Hello everyone. I hope you had a good start to the year, which gets even better along the way. I hope you are all well and that you are coping with all the difficulties of this period.

I came back with a new story. I had it in mind for some time, but I wasn't convinced (and still am not) that I should publish it, but why not ?!

The story does not take into account the original Naruto universe and you will discover a vicious Itachi, depressed with regrets who consider that life no longer makes sense. The story is rated M, for the sexual theme.

Of course, I don't own the Naruto series, which is very obvious.

I hope you like it and thank you for your time.

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Chapter 1

"It was not the feeling of completeness I so needed, but the feeling of not being empty."

Her heated, willow-like body waved dizzyingly to the slow rhythm of the music, in an endless game of seduction. She lowered herself slightly, trembling, with insecure and clumsy movements, spreading her long, beautiful legs for me, letting me take a look at her juicy femininity. Her whole young body, burning in the flames of desire, awoke in me natural feelings of a hopeless man, longing for the soft touch of a child who revealed herself, shy, vulnerable, in all her splendor.

She ran her hands all over her velvety skin, shyly touching herself, letting a deep groan slip through her red lips. Her natural way of moving, sensually swinging her plump thighs like a feline approaching her prey threatening, her playful glances, cast under her long, thick lashes, or the way her lips arched into a seductive smile drove me crazy. She was the temptation that caught me in her nets of a beautiful woman's body, a body that seemed to open for me like a cherry blossom bud in May.

Her dance was hypnotic. Strong, shrouded in steam of mystery and smoke, raised on its pedestal, like an ancient creature from mythological legends, it seemed untouchable. She was the mermaid who, at sunset, led you slowly and surely to the imminence of disaster. The girl was incomparable, like a force of nature ready to burst with a wave of passion and you, a simple man, you looked at her, submissive, defeated, while your mind was full of her, thinking how you could make her yours.

She was the goddess of lust.

"She's beautiful, isn't she?" the man next to me asked me, as he disgustingly rubbed his hardened penis through his cheap cloth pants and breathlessly drank the sake he still had in his glass.

"Hm!"

The truth is, she was really breathtaking. So beautiful I couldn't take my hungry gaze off her body. She didn't followed a commercial pattern of beauty, pseudo-perfect, not the kind of doll that men turned their heads desperately on in the street. She has a uniqueness that made your spine shiver. It was a paradoxical presence, discreet and at the same time impossible not to notice. The light that enlivened the room, and although she was not alone on stage, all the women around her faded in front of her greatness.

What enchanted you the most were those beautiful deer eyes that looked at you with the shyness of a teenager who seemed insecure about herself. The pure expression of hope and life, with an intelligent and sharp look, she sometimes stared at you, making you lose yourself in front of her. Sometimes, if you were lucky enough, she would really look at you and it was as if you were lost in the green liquid of her eyes that seemed to hold the secrets of the universe.

Tipsy with the cigarette smoke rising in the small crowded room and the alcohol in my blood, I was already unable to control my thoughts. In my mind were born the most perverse ways in which the young lady at the pole, covered in a thin layer of sweat and looking at me eagerly, taking my erect penis in her mouth. Or how, wrapped around me, her small body shaking on the peaks of pleasure, screaming my name into the stormy orgasm I had given her. Then, with her soft voice and wet and appetizing lips, she begged me between kisses to do it one more time, louder and deeper.

I was so horny.

"Captain Uchiha, you are expected at the office ..."I hear Gemna's voice waking me to reality.

Awakened from my unrealistic fantasies in which the beauty stripped before me brings me pleasure, I drank the last drop of sake from the glass to my right as I rose from my chair, uncertainly on my feet. The world around me seemed to be spinning, and I could feel myself moving back and forth. I took the money out of my wallet and then threw it, maliciously, at her feet so I could head for the exit. I was struggling against the dirty walls of the infected hut I was in, trying my best to overcome the nausea that had turned my stomach upside down and not to vomit. As if through the fog, I saw Gemna approaching me and offering his support but, stubborn and far too proud, I refused.

"Sir, your father is at ..."

"Shut up Gemna ... it's none of your business!"

Arriving in the backyard of the club, I make my way through the bags full of garbage, thrown chaotically, stumble over a few bottles of beer and take revenge on a couple of cans that stand in my way, until I manage to reach, through the torrential rain, one of the main arteries. It was three in the morning, about the only moment when Konoha's bustle stopped and silence fell over the numb village.

There was no one on the road - just me and myself. Me and the thoughts that defeated me.

"Captain, the car is on the other side ..."

"Don't worry ... I'll walk!"

I walked away from him, with the same ease and nonchalance with which I detached myself from all the things I once believed or from people of until recently, I was attached. Now I was completely alone - alone on the road, alone in life, an oppressive, painful loneliness, which dug into me like a living wound and which enveloped me in absolute darkness. I was my own prisoner of war; every night, before I went to bed, I realized that I had lost another fight, that I moved a little further away from who I used to be and in the morning everything started again, and I became sadder, more tired and hopeless with each passing day.

I was tired. Tired of carrying the burden on my shoulders, tired of having the same sad life, caught in a routine that did not satisfy me. I was tired of my life, of my mixed feelings, of the pain I had every morning in my chest.

The great Uchiha Itachi, the wonder captain of the Konoha Police Organized Crime Division, unmatched in the ninja world, nothing more than a loser defeated by his own fate, disgusted even by himself. A bastard who, night after night, drowns his bitterness in expensive drinks and cheap women, desperate to fill his nothingness remained in the place of a soul.

That was me, nobody.

Life for me had become suffocating, as had all the daily activities I did ; it was nothing more than a vicious circle in which I turned blindly, without a chance to discover the light.

Everything was black and meaningless and I was walking insecurely, like a blind man, through this miserable life. My dreams, my most hidden desires and all hopes had crumbled in a second, on that fateful night and the most painful thing is that I was completely helpless. I watched with my hands tied as life slipped through my fingers, becoming the main witness in my process of dehumanization.

But right now, when on the street all that could be heard was the echo of my footsteps, lonelier then ever, in a distant corner of my mind a strange face rises, with vivid eyes, full of life. They had something, those green eyes, something I couldn't understand yet, but I suddenly felt a warm shiver run through my body, like a caress. There was a feeling in me that I hadn't had in a long time. I needed her, I wanted her with all the power of a defeated man. I wanted to see her again, I wanted to feel the warmth of a woman's body, to be overwhelmed by it and to forget at least a little about everything I mean. I just wanted the pain to go away, at least for a moment.

"Yes ... I'll see her tomorrow!"

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This is the first chapter. It's a little shorter than what I set out to do but I'm pretty proud of what came out and I hope you like it.