Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
Rated R for: Graphic violence, adult language, adult situations, and sexual content.
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'What is this feeling?' Tora thought in a dazed confusion as she felt the strange feeling in the pit of her stomach and heat in her veins. The heat was nothing like the painful fire before, now it was like an overwhelming comfort. 'I have only felt similar to this when I was kissing Itachi-sama. has my love returned?' Tora looked at Itachi, whose eyes were closed in something like concentration. Suddenly, his Sharingans snapped back open and looked at Tora coldly.
"I will be in my room if you need me," he said, leaving Tora kneeling on the floor. She watched him leave, a new feeling arising within her. Passion.
Itachi smirked as he closed his door behind him; it would not be long now. He had directly instructed his energy that lay in Tora to do its dirty work. Recently, bedding Tora and making her his was all that mattered to him. Aosuzu was just an obstacle, Tora belonged to him and she needed to learn that. Maybe breaking her innocence would prove his point.
Tora climbed silently up the stairs after several minutes had passed, trying to reason with herself. What about her promise of virginity? What if she couldn't deny Itachi anymore? 'That promise is out the window.' Tora concluded. 'Ren is dead I have nothing left. The one person I thought didn't see me as a plaything thinks that I am his slut. My family is dead, my teacher couldn't take my foolish ways- that is why he left. It is all so clear now. I have nothing left, so why deny the only person who wants me? If I don't please him. I'll be alone again.' Tora mentally cried. Resolutely, she stood up.
Everything was out the window now. No family was left to enforce rules and morals, no friends left to comfort her and protect her from Itachi. Ninjas were tough, they are supposed to take care of themselves. Jiraiya must have found her pleasant, naïve attitude refreshing for a time, but it had gotten annoying and that is why he left. There was no other reason.
Tora closed her eyes and breathed deeply. 'I love Itachi, so this cannot be wrong. When people love each other, they do things like this'. It would be all right. Itachi was the only one who wanted her now, so it didn't matter anyway.
Silently, she climbed the stairs, each step deliberate and sure. She smiled slightly, maybe Itachi was just playing with her. Maybe this symbol for 'puppet' on her neck was more than a tattoo he found attractive, maybe it was something deeper. But it still didn't matter.
She crept to Itachi's oaken bedroom door, reaching up to knock, when suddenly, a voice called to her from inside.
"You may enter, Tora," Itachi said, obviously amused about something. Tora opened the door slightly and slipped in as stealthily as a cat, softly closing the door behind her.
"Itachi-sama," she greeted politely.
"You need something Tora?" Itachi asked, motioning her to sit down. Tora rested herself down softly on the bed next to Itachi. Tora only nodded.
"Itachi-sama, I feel so abandoned and strange. I don't know how to explain how I feel," she said, tears threatening to pour from her eyes. "I know that you hate overt displays of emotion, but I just feel so lost," Tora whispered weakly. Itachi smiled, resting a hand on Tora's thigh, one finger playing lightly with the top of her leg warmer.
"You feel. lost?" he probed further, causing Tora to look at him in shock.
"You have not told me off yet, Itachi-sama," she said in surprise. "I'm flattered."
"Tora-chan, if you are lost," Itachi said, leaning down towards Tora's face and holding his lips a hairsbreadth from hers, "let me guide you." Itachi pressed his lips against Tora's, initiating the kiss.
Rated R for: Graphic violence, adult language, adult situations, and sexual content.
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'What is this feeling?' Tora thought in a dazed confusion as she felt the strange feeling in the pit of her stomach and heat in her veins. The heat was nothing like the painful fire before, now it was like an overwhelming comfort. 'I have only felt similar to this when I was kissing Itachi-sama. has my love returned?' Tora looked at Itachi, whose eyes were closed in something like concentration. Suddenly, his Sharingans snapped back open and looked at Tora coldly.
"I will be in my room if you need me," he said, leaving Tora kneeling on the floor. She watched him leave, a new feeling arising within her. Passion.
Itachi smirked as he closed his door behind him; it would not be long now. He had directly instructed his energy that lay in Tora to do its dirty work. Recently, bedding Tora and making her his was all that mattered to him. Aosuzu was just an obstacle, Tora belonged to him and she needed to learn that. Maybe breaking her innocence would prove his point.
Tora climbed silently up the stairs after several minutes had passed, trying to reason with herself. What about her promise of virginity? What if she couldn't deny Itachi anymore? 'That promise is out the window.' Tora concluded. 'Ren is dead I have nothing left. The one person I thought didn't see me as a plaything thinks that I am his slut. My family is dead, my teacher couldn't take my foolish ways- that is why he left. It is all so clear now. I have nothing left, so why deny the only person who wants me? If I don't please him. I'll be alone again.' Tora mentally cried. Resolutely, she stood up.
Everything was out the window now. No family was left to enforce rules and morals, no friends left to comfort her and protect her from Itachi. Ninjas were tough, they are supposed to take care of themselves. Jiraiya must have found her pleasant, naïve attitude refreshing for a time, but it had gotten annoying and that is why he left. There was no other reason.
Tora closed her eyes and breathed deeply. 'I love Itachi, so this cannot be wrong. When people love each other, they do things like this'. It would be all right. Itachi was the only one who wanted her now, so it didn't matter anyway.
Silently, she climbed the stairs, each step deliberate and sure. She smiled slightly, maybe Itachi was just playing with her. Maybe this symbol for 'puppet' on her neck was more than a tattoo he found attractive, maybe it was something deeper. But it still didn't matter.
She crept to Itachi's oaken bedroom door, reaching up to knock, when suddenly, a voice called to her from inside.
"You may enter, Tora," Itachi said, obviously amused about something. Tora opened the door slightly and slipped in as stealthily as a cat, softly closing the door behind her.
"Itachi-sama," she greeted politely.
"You need something Tora?" Itachi asked, motioning her to sit down. Tora rested herself down softly on the bed next to Itachi. Tora only nodded.
"Itachi-sama, I feel so abandoned and strange. I don't know how to explain how I feel," she said, tears threatening to pour from her eyes. "I know that you hate overt displays of emotion, but I just feel so lost," Tora whispered weakly. Itachi smiled, resting a hand on Tora's thigh, one finger playing lightly with the top of her leg warmer.
"You feel. lost?" he probed further, causing Tora to look at him in shock.
"You have not told me off yet, Itachi-sama," she said in surprise. "I'm flattered."
"Tora-chan, if you are lost," Itachi said, leaning down towards Tora's face and holding his lips a hairsbreadth from hers, "let me guide you." Itachi pressed his lips against Tora's, initiating the kiss.