Kakashi's task of cleaning Naru up was a horrible and grim one. Because he was made to relive everything that he had done to her in that damn place every time he saw a bruise, or a scratch. His breath would hitch in his throat and his heart would contract painfully in his chest and he would find himself torn between breaking down and crying and the strong urge to puke until he started vomiting blood.
It was horrifying for him to see such strong evidence of his crime against his former student. And he hated it almost as much as he now hated himself. Yet he didn't stop. He simply couldn't. Even though he felt as if he were slowly losing his mind.
As soon as he had her shredded pants and her torn shirt off he grabbed several towels and used the biggest one to wrap Naru's semi naked body in it, covering her to the best of his ability when he was shaking so violently that he couldn't stop. Once that was done he carefully lifted her up and stepped over to the shower and turned on the water and fixed it so that it would be a comfortable warm instead of scalding hot.
Just because he felt the need to scrub himself until he bled in scalding water didn't mean that Naru would appreciate having the same done to her.
And her needs came first.
Once the water was a comfortable warm he climbed into the shower and settled Naru in his lap, making sure to keep the towel over her body even though he hadn't stripped her completely naked and had left her in her bra and panties. And fumbled for the soap for a second before managing to grab it and started rubbing it into the skin of her shoulders, her back, her neck.
He took the time to clean the dirt out from under her finger nails, and to scrub the dirt and grime from her pretty face. He tried to wash her while leaving her some dignity.
Staying well away from her breasts and below the waist line. And once the water ran clear he decided to tackle her hair and found some scented shampoo that smelled like wild flowers and washed her hair then carefully got to his feet, with her still tightly held in his arms and switched the soaked towel out with a clean dry one and sat down on the toilet and started to dry her off.
Then when he was done with that he dried her hair a bit and used his fingers to comb out the tangles until she looked more like herself and less like the fragile creature who had become a victim to the manipulations of shinobi without honor.
And the entire time he was drying her off, he talked to her.
His voice shook, and broke a little more each breath he took. Yet he couldn't stop talking.
He told her that this wasn't her fault. That everything that had happened was entirely his fault.
He was a failure as a friend, a teacher, and a shinobi.
He told her that he hadn't wanted to hurt her, but he hadn't seen any way around it. He knew that she wouldn't understand.
Just like he would understand if she hated him. Just like he would understand if she asked for him to pay for his sin with his life.
He apologized to her over and over and over again. He put his pride aside and begged her to forgive him even though he knew that he wasn't worthy of her forgiveness.
He told her that he would do anything she asked of him. Anything at all no matter how damning it may be if she would just please let him stay with her and try to make things up to her. No matter how impossible what he asked for may be.
He talked to Naru until he was crying his heart out, his words a broken garbled mess. Never really aware that someone was listening to his intimate conversation with the person that he had wronged.
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Kyubbi listened to the wolf as he wept for her kit. She had been listening for a while now. Off and on since her kit had retreated into herself since she had been hurt by her most trusted comrade.
She had known the terms for her kit's release, and had tried to ease her kit's pain to the best of her abilities so that she would feel as little as possible, yet her kit had remained aware of everything the entire time. Only truly withdrawing into herself after the wolf had finished raping her.
And while Kyubbi wasn't happy about the arrangement that the wolf had agreed too she knew what the male had been thinking. Damaged was better than dead.
Because damaged things could be fixed and healed. While dead things couldn't be fixed or healed.
And to an extent Kyubbi had approved of the wolfs choice. Only the slightest bit.
But now that she understood things better, then maybe she could do something to help the wolf and her kit since her kit wasn't the only one suffering. She turned her head and looked at her kit, laying curled up on the floor of her cage several feet away from her side.
Maybe she could seal away her kits memories until she would be better able to deal with her pain. And if the wolf was as sincere about making things right as he seemed to be, then her kit would be in good hands.
But if he hurt her kit again...
She'd kill him.