Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
Rated R for: Graphic violence, adult language, adult situations, and sexual content.
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Tora, in the midst of her and Aosuzu's juvenile mirth, felt a strange burning in her cut. Her smile instantly faded as the ache spread outwards through her veins, making her body burn as if on fire or being drenched in acid. With a low groan, she collapsed to the floor.
"Tora-chan? What's wrong?" Aosuzu asked in concern, crouching down besides her, resting a hand on her quaking shoulder. Houou perched on her hair, squawking in alarm and pecking lightly at Tora's skin. "Tora!"
"Hhhhaaaa," Tora breathed heavily, releasing a deep breath of air from her lungs and drawing in another greedy, needing gulp of air. "Sshhooooooo- hhhhaaaaaa," she hissed, her eyes squeezed shut. With a choking rattle emitting from her throat, Tora rested her head down on the cold floor, her hair falling over her head. Only then did Aosuzu see it- the symbol on her neck was burning orange.
"Itachi," he hissed angrily, whipping up the stairs like a streak of lightning.
"What an unexpected surprise, Aosuzu," Itachi greeted calmly from his seat on the bed. "What brings you here?"
"Don't play shit with me, Itachi, what are you doing to Tora?" Aosuzu accused hatefully.
"Oh, just putting my plan to get rid of you in motion," Itachi replied. "You see, Aosuzu, you were always telling me that I should behave a little better, and consequently I hate you. Tora is my doll in every sense, and I don't want you to make her think otherwise," Itachi informed the seething man.
"Why are you hurting her?" he growled dangerously.
"I know that you care about her welfare, so I am going to torture her like this until you get out of my house." Itachi smirked.
"You asshole, leave her out of this," Aosuzu fumed. "I'm not going to take her from you, she wouldn't leave you of she could. She loves you, Itachi! Stop hurting her like this!"
"She is hardier than you think, old man," Itachi hissed through his teeth. "Love- what pitiful noise. I could not care less about her feelings. I only care about my own slight urges."
"Bastards like you never change, you're just going to screw her and leave her in the dust," the man lectured, utter resentment glittering in his sapphire eyes.
"Unlike some people I know- twenty nine to your name?" Itachi retorted. "Listen, Tora's going to pass out at this rate, maybe you and that damned crow should get out now." Aosuzu only stared at Itachi insanely for several seconds before disappearing in a puff of smoke. Itachi smiled to himself and stood up, his cloak swishing against the floor. He silently slipped down the stairs and into the kitchen, where Tora lay on the floor still.
"Are you alive?" he asked quietly, kicking her side and forcing her to roll over onto her back so he could get a good look at her. Wet green eyes avoided his Sharingans as her chest rose and fell with each heavy breath. Itachi noticed, a small heat rising in his stomach, how her skirt was slipping upwards, revealing her tanned legs, and how perfectly toned her body was. So meticulously trained, so carefully cared for, so perfectly formed.
"What have you done?" Tora groaned, not bothering to move from the floor. "What did you tell Aosuzu?"
"Your dear friend has left us, he abandoned you. He came up and told me how lucky I was to- and I quote- have such a 'lovely, supple young woman living with me'. He also remarked about how you may be his 'number thirty'. I don't know what he meant," Itachi lied smoothly, noting how distressed Tora became at such words.
"No, he wouldn't say that," she mumbled, sitting up. "He isn't like that."
"Some people never change, Tora, let's face it," Itachi crooned comfortingly, kneeling down and placing a condoling hand on her shoulder. "At least you still have me." Tora looked at Itachi with sad eyes.
"You are the only one I have left, Itachi-sama," she said with a wan smile. Itachi inwardly grumbled, this was getting him nowhere. He closed his eyes and started concentrating on his mental image of Tora, ready to call her blood to him.
"Itachi-sama, what are you do-" Tora started to ask when, suddenly, a strange feeling ran wild in her veins. She didn't know it then, but Itachi was using his jutsu.
