Iga no Sanchou

by Catchandelier

The older the clan, the crazier the amount of bullshit you can do. There were ninjas before the Sage, after all. A drabble-fic in twenty-five chapter arcs, thirteen arcs total. Hold on to your burn cream, kiddies. (We're going straight to hell!)

65. Cleansed

I've never been this nervous before. Shishou gave Itachi and me a talk about sexuality and gender a few weeks ago; she sent Itachi off to talk to one of her teammates, Raiya or something like that. She told me all kinds of things, but mostly she told me about how to… touch. Myself.

In the bathtub at home is the best place. There are… peepers. At the public baths. And it's not the place to do… that.

She said that it's best to take it slowly, and to take a moment for myself when I'm stressed.

I touch myself slowly, and my hands slip over- everything. My skin's really soft, actually. It feels- nice. To scrub everything so thoroughly. To let my feet point and my legs stretch and my back arch and my eyes roll back in my head and the soft sigh to whisper out of me.

I think it's important to note that I was thinking about… Itachi… when I was… I couldn't. Not think about him. He's so-