Painful Pleasures
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Painful Pleasures
Title: Painful Pleasures
Summary: Pain is an art, which, if mastered can be very pleasurable. That is a lesson this kunoichi will not forget. A lesson someone will not let her forget. Hidan x Sakura
Warning: This fan fiction can/will contain profanity, sexual situations, gore, and suggestive content. It also can/will have spoilers from the manga. Lastly, this is a non-cannon demented couple with an S&M plot in mind. All those with a weak stomach might want to take a step back. With that said, this story might also not contain such things listed above. I refuse to put reigns around my creativity. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
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Chapter title: Prolog: Divine Will
Pink stands of hair went flying as the tri-crescent scythe passed over her head again, attempting to puncture skin for it’s strongly pumping blood or to remove her head from its firm position atop her neck. Which ever came first would determine her lifespan, but condemn death ultimately.
The salmon hair colored woman huffed in quick and erratic breaths as she defended her fallen comrades and protected her own life from this powerful enemy. Her hands shivered with adrenalin as she clutched tighter to the two lone kunai she had left. She lifted her head higher and determined between the holes of her mask that attacking might be a needed brake from all the dodging and give her some lead way towards the battle she was obviously losing.
The Akatsuki’s blood stained violet eyes caught the tenseness in his opponent’s muscles and smiled at being able to read this girl so easily. As he expected she launched her tiny frame towards his direction and as he expected she punched her fist into the ground making it turn into crumbs, using the debris to cover her location as she attempted to advance on him. A smile of absolute glee passed over his features as he had finally found a point of weakness in the kunoichi’s strong defense and at that moment he threw the scythe in an arch, avoiding the more massive blocks of concrete, and finally made a true land in her -obviously delicate- kidney region.
A struck dumb kunoichi belched out blood and fell into the granulated ground clutching at her side that still held a massive scythe. Her eyes wide in pain she watch with morbid fascination as a flick of the wrist brought the weapon away from her and whisked away with more grace then it should have had. The handle –seemingly with a mind of its own- flew gracefully into the hand of the Akatsuki’s only preaching religious man.
Vaguely the fallen women thought he was going to sacrifice her to his god. That she would die where she sat, while he preformed a repenting ritual to his god. She waited for the witted banter to fly into her ears about how she was a fool and hell awaited her, but all that she heard was footsteps. His steps; steps that echoed in her mind, vibrating on the soft tissue of her brain, each sounding like a harsh pounding on the door that lead to hell demanding it to be opened just for her.
Regret passed quickly through her mind as she thought of how many things she could have done in this day to stop this impending death from happening. If she had called backup ten minutes earlier, if she had fled with the shinobi that had a chance of living instead of fighting for all of them, just simply if she had not gotten out of bed on just this day.
All her thoughts came to a halt when the black open toed shoes stopped before her vision. She could faintly recognize the rustle of fabric as a set on knees came into her line of hazed vision. She minutely flinched as a hand landed heavily atop her head and pulled away the mask she had been wearing. Without the mask breathing became slightly less labored, and almost in a sign of gratitude for making death less painful, the kunoichi look up and meet him eye to eye.
Lidded jade eyes caught with crimson and a moment of silence over took the surrounding, indicating something dangerous was coming. When she decided to look at him, fearless of death, something sharp poked him from the inside of his gut. The scythe was raised, blood dripping off the three pointed ends, and slowly brought down resting on the girls sweaty porcelain skin. Almost as if regretting what he was about to commit, the demented smile on the Akatsuki’s face dulled as he looked at the helpless wounded animal. A quizzical look of contemplation passed across his refined face before he wetted his lips and opened his mouth to whisper.
“Tell me your sins.”
The dull look on her face indicated she did not understand the question, but slowly she came to understand. With the acknowledgement a fire ignited behind her grass tinted eyes. Hatred burned at her for ever being grateful of this person and hatred burned because she had lost to him costing more then just her own life in the process. She shifted her body higher and lifted her face to meet his and with her own strained smile answered evenly.
“My only sin was not killing you.”
A look of distaste passed across his features, as if he should have known the Konoha woman would never take his gift gracefully. He then used his strength to force the bottom blade of his three pronged scythe in and through her neck, effectively cutting it off and killing the kunoichi. The eerie silence passed and the noises of animals returned as he rose, head of pink hair laced through his fingers, and started to walk towards the other soon to be dead ninjas.
His steps faltered for a moment. Turning, the Akatsuki member regarded the headless body with a sad sort of acceptance, but as soon as the feeling came it passed and in its wake contentment took hold. He turned and wake away then uttering his farewell words to the recently departed.
“Bitch.”
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Sakura’s body jerked up and off her bed in a start. She groggily and frantically observed her surroundings while desperately clutching to her neck as if it had to be held in place. The strong pitter of her heart slowed as she came to slow realization that she had only had a nightmare, again. The same one she has had for the past two years since her personal encounter with a certain proclaimed ‘holy man’ of the Akatsuki. Gaining some composure, Sakura forced herself to be calm. Lifting her bruised bottom form the floor, Sakura threw her body back to her bed, much like a dog would do when tired, facing the ceiling with many thoughts flowing through her head.
