Coming back to present situation, Renai lifted her head to see a hand stretched at her direction. The one who it belongs to has got to be one of the most handsome man she had ever seen in her life.
"Sorry, Miss. I didn't hear you coming. Stupid me." the man said with a goofy, apologetic grin.
Renai took his hand, letting him help her up, meanwhile taking in his fanciable appearance.
He had a strong muscular built, and was at least a good 6-7 inches taller than her. He seemed to be in his thirties and had a sculpted angelic face with prominent cheekbones, sharp masculine features. His hairs were of shade of night skies and his voice deep and rugged. He looks young for someone of that age and had an enigmatic aura around himself. But what strikes out the most protruding were his eyes. The charcoal orbs had the same depths as that of someone who had seen a lot. They told a story of endurance and struggles for survival. The happy grin of his, didn't quite reach those eyes. The more she looked into them, the more drawn to him she felt.
"I-Its fine." she said, shy colour of pink coming upon her pale cheeks, "It was actually my fault. I wasn't looking where I was going and bumped into you. I'm sorry."
"That maybe so." He said leaving her hand and toning down his goofy grin into a soft, polite smile. "But a beauty like you shouldn't apologize for such fine mistake."
Renai flushed more and felt and strange affliction at the loss of that minimal contact. A mysterious nostalgia that she couldn't quite place. An awkward silence settled over as they just kept staring at eachother.
A subtle clearing of throat broke their ruminations and they both turn to see Itachi Uchiha standing there, a few steps behind Renai with a passive face.
"Oh! Sorry once again." the nameless man said with a yet bigger goofy grin. "I think I should get going then. Pleasure meeting you." he says giving Renai a very brief covetous glance, before he disappeared in a puff of smoke.
Itachi's eyes narrowed skeptically catching the brief moment which Renai clearly missed. He then turned his attention back on the said girl, "You were supposed to meet me half-an-hour ago." he stated.
Renai turned around facing him with her head down. "S-Sorry... I...I got lost."
"Hn." Itachi noticed the purple bruises and bite marks on her neck, but thought better not to address them, "Follow me." he said walking past her. Renai trotted behind him obediently.
They both remained quiet for the rest of the way as they passed through a series of corridors and came to halt in front of a grey metal door. Renai felt like smacking herself to next week.
It was the first door out of the fucking elevator all this while when I was... She glared at the door like she would melt the damn thing by squinting.
"Don't get lost next time." Itachi said nonchalantly walking through the door and Renai caught the amused quip in his voice. She glared daggers at his back.
Seriously, dude.
Just as she entered the dining area, she was met with a pair of steel blue eyes. They stayed on her a little too long for her comfort and she felt self-conscious under all that attention.
Deidara saw the newbie trudging behind Itachi like a puppy, but something about the situation strikes odd to him. He knew the girl was a 'sacrifice' offered to the God of New World. That's just stupid. Pain is in no way a God. And we are definitely not his angels of peace. If anything we are, it would be demons. Bloodthirsty, cruel, vicious, cold blooded murderers. Nothing else. He scoffed at the mere thought of such nonsense. It was more bullshit than Hidan's sick religious-fanaticism. Oh, how glad he is that that bastard was now dead.
He knows all there is to know about Pain's playthings, and he knows this girl is the new one. He also knows what happens to them when Pain gets bored with them. Hell, how many times he himself had "taken care" of them, (after having a good taste of the feast himself of course). But never has that maglomaniac nut-case ever let them move around the base so freely. And to top that, having the Itachi Uchiha act as a babysitter? For a sex-slave? Either Pain is taking someone as significant as the Uchiha prodigy for granted. Or there is something really special about this girl. But what is it?
Someone dropped something and Deidara realized that he was staring directly at the girl, and it was making her uncomfortable. She immediately averted her own sneaky glances and ran to Itachi for cover when she was caught blushing by the arsonist.
Interesting. Deidara smirked.
