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TheDarkestShinobi: Hello. I don't really know what to say today… um… well my boyfriend and I hit three months tomorrow if anyone cares. Anyway… I will take up the challenge to do a Kasumi Elliot story so look out for that. Anyway this scene is Hitomi, in first person.

This is random, completely random. So if you have imagined a scene and can't write it, or just would like me to you can review and ask for it, and I'll do my best. I don't think they will, but if they could fit into a story of mine let me know too cause I probably missed it lol.

If you like a scene please review for that scene and maybe I'll turn the scene with the most reviews into a story when I'm done with my other DOA stories.

Scene 4.

Proud of me

All that could be heard in the dimly lit room was our grunting and the slap of skin against skin. We moved quickly, as one, it was almost as if we were dancing with each other.

He let out a grunt.

I gasped as my body curled slightly, and it seemed as if time slowed down. I could smell the sweat on his skin from his neck, which was mere inches from my face, which was tucked under his chin. I could feel his warm fingers like fire where they touched my stomach. He pulled back. I panted.

The pressure in my stomach told me that I had missed and he hadn't. The gasp from my lips told me the pain would come soon. The pain told me that I was right. I looked up at him, still panting, and he smiled down at me, I could see the sweat on his brow. I swallowed thickly and continued to pant; trying to catch my breath, but it seemed as if my lungs decided to stop functioning.

He moved back and looked at me with concern, concern for the weak, little girl. I was doing this to prove I wasn't a weak little girl. He spoke. He asked if I was okay, then if I wanted to stop or if I could handle another round. I barely heard him. My legs were soft rubber and a fire was raging in the lower part of my belly. I didn't answer because all I could do was breathe. I forgot how to move, how to speak, all I was aware of was the pain.

The only sound to be heard was panting. It was me, I knew, that was panting. He wasn't even slightly winded, but that wasn't a surprise, he was my sempai after all and had probably done this hundreds of times before. I could feel my heart beat in my head and I was becoming blissfully numb.

Finally my arms moved to my own stomach where his was no more than ten seconds ago. They cradled it like an expecting mother would. My breathing slowed, and became deeper. I blinked and focused on his face.

He was looking at me with those eyes. They were the eyes of my father, the never satisfied, rarely accepting, always insulting, constantly degrading eyes of the man that I live with. They said I knew you couldn't do it. However his eyes differed, he still had hope for me.

"Do you want to stop?"

That was the voice of my sensei. He was watching us, judging us, judging me, to see if I was ready. I would never stop. Showing them all that I was good enough was worth all of the pain, the long hours of hard work and the tears. I had always found strength near my sensei and now I found my voice listening to his.

"No sensei."

My voice came out stronger than I had ever heard it before and it empowered me. Suddenly the pain and numbness faded away and I was left feeling something I had never felt before. Sensei once said that pain was weakness leaving the body, and I finally knew what he meant. I blinked, took a deep breath and my head cleared. I brought my arms to my sides and bowed to him. He bowed to me at the same time and two strong voices spoke.

"Usso."

I took me a second to figure out that the second voice was mine. I looked up to see their faces and froze; a ball of ice seemed to form in the center of my body as I recognized their look. Pride. They were proud of me.

Why couldn't my own father be proud of me?

That question caught me by surprise, despite being a question I had asked myself over and over again. What was so wrong with me? Why couldn't my father ever look at me that way? My body settled into my stance.

What did I do wrong?

The movement was automated; I had done this hundreds, perhaps thousands of times before.

Could I ever please him?

My hands rose in front of my body in their spots, ready to attack, or more likely, to defend, but I couldn't move them if I tried.

Maybe he just hated me.

"Hajime."

Sensei's voice dispelled my thoughts. All that mattered was the here and now. I felt his warm voice melt the ice ball in my stomach and I was filled with something. My vision was clearer; I could even hear my sempai's breathing as he looked at me, judging me, waiting for me to reveal a weakness so he could strike, again.

My fists clenched, not too tightly, but not too loosely. My wrists relaxed and my feet began to move so that I slightly bounced. He did the same and I looked to his stomach, judging him, trying to find that weakness I had never found before. My arm moved to the left,

And I blocked the punch.

TDS: Triple R!