“Three levels, Hidan,” Was the semi official name in the five great ninja nation’s bingo books she had found out after surviving certain death. He was originally from mist and he is the eighth member in the Akatsuki organization, a replacement for Orochimaru. Any other information was gained on the personal level, like the information on his rituals, and kept within a need to know basis.
Giving off an annoyed sigh from already needing to heal herself and from falling off the bed again, Sakura pulled her body off the bed and trudged towards her bathroom. She deposited her clothing on the floor, taking a moment to examine the purple flesh of her neither cheeks, and stepped into the tub turning on her western styled shower. The frigid water stuck Sakura’s body and elected a gasp from her, waking her fully up. Turning the knob to ‘hot’ and gathering scentless shampoo in her hands, Sakura allowed her body to work on automatic as she wondered about the things to come.
In the last meeting between Wind country and Fire country it was collectively decided to track down and protect the vassals of demons to stop whatever goal the Akatsuki meant to achieve. So today would end her two week vacation and begin her job as tactician/ medic for the ‘Special Forces’ joined to track the remaining living JinchuuRiki. It was a wonder so many were alive with all the years that have passed, but it seems that many got the hint to go into hiding. To bad ‘divine will’ would not let them hide forever.
Two years ago the Akatsuki had three kills under their respectfully terrifying belts, and now they have five, slow kills but still unyielding. Naruto has been forced to avoid confrontation with them for sometime now, but that makes him more of a prime target; therefore he is a kept very much hidden and defended at all times. (That sadly meant that their time together was cut in half Sakura supplied in her mind with an added dejected sign.) Leaving only three bodies to track down and provide protection for.
Sakura gave a huff, globed an amount of conditioner in her hands, and idly wondered why she had to go baby sit persons she did not know and risk her life just so they could die a couple years later from the excessive strain of containing a demon.
Mentally smacking her little inner demon for making her be completely unlike herself, Sakura put Naruto in her mind and thought about losing him. That though alone renewed her fervor in the mission she would be co-captain in. Passion bubbled in her stomach in -the now- powerful need to protect her targets. In an over excited frenzy Sakura lost herself in the moment and punched the air, screaming “Hell yeah I’ll protect them!” before rejoining her outer conscious in her cleaning activities. Teeth, body, and hair crisp and clean Sakura moved out of the shower and into the steam filled room.
Towel dried and dressed with the monotonous routine of packing for a long mission, Sakura headed out of her mother’s house and towards the head tower where she would meet with her own four man team, Shikamaru’s four man team, and the infamous team Gai.
Waking passed the threshold of the house she has lived in for almost all her life, a slow breeze passed by causing the fine hair on her neck to raise with warning. In those footsteps Sakura could feel an ominous cloud hovering above her head and a heavy chill run down her spine. Already she could feel that not everyone was coming back, which may or may not include herself.
Psh. I can handle anything they throw at me. I’m the powerful Konoha Tree, rooted and strong! Divine will shall be on my side!
Even as her inner spirit yelled encouragement, the hairs on her neck only tightened their hold of an erect posture.
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AN: This can also be found on ff.net under the pen name of MoyE, but because I've recently decided to make an EXTREAMLY sexual contented chapter I decided to post it here as well.
Summary: Pain is an art, which, if mastered can be very pleasurable. That is a lesson this kunoichi will not forget. A lesson someone will not let her forget. Hidan x Sakura
Warning: This fan fiction can/will contain profanity, sexual situations, gore, and suggestive content. It also can/will have spoilers from the manga. Lastly, this is a non-cannon demented couple with an S&M plot in mind. All those with a weak stomach might want to take a step back. With that said, this story might also not contain such things listed above. I refuse to put reigns around my creativity. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
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Chapter title: Prolog: Divine Will
Pink stands of hair went flying as the tri-crescent scythe passed over her head again, attempting to puncture skin for it’s strongly pumping blood or to remove her head from its firm position atop her neck. Which ever came first would determine her lifespan, but condemn death ultimately.
The salmon hair colored woman huffed in quick and erratic breaths as she defended her fallen comrades and protected her own life from this powerful enemy. Her hands shivered with adrenalin as she clutched tighter to the two lone kunai she had left. She lifted her head higher and determined between the holes of her mask that attacking might be a needed brake from all the dodging and give her some lead way towards the battle she was obviously losing.
The Akatsuki’s blood stained violet eyes caught the tenseness in his opponent’s muscles and smiled at being able to read this girl so easily. As he expected she launched her tiny frame towards his direction and as he expected she punched her fist into the ground making it turn into crumbs, using the debris to cover her location as she attempted to advance on him. A smile of absolute glee passed over his features as he had finally found a point of weakness in the kunoichi’s strong defense and at that moment he threw the scythe in an arch, avoiding the more massive blocks of concrete, and finally made a true land in her -obviously delicate- kidney region.