"Eat something. Then I will take you to Leader sama." Itachi said taking the seat opposite Deidara on the countertop table.
Renai sat beside him checking out the kitchen plus dining room, avoiding Deidara's ardent gaze. The kitchen maid kept a bowl full of rice porridge in front of her and that's when she realized just exactly how hungry she was. She picked up the spoon instead of chopsticks and devoured the bland, mushy porridge whole in matter of minutes.
Deidara saw her gulp down the entire content of the bowl like a starving beast with a quirked(freaked) brow. "We're not gonna run out overcooked rice anytime soon. Don't choke on it, hn." he commented taking a bite of his own food. Itachi looked at her weirdly too, but it was hard to tell because of his "Itachi face".
Renai kept the bowl down, a tint of pink sprayed on her cheeks. "C-can I have some more?" She asked Itachi quietly. Itachi nodded, signalling the maid who brought another bowl. This time she ate it slowly.
I guess she really was hungry. How long has it been since she last ate? Two, maybe three days? Deidara thought eyeing her intently. Even though she seemed extremely frail and famished at first glance, he has to admit that she was quite pretty. "What's your name, hn?" He asked.
She halted before putting another morsel in her mouth. "Renai Hotaru." she placidly mumbled resuming her task.
Early in the morning, Sakura was being escorted back to the medical bay by two men. Or boys she would rather say. One was a tall, bulky one with orange hairs. He was the silent one. The other was comparatively shorter, about her height maybe and had silver hairs and sharp set of teeth like Hoshigaki. He was the loudmouthed one but seldom spoke anything intelligent. She knew him as Suigetsu. He came barging in her "room" at five in morning followed closely behind by the other one named Juugo. She guessed they might have expected some kind of resistance from her by the way Suigetsu started the conversation. He must have even prepared a script.
The expression of mild shock on his face could be called comical when it didn't quite go the way he prepared for.
Sakura didn't resist. She didn't argue, or attack them, or even passed a snide comment. She quietly got up from her bed, rolled up all the scattered medical scrolls and kept then in drawer. Adjusting herself, she went out of the room without a single word and waited for them to guide her ahead. She was so quiet the entire way that Suigetsu and Jugo had to ask her if she was ok. She simply nodded and kept walking between the two Taka members.
Were those tears in her eyes? Jugo wondered.
What happened to her? Suigetsu asked himself sharing a brief look with Jugo.
When they got to the medical bay, she saw the captain of her escorting team lying on the bed. He was exhausted of Chakra and deep asleep. A dark crimson trail of dried blood starting from his eyes and disappearing into the black strands of hair at the side of his head. His breathing was steady and his hands coloured with dried blood on resting on his sides. The murderous Uchiha avenger looked so vulnerable at this moment.
A bi-coloured man with round, lifeless yellowish eyes and a giant Venus flytrap around his head standing beside his bed on her opposite side. "Can we trust you to heal him?" the white side asked. "Act funky and we will kill you and then eat you." The black side stated with a sadistic smirk.
"I don't think you need to worry about that." Suigetsu intervened cringing at his words, "She came here by herself."
"Hn." Zetsu grunted stepping back a few small steps, his eyes never leaving the pinkette who didn't even seemed bother for anyone in the room except for her unconscious ex teammate.
Seigetsu occupied the empty bed behind her and Jugo took a seat on one of the chairs near him, their eyes fixed on Zetsu. Sakura picked up the utensil with lukewarm water and a bundle of gauze and started with wiping off the blood from Sasuke's face. His words from last night echoed in her head. Three words louder than all others.
"Naruto... is dead."
In the outskirts of the Hidden in Rain village, among the thick forest cover was a little abandoned house which was now transformed into a shrine for the Kami of Ame. The sounds of unrelenting screams and moans of wanting echoed inside the old wooden walls, as Obito had his way with the head priestess of the makeshift temple.
"Some priestess you are, Ichiko san." Obito sneered slapping her plump ass hard, pounding into her with inhuman vigour.