Rated R for: Graphic violence, adult language, adult situations, and sexual content.
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Tora, in the midst of her and Aosuzu's juvenile mirth, felt a strange burning in her cut. Her smile instantly faded as the ache spread outwards through her veins, making her body burn as if on fire or being drenched in acid. With a low groan, she collapsed to the floor.
"Tora-chan? What's wrong?" Aosuzu asked in concern, crouching down besides her, resting a hand on her quaking shoulder. Houou perched on her hair, squawking in alarm and pecking lightly at Tora's skin. "Tora!"
"Hhhhaaaa," Tora breathed heavily, releasing a deep breath of air from her lungs and drawing in another greedy, needing gulp of air. "Sshhooooooo- hhhhaaaaaa," she hissed, her eyes squeezed shut. With a choking rattle emitting from her throat, Tora rested her head down on the cold floor, her hair falling over her head. Only then did Aosuzu see it- the symbol on her neck was burning orange.
"Itachi," he hissed angrily, whipping up the stairs like a streak of lightning.
"What an unexpected surprise, Aosuzu," Itachi greeted calmly from his seat on the bed. "What brings you here?"
"Don't play shit with me, Itachi, what are you doing to Tora?" Aosuzu accused hatefully.
"Oh, just putting my plan to get rid of you in motion," Itachi replied. "You see, Aosuzu, you were always telling me that I should behave a little better, and consequently I hate you. Tora is my doll in every sense, and I don't want you to make her think otherwise," Itachi informed the seething man.
"Why are you hurting her?" he growled dangerously.
"I know that you care about her welfare, so I am going to torture her like this until you get out of my house." Itachi smirked.
"You asshole, leave her out of this," Aosuzu fumed. "I'm not going to take her from you, she wouldn't leave you of she could. She loves you, Itachi! Stop hurting her like this!"
"She is hardier than you think, old man," Itachi hissed through his teeth. "Love- what pitiful noise. I could not care less about her feelings. I only care about my own slight urges."
"Bastards like you never change, you're just going to screw her and leave her in the dust," the man lectured, utter resentment glittering in his sapphire eyes.
"Unlike some people I know- twenty nine to your name?" Itachi retorted. "Listen, Tora's going to pass out at this rate, maybe you and that damned crow should get out now." Aosuzu only stared at Itachi insanely for several seconds before disappearing in a puff of smoke. Itachi smiled to himself and stood up, his cloak swishing against the floor. He silently slipped down the stairs and into the kitchen, where Tora lay on the floor still.
"Are you alive?" he asked quietly, kicking her side and forcing her to roll over onto her back so he could get a good look at her. Wet green eyes avoided his Sharingans as her chest rose and fell with each heavy breath. Itachi noticed, a small heat rising in his stomach, how her skirt was slipping upwards, revealing her tanned legs, and how perfectly toned her body was. So meticulously trained, so carefully cared for, so perfectly formed.
"What have you done?" Tora groaned, not bothering to move from the floor. "What did you tell Aosuzu?"
"Your dear friend has left us, he abandoned you. He came up and told me how lucky I was to- and I quote- have such a 'lovely, supple young woman living with me'. He also remarked about how you may be his 'number thirty'. I don't know what he meant," Itachi lied smoothly, noting how distressed Tora became at such words.
"No, he wouldn't say that," she mumbled, sitting up. "He isn't like that."
"Some people never change, Tora, let's face it," Itachi crooned comfortingly, kneeling down and placing a condoling hand on her shoulder. "At least you still have me." Tora looked at Itachi with sad eyes.
"You are the only one I have left, Itachi-sama," she said with a wan smile. Itachi inwardly grumbled, this was getting him nowhere. He closed his eyes and started concentrating on his mental image of Tora, ready to call her blood to him.
"Itachi-sama, what are you do-" Tora started to ask when, suddenly, a strange feeling ran wild in her veins. She didn't know it then, but Itachi was using his jutsu.