I've only been travelling with Sasuke for two days, and I already want to kick him in the balls.
One thing's for sure. We have created an intense "love-hate" relationship with one-another.
Sometimes. I feel this strong, uncontrollable urge to pin him to the ground and kiss him. Other times, I want to throw him out of the nearest seventh floor window.
Sounds like fun, right?
Our first destination is the Sand Village. A small, quant town hidden behind the mountains located in the Sopdu Desert. How do we know this is our next location? Because our current shards, the Light and Dark are leading the way with small rays of energy. The rays of energy will pulsate for a few seconds before disappearing for a day or two. It's rather annoying, but we manage to make due.
Despite my wanting to remain upbeat. I know that my home land, Konohagakure, is destroyed. My father, and mother, most likely dead. Sasuke carries a similar grief. He's dissociated himself from the last of his family. Meaning, he is a lone-wolf. The only Witch in all the lands who wants to save the world.
Or, at least. I hope he wants to save the world and keeps his promise. For now, it's all up in the air.
Finally we reach the Sand Village. It resembles an old wild-west town with authentic Japanese elements. Lanterns hang above swinging wooden doors and tumbleweeds make their way across the wide empty roads.
"Wait, Sasuke."
We decided to divide the shards. I with the light, he with the dark. That way if either of us die the other will still contain a glimmer of hope. Bringing the crystals together by pressing our palms atop one another, a dim ray of light penetrates the air and points towards the farthest building in the innermost sanctum of the village. Sasuke mentions,
"I wonder what shard it is leading us to…"
"I have no idea," I readily admit. "I should have studied at the Konoha Library-" A hint of sourness edges into my voice "-before you stole the light shard and let your older sibling kill my city."
"This again?" he groans. "Here I thought we were best buddies." He crudely slaps me on the ass yet his expression remains cold and calculated. He saunters into the city and I stumble to follow.
"What are all the shards anyway?"
"Idiot…" he groans. "I shouldn't waste my breath explaining it to you."
"We're teammates, righhhtt?"
"Jeez, make up your mind if you want to like me or not." I ignore that last part as he continues. "The shards are in this order. Light, Lust, Wrath, Earth, Water, Fire, and Night."
"Is it true those make up the fabric of the universe?"
"My father thought it did…Fugaku believed if you gathered all seven stones you could gain the ability to shape the world to your will. Anything would be in your grasp."
Something flashes within his red eyes. Bloodlust? They are pointed right at me. For some reason at the mention of his father, Sasuke brings on a sudden aura of savagery.
We enter the Sand Village and instantly meet a stranger with red hair accompanied by a woman with blonde buns and a man dressed in black.
Sasuke goes to eying up the red haired man.
"What are you looking at?"
He challenges.
"My name is Gaara, these are my siblings, Temari and Kankuro. We guard the Sand Village and confront all who enter."
My curiosity gets the better of me.
"Eh? Why is that."
"Because, blondie," Temari jests. "The Sand Village army went off to aid the Konohagakure army in the fight against the witches. After the downfall of the Leaf Village, none have returned."
Kankuro nods. "So it's up to us to be the sole defenders of the village. With that out of the way, what is your business in the Sand Village?"
Sasuke looks calm and collected. Suddenly, all eyes turn to me. The three Sand Village warriors see my cracking under the pressure.
I haven't come up with a good lie! We can't just tell them we are hunting down the shards. They'll steal them away from us. Or worse, kill us.
That's when Sasuke wraps his arm around my hip and pulls me tight. His devilish red eyes are gleaming under the hot desert sun.
"We're on a honeymoon."
"W- what!?" I exclaim. Sasuke's glare shuts me right up. No choice I suppose…
"I- I mean. Yes! We're on a honeymoon. Do you have somewhere we can...stay the night?"
The three warriors look shocked. Gaara is the first to collect himself.
"My apologies…" his gruff voice continues. "...we have no issue with a weary couple simply looking for accommodations. The Inn is that way."
Gaara points towards a nearby building with three floors and a red tiled roof. Sasuke thanks him before pulling me away from the crowd. Their eyes follow us as we make it to the building and enter.
"Damn, they didn't believe us. They'll probably be guarding this Inn to see what we do from here-on-out." Sasuke scoffs while biting his lower lip in thought.
"I thought they believed us?"
"Of course you did, because you are a stupid human."
"Grr, jerk! I'll kick your ass, hear me!?"
"Shut up!" Sasuke hits me on the arm. I realize with a start that everybody in the lobby is looking at us due to my wild outburst. I chuckle while rubbing the back of my head in a shameful manner.
"Let's check into a room and escape during the night. We'll investigate the village under the cover of dark."
Sasuke boldly walks up to the front desk. An attractive woman with a crop top and long red hair is attending the books. She grins looking Sasuke up and down.
"My, well aren't you a shameless young man? Walking around in a get up like that. Are you a prostitute?"
For the first time ever Sasuke's face alights with blush. It makes him look adorable...
"N- no. I'm not, I've just had a few battles with monsters on the way here…my clothes got ripped to shreds."
His excuse is feeble. He looks down at his tattered skirt and crop top. Sasuke's fingers find a bloodstain and he tries to rub it out with his forefinger and thumb. An iron-ish smell lingers in the air. His nose twitches.
Lucky for us, the Sand Village citizens can't smell a Witch when they are right in front of one!
