Izuna

A faint, quivering gasp tore itself from her throat, echoing into the night. She twisted upon her bedroll, her eyes fluttering with the sudden weight that pressed her back down, but it was the slight chill from her yukata being gaped open that truly woke her. The Sharingan came to life in that moment, the eerie crimson gaze piercing through the dark, as her muddled mind registered the intrusion in her bed chambers and she reached for the kunai hidden beneath the mat near her head.

A firm hand wrapped around her wrist, pinning it down before she even touched the weapon, and she hissed through her teeth like a feral feline. Twisting away from the warm, slick tongue that curved around the shape of her exposed breast, she dug the nails of her opposite hand into the base of the intruder's neck and pushed him away. The bite of her claws made him hiss back slightly, before a familiar, husky tenor told her to knock it off and batted her hand away.

Blinking rapidly, her eyes fading back into a dark, onyx coloration, she whispered, "I-Izuna?"

"Who else would be mad enough to visit your chambers at this time of night, Kagome?" His voice was muffled a bit, having buried his face back between her soft, generous mounds of flesh without hesitation once she came to her senses. "Except for me, of course?"

"I could have killed you," she murmured.

"Doubtful."

Kagome pouted into the darkness, knowing that that was probably true, as she felt her face turn a lovely shade of red. Thankful for the cover of night that successfully hid the coloration, she hummed low in her throat when he traced his hand down the edge of her yukata to part it further. "You should not be here, Izuna," she reminded him, though she did little to try and stop him once more. "We're not yet…"

"You'll be my wife soon enough." Izuna shrugged, barely lifting his head to blow across the wet line of saliva he had left upon her flesh in the hopes of making her quiver beneath him.

"If Madara-sama were to find you here…" she gasped.

"Do you think my brother won't marry us if he discovers I've already tasted you as often as I have in the last few months?" There was a possessive, hard edge layered within his voice for a moment, as if he dared the elder Uchiha to try. It quickly melted away into a soft chuckle, however, as Izuna finally looked up at her and said, "I think he would marry us sooner, because he would probably suspect you were carrying my child already… as I do."

Her hand settling on his cheek, Kagome felt like her breath had been stolen from her when she found herself staring into his misshapen Sharingan. Whatever he had said was merely a faint background noise, as her thumb brushed underneath one of his crimson orbs. "Izuna?" Her mouth hung open in disbelief, having only heard the rumors that he and Madara had obtained a new form of Sharingan. "How did you…? What is this?"

"The Mangekyou," he told her simply.

"B-but that's just… people say you have to…"

"I would have paid any price for the Uchiha clan… for my brother…" Izuna shushed her, "...for you," then he placed his hand flat atop her womb, his expression softening in the dark, "...for our future and our children."

She felt him wipe away the few stray tears that streak down her face, as he shifted enough to place his forehead against her own.

"I'll never let you go," he promised. "I'll hold onto you until the day I die."

"...but your best friend, Izuna?" Kagome whispered. "Is it true?"

The other Uchiha only shook his head at her, smiling a little while the crimson faded from his eye.

"Izuna…?"

Then he kissed her, trying to wash it all away and knowing that he could never truly do so.

Not anymore.

Fin

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