"Umm... Ahh~...uh..." Ichiko moaned out aloud throwing her head back as Obito rammed inside her as hard and fast as he could go. He took her from behind this time, her breasts squished against the cold tiles of the wall to wall pavement made for people to place their offering to the God and pray. The offerings that were now scattered around the place. The smell of sex muffled under the sweet incense burning in front of the shrine, right before where she was getting fucked.
"Who...am I... Umm...oh...t-to..say...ah...no...to..an-ahh~ Angel of..of m-my...lo~lord... AH-!" A scream tore through her lips, only to be hushed by Obito's hungry lips. He hits a specific spot deep inside her, driving her over the edge.
The squelching tightening of her inner muscles around his shaft made his self-control fade away, insinuating his own climax. His shaft limped unleashing its load and then he slumped atop her soft back breathing heavily.
"Is Angel sama satisfied with my prayers~?" Ichiko asks in between panting.
"Yes. Yes of course I am, priestess." Obito spoke after a few minutes getting back his posture and zipping up his pants. "Now, just one last sacrifice to complete your 'baptism' ceremony." he smirked wearing his robe and putting on his mask.
"One last sacrifice?" the once prostitute turned priestess asked standing straight and turning towards him. The very next moment, her body fell on the cold dark floor with a thud. Deep thick blood pooling around her vigorously shaking body, staining her pure white robes with scarlet patches, leaking from one clean slit across her throat.
"Welcome to the Akatsuki brotherhood, Ichiko san." Obito chuckled darkly under his mask leaving the premise like nothing happened. The house burst into flames behind him as he walks away. "Now to go check this new arrival Zetsu was talking about."
After getting their breakfast, Itachi took Renai to Leader's office. But to their luck, he wasn't there. Just two guards, Rain anbu jonin, posted outside the door. They let her in and told her to wait. Itachi left after dropping her there. And now, there she was, all alone in the huge, eerie, magisterial office room. She just sat their and waited for maybe an hour. Or maybe two. She was getting really bored and got up and started to look around the place to find something to keep her occupied for the time being.
The place looked dirty, everything was covered in dust and big stacks of papers and files littered throughout the floor except for the majestic looking old-timey desk situated at the center of the room. It was meticulously arranged. Not even a speck of dust on it. Behind it the whole wall-window was hidden behind thick burgundy curtains. A few rays of light that could make its way in from the little openings between the heavy curtains. From the ceiling, hung a beautiful crystal chandelier, providing the room with necessary light. Contrasting to the modern interiors of other rooms of the tower, this one gave elegant medievalist vibes with its classic gentlemen's officeroom decor. The walls were hidden behind huge bookshelves, like a library or study. Books on so many interesting subjects, it made her mind boggle. Other than books,there were also case-study and research materials on things and incidents she had never even heard of. Some bookshelves were open and some were locked behind glass and seals. Some of those were ancient and new scrolls, others, she assumed, were mission scrolls. Each with a unique marking or Kanji on them, telling who it was from and who can read them.
Just exactly who are these people and what do they do? She had heard a lot about the Akatsuki. All of the scary bedtime stories, the underworld gossips, the murmurs in shadows and talks in day light. But this office room doesn't look like of the throne room of some powerful mob-leader or terrorist organization. Whoever works here is a very well informed and influential person. If it's the same man who thinks he's a God, I can understand why he would think that. She walked around lazily, dragging a finger along the wooden surface of those selves. She brought it up to see a patch of dust. He should get someone to clean this place. He surely can. She walked carefully through the room, careful not to tip over one of the paper towers all though out the place. Or he can do it by himself. If he is the "God" he believes himself to be. She chuckled reaching the oak table, picking up the small paper crane resting atop a small stack of books. She took a closer look at it, the clean creases and soft blue colour, a bit faded at the corners and along the lines of the folds.
"What's so funny?" A deep, dark voice from behind her startled her and she dropped the origami. It hit the floor with a soft thud. She turns around to see a man in orange mask standing at the door with arms crossed.