"Well, either way. We've only got one room available. A lovers suite."
My skin turns red. Sasuke sucks in a deep breath, rolling his eyes.
"That's fine."
He turns to me and jerks his head. I quirk a brow. He sighs.
"She needs money, you're highness."
"Why don't you pay for it?" I hiss in his ear. He throws his arms in the air and quickly glances down at his clothes.
"No pockets, bitch. No money. Oh ya! And witches also deal in Magic not Capitalism."
"Whatever!"
I slam a huge handful of gold coins on the table and drag Sasuke up the steps towards our room.
As soon as the door- slams! I twist. My hands grapple Sasuke's wrists and I pin him against the inside of the door. His eyes become hungry with desire. But he remains silent. His face tightens to concentrate. Meanwhile, my entire body is trembling. My heart could outpace a jackhammer. Despite the blood on his body I can still smell peppermint.
I have the same distinct feelings as when I do when I'm dancing with that mysterious spirit in my dreams.
Longing.
Every fiber of my being is screaming to touch him. And I don't know why. Sweat trickles down my brow in response to the turmoil in my mind.
"I…" his lips kiss my ear. "...feel it too. It's enough to drive me insane." his warm tongue tickles the outskirts of my ear. He nibbles on my earlobe. I groan. My grip tightens around his wrists.
He continues to trail kisses down my neck and nestles into my nape. He sucks on the skin until it puckers and swells turning red with a fresh hickey.
My voice is stoic. "It's as if we've met before."
"Yes," he agrees. "It's annoying. No doubt. But when I'm with you, I feel like I know you inside and out. My soul is so familiar with yours…"
He pulls away resting his head on the door. His legs spread to allow me to get closer. We're chest to chest now. My arm drags up his shirt. I tear the last of the fabric to the ground. This lets his pronounced chest muscles come into full view. He swallows. I lick my lips.
"Maybe," he leans in closer...our lips are so close to connecting…"We knew one another in another life?"
That makes my grip around his wrists tighten so hard that he groans. Not in pain. But in pleasure.
"That's right, Uzumaki. Did you know us Witches believe in reincarnation? Maybe we we're fuck-buddies in another life. Or enemies. What do you think?"
"I think you need to stop talking, Sasuke."
I can tell he's enjoying the pain around his wrists. His legs are trembling and his bulge is pulsating underneath his skirt. I knock him to his knees so that he is kneeling before me. I lift his chin so that he is looking up at me.
"Do you want to hurt me, Uzumaki?" His hands find my belt buckle. His cold fingers wiggle under the leather and unbuckle the lock. "Do it. Beat me. I fucking love pain."
My erection is hard as steel. Just one slight touch from his forefinger and I'm out of breath.
"I know you hate Witches for everything we have done to this Earth. Take it out on me, I'll say I hate it if that turns you on?"
The temptation is unbearable. But I hesitate. He licks his lips and pulls down my pants. My erection is still trapped underneath an extra layer of underwear. He tilts his head, upset.
"Your cock is huge." Sasuke comments. His hand starts rubbing around the base of my dick working up to the shaft. I place my hands against the door to steady myself.
"Don't worry, Naruto. This isn't love. I just want to make you cum."
Looking down at him eyeing up my dick like snack is most-definitely the hottest thing I've ever witnessed. Don't get me wrong, I've had my fair share of sexual encounters with friends around the palace. But nothing comes close to a cold-blooded Witch on his knees begging for me to sexually-destroy him.
I wrap my hand around his hair and pull as hard as I can. He gasps as I pull his head away from me. His eyes are shut in pain, but behind that I can see blush and sweat.
I demand, "Lift your skirt."
Still with my hand in his hair his trembling hands find his skirt and he pulls the fabric up to his chest. Underneath the thin black fabric is a set of silk panties. His dick is unapologetically pushing against the cloth. If it were possible, his erection would rip the fabric in half.
I'm feeling a sickening mix of satisfaction and rage. Sasuke is right. I do hate him. Mostly, for making me feel this way with little-to-no effort.
"D...dammit!"
All at once I stumble away from him.
"T...this isn't me. My soul is telling me to fuck you, not me. I...I don't know why. I won't give in."
Sasuke scoffs. All at once his pleasure-induced pain is reduced to an annoyed throb.
"Talk about a Virgin Mary. You know you'll still need to do something about that rock hard erection of yours? No need to blue ball yourself."
I nod. He stands. A slight aura of playfulness still lingers. He lifts his skirt showing off his cock once more.
"You know it's the same for me, right? It's not my fault I'm this horny...oh well. I guess I'll just have to keep pissing you off until you finally hate-fuck me."
"We'll see about that, filthy With."
"Please, stop it. You'll make me cum."
He crosses the room and pulls me to my feet.
"Because you said "no" to me...I want to masterbate in the bedroom. You get the cold bathroom."
"B- but…"
I stammer. But the red-hot fury in his eyes shows he won't take "no" for an answer.
I saunter into the washroom and close the door behind me.
The last thing I see is Sasuke laying on his back on the bed...his boots- thwump! Onto the floor. Next come his accessories they jingle and jangle...finally his skirt….it falls into a heap. He makes eye contact with me as the door is shutting and smiles.
He grabs his panties….
"D- damn you! Sasuke!"
I finally let the door swing shut. After falling onto the floor on my ass I grasp my junk rubbing tenderly.
I imagine Sasuke the entire time...