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Chapter 12: The Doctor and The Sister
Sakura's Notes
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Since humans lack enzymes to digest fiber, it is understandable to raise questions about the necessity of consuming vegetables. However, research has proven that without eating vegetables, there are more harms than goods.
(At the Akatsuki's Headquarter)
"How do you think I evade capture for so long?"
"Do you think I'm a villain, Detective Konan?"
"No one cares about our targets, Detective. Their deaths are gifts to the living."
Konan turns off the recording tapes, letting out another frustrated sigh. She has listened to the recording for an hour and hasn't picked up any clues from his nonsensical rambling.
After leaving Sai's cell, she has gone straight to the training room and took out her anger on dummies and punching bags. In the end, she has decimated half of the stock, her anger cooled down and replaced with a calm rage. He has hinted that there is a serial killer in their first meeting, so there must be some other clues in his speech that she has overlooked.
"As much as I admire your dedication, can't you work somewhere else?"
Sasori was checking up on their security system when Konan barged into the room and played the recording tape. At first, she used a headphone, then took it off fifteen minutes later, and turned the volume on max.
He has every right to be annoyed at the detective.
Realizing that Sasori is also in the room, Konan quickly plugs the headphone back in. "My apology. I was caught up in the tape."
"Sai must have been a handful for you. Though he is right in his opinions." Sasori remarks sarcastically, eyes focusing on the screen.
Konan wants to argue but then remembers that both Sai and Sasori are criminals, so there is no way she can understand their logic. "There would have been a better way to settle things."
Sasori huffs, clearly disagreeing with her optimistic spirit. "His way of thinking is more common than you think."
"Killing people is common?"
"Not that. I'm talking about how the living can benefit from the dead. I inherited my family's fortune when they died and used it to fund my puppetry hobby."
That relevance makes her pause. It is strange that he casually tells her such personal information and she doesn't know that he has a hobby. The hacker is always on his laptop. Then again, she doesn't see any of them after work, so, normally, she isn't aware of what they do to entertain themselves.
"I'm sorry to hear that." Konan replies diplomatically.
"Hah. My parents passed away when I was a child, and my grandmother died some years later, so it's not like I have much emotional connection to them."
Sasori sounds nonchalant, but Konan knows that his words belie his true feelings.
Records of all Akatsuki's main members are only accessible to Madara and non-criminal employees from the organization and the Police Force. Their profiles consist of generic intel, skill sets, and past activities. There are rarely any details about their lives before they became criminals, as no one cares about that. When people look at these men, they only see criminals, not human beings.
In Sasori's record, there are photos of his house where they captured him. Konan recalls that one of the photos shows a female and a male wooden doll in human clothing. They look exactly like the people in a family photo that Sasori hid in the wall.
If he doesn't care, then why did he make the dolls, and keep the photo?
"May I ask where they are buried?" Konan asks. Perhaps she can visit and pay respect to her colleague's family.
"They aren't. I had them cremated." Sasori shrugs.
At her surprise expression, he decides to indulge her curiosity, "The inheritance is not fully accessible until I reach consent age which by Sand's law is sixteen years old. I was allowed a monthly allowance and the child protection program would take care of other services. Like Konoha, funerals in Sand is a big deal. Back then, I couldn't afford it, so I opted for cremation instead. I got a lot of judgments for doing that though."
"Do you visit their urns?"
"I see no point."
As an orphan, she has no idea that funerals are so important. She has thought that people can freely arrange the service based on their preferences and economic backgrounds.
Hold on. Then that means -
Konan abruptly stands up from her seat and runs out of the room, leaving Sasori to look dumbly after her form. He shrugs, then goes back to work, pleased that there is no more distraction.
A few seconds later, the door is yanked open, and Konan pokes her head in. "Thanks, Sasori. I will treat to dinner later." Then she is gone again. The sound of her footstep gets smaller, indicating that she is gone for good this time.
"What happened to her?" Sasori muses in his head, checking the window to see if the sky is falling.
(At Obito's apartment)
From his profile, Uchiha Obito is a talkative, goofy, and dedicated man. He gets along well with his relatives. He has a love and hate relationship with his best friend and partner, Hataka Kakashi. He used to have a crush on his childhood friend and former partner, Rin, who is working in the Forensic Department.
When it comes to working, he is serious, passionate, and unyielding to the point of obsession. A man like him would go to the end of the Earth to uphold justice. While people admire his pure heart and strong spirit, she has always been wary of his type.
The purest soul is the most susceptible to corruption after all.
She had held off on sending him the invitation to the service, but to her surprise, he was the one who sought her out first. He said when he saw her photo on the website, he was attracted to her hair and could not stop thinking about running his hands through them. She was amused and touched at his innocent confession.
She knew then that he is the right choice for her plan.
He enters her slowly, and once he is fully sheathed, he does not move immediately. He clenches his eyes shut and tightens his grip on her hips to stop himself from thrusting into her like an unrestrained beast. Her inside is hot, and tight, but not wet enough to receive his desire.
When a few seconds have passed, he opens his eyes and sees her staring back at him, a dreamy look in her half-lidded eyes, rosy hues decorating her cheeks. He unconsciously strengthens his hold on her hips, looking at her pleadingly, "Are you alright? Can I… can I move?"
A nod from her and he loses all self-restraint.