Obito covered the distance between them in graceful long strides, standing right in front of her. A little too close for her comfort, his smokey, spicy smell making her a bit dizzy. Renai fidgeted under his sharingan gaze.
Don't these guys know anything about personal space? The voice in her head scoffed. But hot damn... That's a nice bod. Smoked cinnamons. If only there wasn't that stupid mask in between...
The annoying commentary in her head was cut short when Renai realized that the man before her was bending down to pick up the paper bird.
Oh no... Oh, damn no! This dress is too short. Too. Fucking. Short. Please don't... No no no... Oh. He's getting up. Please be it that he didn't...
Obito once again stood tall before her. His gloved hand reached behind her, slightly grazing her arm. "Baby blue, hm? Sweet colour." His tantalizing voice whispered in her ear as he set the paper bird back on the table.
Renai's face turned beet root. Her eyes snapped shut. He did. The internal voice echoed again.
Obito eyed her up and down. From her wild, wavy black hairs to her little heart shaped face, piercing blue eyes, full luscious lips, the creamy smoothness of her skin, elegant feminine figure. His eyes travelled further south. Her breasts were perfect from what he could tell, not too heavy, not too small. Her body curved gently to meet at her prominent, supple waist. Muscular strong legs. Even though the full view of her was under some clothing, it still made him aware of an uncomfortable tightness against his pants.
Nagato does have good eyes in matter of searching for a perfect woman to fuck. The thought crossed his mind. He adjusted his mask, being glad it was there. "Haven't seen you around here before. Recently fell from heaven?"
"And that's what Adam said to Eve." A mocking bored yawn came from Renai "tch tch tch...talk about primitive pickup lines." she scoffed looking away and blowing up a strand of hair from her face. Crossing her arms, she shifted her weight from one leg to another.
"Feisty and tough to break. I like that in my woman." Obito smirked.
"And who exactly said that, hm?" Renai asked with a poker face looking directly into his eyes, "That I am your woman."
"You will be." Obito said taking off his mask and tossing it over the table. "Soon enough."
Renai's brows scrunged up, a pout forming on her lips. She was about to say something but then she saw him walking around the desk and taking a seat on the other end.
"State your name and order of business, please." He spoke with a smug smirk on his face. He knew what she was here for. But he was curious as to how much she knew.
Renai's mouth went agape as her eyes widened. Not for the fact that this man was sitting on the place of the leader of the Akatsuki. But for how incredibly handsome he was. He was like something out of a storybook, but in a messed up kind of way. Though it only served to make him even more alluring to her. Cropped black hairs, strong jaws, broad shoulders, stern but mischievously captivating eyes and full lips. He was stunningly attractive in the way that made her stomach do multiple flips. The scars on the entire one side of his face fascinated her all the more.
"Your scars only means you were stronger than whatever tried to hurt you." A faint wistful smile came and disappeared on her face, remembering those words.
Obito watched her silently by the passing minutes, noticing every little flexures coming upon her features. It intrigued him all the more.
"Renai Hotaru." She spoke after a few minutes of oogling him shamelessly. "I was told I will meet the leader of the Akatsuki here. I don't know what for." Her voice was calm and enticing when she spoke, and Obito's Sharingan could clearly see the minute relaxation in her posture that would very well be invisible to any other eye in this world. Her lips pulled up in an almost serene smirk, a smile full of secrets.
Obito rose from his seat and stepped towards her at a lazy, predatory pace, walking through the furniture in between like a ghost. The subtle widening of her eyes told him of her astonishment. He came to stand in front of her once again, leaning on the desk with his arms crossed at his chest.
He wondered if he could take her right there and then, on that very table he was supported by. He entertained the thought briefly, trailing his eyes over her intricate features once again. He felt a painful throbbing in his pants and mouth go dry. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, finding it really hard to contain himself from doing what all images and thought forming in his head to her. This girl is having an effect on him that nobody has had in a long time. "Renai, huh?" He grinned with a lewd glimmer in his vermilion eyes, "Whoever named you has got to be quite a pervert."
