Kakashi stood hunched over, clenching his bleeding chest. His blood red eye, strained from the constant use of the Sharigan, swivelled in its sockets. In front of him, he could see the sea green trees of Konoha and the heads of the previous hokages, as if telling him not to give up. He wondered how he could continue fighting with the near-dead corpses of Asums and Kurenai laying near his feet. Kakashi glanced up at the ever-approaching Itachi, his two sharigans fixed upon Kakashi's soft, bleeding body. It was as if Itachi could see into the very reaches of Kakashi's soul and maybe even his body. Itachi pulled out a kunai knife and pulled back Kakashi's head. Itachi placed his supple, pink lips upon Kakashi's while gradually scraping his kunai across the Kakashi's neck. Kakashi struggled to free himself from Itachi's embrace but that only made Itachi madder and hornier.
"Come on Kakashi, you know you like this. You know the other ninjas in Konaha could never pleasure you the same way I can" Itachi whispered teasingly.
Itachi slid his delicate hands down Kakashi's trousers and cupped his testicles. Kakashi, even though muffled with Itachi's other hand, tried to scream but his futile attempts only served as pleasure for Itachi. He slowly squeezed Kakashi's testicles, making him whelp more. Itachi pulled back Kakashi's lengthy, white hair and stared him straight in the eyes, eye-to-eye, sharigan-to-sharigan. The petite, black magatamas in his crimson eyes started to rotate.
"N…NO! The Mangeyoku Sharigan!"
Kakashi was no longer in his body, but in a world full of despair. There were no walls, only pale coloured gases, swirling in the air. Every second felt like an eternity. He tried to move but he found that he was chained to a bed bearing the Uchina emblem. On top of him was the hard, muscled body of Itachi.