Itachi x Kagome

Her movement was fluid, as her feet glided her across the floor. Her kimono loosened a little, slipping down her shoulder a bit, as she swung her intricate fan out to her side. It mattered not, though, as he was most likely the only one to notice with how slight the movement had been.

Pivoting, she snapped her eyes open. The piercing blue quickly found him within the crowd, having sensed his arrival quite some time ago, but the simple fact did not halt her performance. He was, after all, nothing more than a nuisance since the pervious time he had attempted to seduce her.

It was ridiculous, really. The foreign shinobi had not even batted an eyelash when she shoved him away, screeching about all the indecent and immoral actions he had performed. As if he expected she would willingly fall into the lap of a shinobi that was nearly half her age. As if he believed she would ignore his arrogance and disrespect at every turn.

He disgusted her.

Especially once she considered her religion, and the fact that her father had already chosen her future husband with ease. She had not wish to fight against either, since there was little doubt Amaterasu and her father would disapprove of her giving into such futile attempts.

Glancing in his direction one more time, wondering when he would finally give up his little chase, she released a gasp when she met his scarlet eyes. She felt as if her feet gave way underneath her in that instant, as she began her descent through the blood filled sky. The atmosphere seemed nonexistent; the wind that should have swept her kimono upward more so.

This place, it was not real. It could not be real. It had to be Genjutsu. It had to be!

The strangely white ground nearing, she screamed. While, yes, she realized it had to be some shinobi trick, the fact that she could not break her mind from it confused and frightened her. Especially since there was a large possibility that hitting the ground with her mind trapped could result in trauma to her psyche.

"There's no reason to scream, Higurashi-san."

She had not realized she had closed her eyes, but hearing his voice, she snapped them open. He stood before her without shame, his spinning eyes enchanting and his body bare. "You bastard!" she yelled. "What have you done to me?"

At least, she supposed, she was not falling anymore.

Though, the fact that she had her arms stretched to both sides and pinned to some type of cross did not seem more appealing. Not when he was as naked as the day he was born, giving her that stare from before. That fierce look that reminded her of a wolf starved and on the hunt for any type of meal it could bring down.

He did not respond to her question, merely taking the chance to caress her through her kimono. His hand skimmed down her waist, before he smirked a little into her glaring eyes and allowed his fingers to slip into the crevice between her thighs.

"Don't touch me there, you dick!" she hissed. She knew she could not stop him, as he found the part in her kimono and touched her flesh. In that moment, she released a darker hiss, wishing that she were able to find something to grasp onto so she could lift herself up and kick him in the face.

"Language," he chuckled.

"Fuck," she growled, "you, Itachi."

"Odd," Itachi chuckled. "I believe you have known all along that that is my intention."

It would be a lie to say that his actions had not had some type of reaction on her body, but she had not expected for him to move forward so quickly. She gasped at his movement, attempting to jerk away from him. It quickly became apparent that the attempt was useless, however, as he merely pressed closer.

"I told you, I would have you." His gave darkened, watching her squirm, as he stated, "I always get what I want."

"No!" she screamed, feeling her mind rip itself away from the strange world that he had created. She sank back into her body within moments, feeling dizzy, and before she could utter a word, she collapsed.

People rushed forth, panicked and unsure as to why she had became ill so quickly.

A small smirk caressing his face, Uchiha Itachi turned and disappeared. He would break her, he knew, until she was whimpering and begging him to press into her hot, quivering tunnel and plant his seed. She could deny it, threaten him, curse him, but, in the end, he would find the pleasure of her pretty ass up in the air as she dripped.

For now, however, that would have to wait until another time.

Edited June 07, 2012. For the more explicit version, please visit another one of the sites I post on.