"Probably." Renai snorted amused.
Obito's gaze softened a bit, fixated on the way her chest heaved up and down with every breath she took. The way her Sapphire irises twinkled in contrast to her pale skin was bewitching. His eyes drifted to the lush rosy lips and stayed there for a while. The darker side of him imagining what it would feel like to sink his teeth in those soft lips or when she screams his name in pure pleasure. His member throbbed and his breathing hitched at the mere thought. He needs to have her. Right now.
"So. You don't know what you are called here for, hm." Obito's grave tone was laced with tantalizing darkness, his eyes narrowed on her. "Allow me to tell you then." He stood straight, taking a hold of her wrist, he yanked her to changeover their positions, backing her up like a predator on hunt until her thighs hit the cold surface of the table. The distance between them was reduced to a mere hairline.
She froze as she felt his fingers skimming through the smooth skin of her thighs up until the hem of her little dress, and then up some more, slowly lifting the fabric and leaving a burning trail on the skin underneath.
"As I told you..." Obito's hot breath burned through the soft skin of her ear, "You will be my woman." His lips fluttered at the junction of her jaws making a breathy trail to the corner of her lips. He placed a soft, prolonged kiss their. His warm breaths tickling her sensitive skin as his hand made its way to her hips, getting the feel of her smooth, sinuous body.
"So." Renai gasped "you're the leader, hm?" her body slowly backing up until his other hand held her tightly by waist and pinned her to the desk roughly, making all the things above it topple.
"I guess you can say so. I am the one who influenced Pain to make this organization. And I am the one behind its functioning." His smirk widens as his hand on her waist lowers to grope her ass. The other one traveled up to her belly, fingers caressing around the navel and the supple curves of her waistline when it grazed around a certain marred lesion. He knew the feel of it. He has a lot of those himself. His figures traced the scar, starting from the curve of waistline, all the way to her back, ending an inch near the spine. There were some dents along the way from the skin being cut too deep. Like a wound inflicted by a nailed whip. Places where the nails dug deep into the skin and dragged its way before getting out.
Obito's jaw clenched. He turned her around swiftly and with force. She braced herself just in time before her head could hit the table. Her eyes closed shut tightly when he ripped apart her dress. The torn pieces slid down her arms and her palms formed a fist.
She knew what was coming. What he had in mind. She had been through this so many times before. So many times that she forgot the count. Her eyes had forgotten to cry.
Obito's eyes widens seeing the visible half of her body that was now bare to him except for her scanty underwears. Her entire back was full of scars like those. Too many for him to count. "Who did this to you?" His voice was hushed and coarse, but his hands fisted and released more than once and his body invisibly shook from the boiling rage inside him. He didn't know the reason, but he didn't need one either.
Renai didn't answer, she didn't whimper like she used to once. She just stood there like a statue devoid of a soul. Her tears dried, will crushed and hope died a long time ago.
An inaudible gasp escaped her and her eyes snapped open when she felt a caress over her old scars. A hold on her bicep turned her around and she was pulled into an embrace. His hands grabbed the back of her neck pulling her to him and soft, scarred lips crashed with her. He took over unchallenged dominance, his tongue explored her mouth and teeth bit into her lower lip drawing out blood which he hungrily lapped up.
His hands got rid of the remaining bits of her clothings. Strong arms wrapped around her waist, making her sit on the table. His lips left hers and planted feverish fluttering kisses all over her face and along her neck, leaving behind bite marks whenever he felt her body twitched under him enjoying her mewling and gasping. His hands travelled all over her seditious body. Fingers scouting every inch of her smooth skin in warm ghostly caresses. Her breathing became laboured and her heart rapidly pounded against her chest. She hid her face in the crook of his neck, her warm breaths against his skin acting as fuel to fire inside him.
