorist?" Aosuzu asked as Tora began to cook him a meal.
"I am not honestly sure, maybe I'm just a violent girl, but I can't really tell you more than that," Tora said with a shrug as she chopped some leeks and chives. "I suppose that I wanted to meet people as strong as me. I guess not being raised as a ninja, I wanted to see what you people were like."
"This wouldn't be a good place for you, then. Most of us are just lecherous men and godless heathens," Aosuzu replied.
"Is that true?" Tora asked, looking over her shoulder, her eyes hard and serious. "Are you all really that shallow, with no deep feelings at all?" Aosuzu seemed taken aback by Tora's sudden seriousness, but smiled and shrugged.
"Well, I would be giving myself too much credit if I said that I was a great, spiritual man, but I'm not as bad as Kisame, if you don't mind me saying." The edges of the blue-haired man's eyes crinkled up in a smile as Tora's expression softened.
"Alright, since we are playing twenty questions- why are you here? You seem like a good guy," Tora asked as she turned the heat on the stove up. "Damn, this thing heats too quickly."
"Honestly, I'm just looking for adventure. I'm just an old man who's bored with everyday excursions. Maybe I am the same as you," he said lightly.
"You aren't old, and what village are you from? I don't see a forehead protector." Tora glanced over at Aosuzu.
"I'm thirty years young, twice as old as you, Tora-chan!" Aosuzu joked. "I actually came from the Cloud Country. I wear my forehead protector around my waist, I don't look good with it on my head." Both Tora and Aosuzu laughed at the humor, and Tora smiled happily as went back to her cooking.
"What are you wanted for?" she asked lightly, and Aosuzu's smile disappeared rapidly. His merry smile twisted into a frown.
"What makes you think that I am wanted for anything?" he asked, being far more serious than before.
"I know when people are hiding things from me, Aosuzu. Now, you can't have done much worse than I, so let it go. I'll listen, and I promise not to think any less of you," Tora encouraged calmly, sounding very much like a mother chiding a child.
"Fine, you win, Tora-chan. I ran away from my village after committing a few assorted rapes. I had marred twenty-nine women by the time I had left." Silence hung heavy in the room, the tension between the two sages, hovering over them like a thick, warm blanket.
"How interesting and surprising," Tora commented offhandedly. "I'm surprised, you don't seem like the type." Tora turned and smiled warmly at the man. "You seem so fatherly and gentle." Aosuzu grinned mischievously, and stood up.
"Nah, I'm not old enough to be a father, you little punk!" the man growled playfully, grabbing Tora in a headlock and rubbing his knuckles across the top of Tora's head roughly.
"Stop that!" Tora squealed, squirming. "You nutty old man!"
Itachi listened to the joyful laughter from his room above the kitchen, disgust on his face. Mirth was not welcome in this house. With a low growl, he sat back in bed and squeezed his eyes shut, focusing his mind's eye on a mental image of Tora and the cut on her neck. It was time to deepen the jutsu.
Tora was his, and only his. No one would stand in his way.