His thought disappears altogether. He cannot concentrate on anything but the pleasure that is coursing in his veins. He lets loose the frustration accumulated in his body. His pace is maddening and unapologetic. The bed creaks loudly due to the force of his thrust.
Sakura is caught between pleasure and pain. Obito is so rough, it's hurt. He spreads her legs as far apart as possible and shoves his entire length into her. He hits so deep inside that she sees stars. The tip of his manhood must be hitting her cervix. When she tries to pull back from his thrust, he snarls and pins her legs down. Unable to move her lower part, Sakura can't do anything but holds onto the bedpost and lets him take his pleasure.
She reaches her peaks a few times over the hour; her throat is hoarse from moaning and screaming; her womanhood is overflowed with their juices; her body is oversensitized. But he shows no sign of stopping even though he has finished inside her many times.
After becoming intimate with Obito, she realizes that the man is a little twisted. Normally, he is a considerate lover, but there are times that he is selfish and extreme to the point of being evil. She has witnessed this side of him when Rin was captured by an enemy. The Doctor has explained that since his love is too intense, his negative emotions will be on the same spectrum when triggered.
Luckily for him, he is surrounded by trusted comrades and relatives who will always have his back. Their personalities balance each other well. Otherwise, she bets that he would have been a tough enemy to deal with. Former polices go rogue is not a rare case in this profession.
She is sent over the edge again by a deep thrust. Her sensitive body is unable to handle the intensity, causing her to lose unconsciousness. She vaguely feels a hot liquid spill inside her womb, and a hard body collapses on top of her soft one.
When she regains consciousness, Obito is cleaning her nude body with a warm towel. She tries to sit up, but her muscles protest the movement, making her fall back onto the mattress. He immediately drops the towel to cradle her form. His action is tender and careful, a sharp contrast to their earlier lovemaking.
"I… I'm sorry. I lost it. Did I hurt you?" He lowers his head in shame, discreetly checking for any sign of discomfort from her.
Sakura clings to him, finding pleasure at his attempt to placate her. She understands why he has taken out his frustration on her; she is the mastermind after all, "It's fine. I enjoyed it as much as you did."
His expression says that he doesn't believe her words. As he opens his mouth to chide her, she silences him with a kiss. Her tongue pushes through his lips and engages his in a battle for dominance. They only break apart due to the need for air. She rests her forehead on his, looking at him through her half-lidded eyes.
As she stares into his dark orbs, she can feel desire pooling between her legs again. The air in the room is charged with sexual tension.
Then an amused voice completely ruins the mood.
"Did you hurt our beloved pet, Obito?"
Message delivered to The Sister:
"They are not going to make it. Meet me at my lab at 9 PM."
Reply to The Doctor:
"Prepare vodka."
(At an unknown location)
The lab is clean and dry, but the lack of windows makes the room seems cold and bleak. The only occupant of the lab, wearing a surgeon attire, is pacing back and forth, anger and impatience radiating off her.
Suddenly, the door opens, and she snaps her head to see a woman enters the room, carrying another unconscious woman on her shoulder.
"You are late. I said 9 PM." The Doctor hisses at her partner.
"Giving me a last-minute assignment and expecting me to get pass Danzou's security clearance and capture this bitch is a tall demand." The Sister drops the body on the operation table, dusts her clothes, and makes a beeline to the vodka bottle on the nearby table.
"Did you get followed by the Infinity Network?" The Doctor puts on the gloves and immediately gets to work. They need to get this bitch back before Danzou's rats notice that she is missing.
"Who do you think you are talking to?" The Sister rolls her eyes and downs the vodka like drinking water. She drops onto a sofa and observes the operation in interest.
There is no more conversation beyond this point. They both understand that this procedure is delicate and crucial, so any mistake is unforgivable.
Not to mention Doll will have their heads if they screw up.
(Flashback)
"The people I have mentioned will be placed in an elite group and moved to another location for training. You guys have 2 hours to prepare. Meet us back in this room. The rest of you will await further instructions later from your assigned handlers."
The man callously walked off once he finished his speech, not caring that he just tore up siblings and friends apart with his words.
In the corner of the room, a pair of boys are huddling together, obviously scared and upset with the inevitable separation.
"I want to stay with you, brother. I don't want to go." The little boy embraced his older brother tighter, tears dripping down his cheeks.
The older brother patted the little boy's head lovingly and wiped the tears from his eyes. He smiled at the boy in reassurance despite the rage and pain in his heart, "You have to go, or I will be killed."
"Then I will commit suicide. I won't let them separate us." The boy exclaimed, not a trace of fear toward death in his voice.
The brother's smile became solemn at his words, "I want you to live. I will be unhappy if you refuse to go with them."
"Become stronger, little brother. I too will train hard to survive."
"Things will get difficult, but we will make it as long as we have each other."
"We will meet again one day."
"Be happy, brother. I love you."
One that day promises were made between the brothers. Despite the long distance and the cruel training, the elite boy endured everything for the sake of seeing his older brother again.
Many years later, he found out that his brother had lied to him.
And on one fateful day, he met someone who changed his life.
Notes: It's so difficult to write smut. On the bright side, we are halfway through arc one.
Anonymous characters so far: the child, the assassin, the doctor, the boy, the sister, the elite, and the brother.
Reviews are much appreciated.