Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
Rated R for: Graphic violence, adult language, adult situations, and sexual content.
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Tora growled and rolled the scroll back up, flopping back down onto her bed restlessly. What would she do? Joining forces with Orochimaru in a civilized society would be lovely, but she could never leave Itachi. Her heart felt like it would rip in two.
"Well?" Itachi asked from the door, causing Tora's hairs to stand on end in shock and anger. How dare he even speak to her at this time, after everything he did to her!
"Well what, Itachi-sama?" she replied, her tone bitter and sour. Itachi zipped forwards in effort to strike her neck or grab her by the hair, but Tora's hands soared through their katas and Itachi reeled back. She had slammed a fireball into his face, and he had barely managed to avoid it.
"What the fuck is your problem?" he spat out at her from his position on the ceiling, and she folded her arms under the confines of her cloak.
"Why won't you leave me alone?" she said simply, closing her eyes and smirking slightly as she looked down at the floor. "You got what you wanted, why are you still hanging around me?"
"Don't give me that know-it-all attitude, I hate it when people smirk down at me like that." Itachi leapt down from the ceiling with the silence of a kitten's footsteps, standing a foot from Tora, looking down at her.
"What is it with you? I gave you what you wanted, why don't you just walk away now?" Tora rephrased, probing again. She didn't even bat an eyelid as Itachi's grabbed her chin with one hand and roughly forced her face to look to his. Crimson Sharingans stared down at Tora with keen, sharp anger, and her dulled green eyes only stared blankly in return.
"You are a puppet. Puppets are good until they break beyond repair- and what I have done is nothing in comparison to what could happen, Tora- chan. I own you," Itachi said, concentrating on his mental image of Tora, "and right now I want you to be your old, obnoxiously polite self."
Tora tried to fight the unsettling feeling of freeness and contentment rising within her. She knew it now, these feelings she had felt recently were not her own- they were Itachi's instructions. Gasping at the realization of the truth, she gritted her teeth in exertion from holding her emotions back.
"You did it- you were the one who made my blood boil last night. Aosuzu didn't say those things about me, you made them up. You made me feel so empty, you were the one who got me into bed. You were the one behind it all." Tora's eyes pleaded Itachi to tell her she was wrong.
Itachi said nothing, only stared straight into her sad green eyes icily. She had figured it out, and he didn't want to know what would happen if she decided to work away from him. She had an annoyingly strong willpower, and if she went ballistic in the house. neither of them would survive.
Itachi activated his Sharingans, and Tora only had time to gasp as he flung her subconscious into a private hell.
Tora's form began to collapse weakly to the floor, her pupils rolling back into her head and a rattling moan escaping her lips. Itachi didn't let her fall- he caught her and flung her onto her bed roughly. He looked down at her sprawling figure with something like satisfaction- what he had put her through subconsciously would have surely killed anyone else. So many knives, swords, and needles puncturing her skin at once would have broken anyone weaker to the point of death. Hell, he had practically raped her spirit of everything left, yet she still had the will to survive. Itachi turned to leave the room.
She was far stronger and more useful than hypothesized.
Rated R for: Graphic violence, adult language, adult situations, and sexual content.
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Tora growled and rolled the scroll back up, flopping back down onto her bed restlessly. What would she do? Joining forces with Orochimaru in a civilized society would be lovely, but she could never leave Itachi. Her heart felt like it would rip in two.
"Well?" Itachi asked from the door, causing Tora's hairs to stand on end in shock and anger. How dare he even speak to her at this time, after everything he did to her!
"Well what, Itachi-sama?" she replied, her tone bitter and sour. Itachi zipped forwards in effort to strike her neck or grab her by the hair, but Tora's hands soared through their katas and Itachi reeled back. She had slammed a fireball into his face, and he had barely managed to avoid it.
"What the fuck is your problem?" he spat out at her from his position on the ceiling, and she folded her arms under the confines of her cloak.
"Why won't you leave me alone?" she said simply, closing her eyes and smirking slightly as she looked down at the floor. "You got what you wanted, why are you still hanging around me?"
"Don't give me that know-it-all attitude, I hate it when people smirk down at me like that." Itachi leapt down from the ceiling with the silence of a kitten's footsteps, standing a foot from Tora, looking down at her.
"What is it with you? I gave you what you wanted, why don't you just walk away now?" Tora rephrased, probing again. She didn't even bat an eyelid as Itachi's grabbed her chin with one hand and roughly forced her face to look to his. Crimson Sharingans stared down at Tora with keen, sharp anger, and her dulled green eyes only stared blankly in return.
"You are a puppet. Puppets are good until they break beyond repair- and what I have done is nothing in comparison to what could happen, Tora- chan. I own you," Itachi said, concentrating on his mental image of Tora, "and right now I want you to be your old, obnoxiously polite self."
Tora tried to fight the unsettling feeling of freeness and contentment rising within her. She knew it now, these feelings she had felt recently were not her own- they were Itachi's instructions. Gasping at the realization of the truth, she gritted her teeth in exertion from holding her emotions back.
"You did it- you were the one who made my blood boil last night. Aosuzu didn't say those things about me, you made them up. You made me feel so empty, you were the one who got me into bed. You were the one behind it all." Tora's eyes pleaded Itachi to tell her she was wrong.
Itachi said nothing, only stared straight into her sad green eyes icily. She had figured it out, and he didn't want to know what would happen if she decided to work away from him. She had an annoyingly strong willpower, and if she went ballistic in the house. neither of them would survive.
Itachi activated his Sharingans, and Tora only had time to gasp as he flung her subconscious into a private hell.
Tora's form began to collapse weakly to the floor, her pupils rolling back into her head and a rattling moan escaping her lips. Itachi didn't let her fall- he caught her and flung her onto her bed roughly. He looked down at her sprawling figure with something like satisfaction- what he had put her through subconsciously would have surely killed anyone else. So many knives, swords, and needles puncturing her skin at once would have broken anyone weaker to the point of death. Hell, he had practically raped her spirit of everything left, yet she still had the will to survive. Itachi turned to leave the room.
She was far stronger and more useful than hypothesized.