His hands fisted in her hair, pulling her head back harshly. She groaned and gasped loudly feeling his wet tongue on the swell of her throat. It went further down making a wet trail down to the valley of her breasts.
A shaky moan escaped her when his palm grabbed her breast, kneading the fleshy mounds. His other hand was tracing up and down her spine making goosebumps active on her skin. His mouth latched onto her other breast. Tongue swirling around her hard nipple, flicking and suckling it greedily. She grunted discontently when he stopped, only to moan louder when he gave the same treatment to the other one. Her hand clutched his short hairs painfully, pushing his face on the soft flesh, demanding more of his tortures assaults. Obito smirked like a devil.
His hands left her body to undo his pants. It hit the floor pooling around his ankles. "Obito." hot breath fanned against her ear in husky growl, "I want you to scream my name, Renai, for what I am about to do to you." His nails clawed and scratched the tender skin of her hips pulling her closer and entering her agonisingly slowly, tearing through her clenching womanhood.
"Aahh~" Renai threw her head back, her screams echoing throughout the room. She could barely sit straight and Obito's arms caught her to keep her in position. Not giving any time for the pain to subside, he started pounding into her mercilessly. The wild, animalistic growling emerging from him reverberated through her body, making her core tightening around him. A knot forming in her stomach.
What he was doing to her was painful and at the same time pleasurable. A sudden risqué rush of adrenaline was making her crave more of his amorous tortures. She wanted more of this. More of him.
"Mmmm~ Obi-to..." An involuntary moan, not above a mere whisper from her set the beast inside him loose. He was thrusting into her harder and faster, until he came, filling her with his seeds, setting off her climax as well. Her nails dug deep into his clothed shoulder as they both rode their high in blissful ecstasy. He hissed at the erotic pain, breathing heavily with his head resting on her shoulder.
But he was not quite done with her yet. He was far from done.
Renai felt drowsy. She closed her eyes and rested her head on his chest when he picked her up in his arms. The air around them became heavy and swirled, and at the very next second they were in a different room. She felt the cool softness of the sheets when he laid her on the bed and pulled the quilt on her. "Sleep tight, Firefly." He kissed her on forehead and then left. She heard the door closing behind him and drifted off.
Renai's eyes remained closed as the velvety sheet slowly slid from her naked body, revealing the upper half of her body. She groaned lazily and sat on the bed, rubbing her eyes and yawning and purring like a fuzzy kitten. She looked around the room, finding herself in a new one. Huffing annoyed, she felt like a misplaced furniture, being moved around from one place to another.
Well...this room isn't half bad either. The view here is just as awesome as Pain's room A sudden familiar chill ran down her spine and sapphire orbs darted to the cushiony chair in the middle of the room.
A man with unruly long midnight hairs and blazing ruby eyes was sitting there comfortably. His Sharingan fixed solely on her naked body. Hands folded and expression serene, looking every bit as regal as he had sitting on a throne with the proud symbol of Uchiha on the wall behind.
"I'm happy to see you made it this far." a faint smile adorned his angelic face, his red eyes glimmering brighter than any star. "Couldn't help but notice how you were smiling in your sleep. You have a beautiful smile."
Renai looked at him impassively. Nothing in her gave away the fact that his calm, raspy voice and compliments always worked like a soothing spell for her.
The man's subdued smile widens seeing enough. He got up from his place and was immediately at her side, the mattress sinking under his weight. His callous fingers caressed thorough her tangled hair, playing with her coal strands. The immediate appeasing effect he had on her was the one she couldn't hide. Her head tilted towards it, her inner restlessness relaxing under his placid touch. "I missed you too, my little princess." There was a look of longing in his eyes as he said those words. "Soon, I will be right here with you."
"Soon?" She asked holding his hands.
He brought her fingers to his lips placing a soft kiss on them, "Very soon."
A knock echoed and her eyes snapped towards the source of the sound. They turned back immediately, but he was gone. A doleful smile came upon her lips realizing that the genjutsu has broken.
"Soon." She repeated to herself before getting up to open the door.