A struck dumb kunoichi belched out blood and fell into the granulated ground clutching at her side that still held a massive scythe. Her eyes wide in pain she watch with morbid fascination as a flick of the wrist brought the weapon away from her and whisked away with more grace then it should have had. The handle –seemingly with a mind of its own- flew gracefully into the hand of the Akatsuki’s only preaching religious man.
Vaguely the fallen women thought he was going to sacrifice her to his god. That she would die where she sat, while he preformed a repenting ritual to his god. She waited for the witted banter to fly into her ears about how she was a fool and hell awaited her, but all that she heard was footsteps. His steps; steps that echoed in her mind, vibrating on the soft tissue of her brain, each sounding like a harsh pounding on the door that lead to hell demanding it to be opened just for her.
Regret passed quickly through her mind as she thought of how many things she could have done in this day to stop this impending death from happening. If she had called backup ten minutes earlier, if she had fled with the shinobi that had a chance of living instead of fighting for all of them, just simply if she had not gotten out of bed on just this day.
All her thoughts came to a halt when the black open toed shoes stopped before her vision. She could faintly recognize the rustle of fabric as a set on knees came into her line of hazed vision. She minutely flinched as a hand landed heavily atop her head and pulled away the mask she had been wearing. Without the mask breathing became slightly less labored, and almost in a sign of gratitude for making death less painful, the kunoichi look up and meet him eye to eye.
Lidded jade eyes caught with crimson and a moment of silence over took the surrounding, indicating something dangerous was coming. When she decided to look at him, fearless of death, something sharp poked him from the inside of his gut. The scythe was raised, blood dripping off the three pointed ends, and slowly brought down resting on the girls sweaty porcelain skin. Almost as if regretting what he was about to commit, the demented smile on the Akatsuki’s face dulled as he looked at the helpless wounded animal. A quizzical look of contemplation passed across his refined face before he wetted his lips and opened his mouth to whisper.
“Tell me your sins.”
The dull look on her face indicated she did not understand the question, but slowly she came to understand. With the acknowledgement a fire ignited behind her grass tinted eyes. Hatred burned at her for ever being grateful of this person and hatred burned because she had lost to him costing more then just her own life in the process. She shifted her body higher and lifted her face to meet his and with her own strained smile answered evenly.
“My only sin was not killing you.”
A look of distaste passed across his features, as if he should have known the Konoha woman would never take his gift gracefully. He then used his strength to force the bottom blade of his three pronged scythe in and through her neck, effectively cutting it off and killing the kunoichi. The eerie silence passed and the noises of animals returned as he rose, head of pink hair laced through his fingers, and started to walk towards the other soon to be dead ninjas.
His steps faltered for a moment. Turning, the Akatsuki member regarded the headless body with a sad sort of acceptance, but as soon as the feeling came it passed and in its wake contentment took hold. He turned and wake away then uttering his farewell words to the recently departed.
“Bitch.”
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Sakura’s body jerked up and off her bed in a start. She groggily and frantically observed her surroundings while desperately clutching to her neck as if it had to be held in place. The strong pitter of her heart slowed as she came to slow realization that she had only had a nightmare, again. The same one she has had for the past two years since her personal encounter with a certain proclaimed ‘holy man’ of the Akatsuki. Gaining some composure, Sakura forced herself to be calm. Lifting her bruised bottom form the floor, Sakura threw her body back to her bed, much like a dog would do when tired, facing the ceiling with many thoughts flowing through her head.
“Three levels, Hidan,” Was the semi official name in the five great ninja nation’s bingo books she had found out after surviving certain death. He was originally from mist and he is the eighth member in the Akatsuki organization, a replacement for Orochimaru. Any other information was gained on the personal level, like the information on his rituals, and kept within a need to know basis.
Giving off an annoyed sigh from already needing to heal herself and from falling off the bed again, Sakura pulled her body off the bed and trudged towards her bathroom. She deposited her clothing on the floor, taking a moment to examine the purple flesh of her neither cheeks, and stepped into the tub turning on her western styled shower. The frigid water stuck Sakura’s body and elected a gasp from her, waking her fully up. Turning the knob to ‘hot’ and gathering scentless shampoo in her hands, Sakura allowed her body to work on automatic as she wondered about the things to come.
In the last meeting between Wind country and Fire country it was collectively decided to track down and protect the vassals of demons to stop whatever goal the Akatsuki meant to achieve. So today would end her two week vacation and begin her job as tactician/ medic for the ‘Special Forces’ joined to track the remaining living JinchuuRiki. It was a wonder so many were alive with all the years that have passed, but it seems that many got the hint to go into hiding. To bad ‘divine will’ would not let them hide forever.
Two years ago the Akatsuki had three kills under their respectfully terrifying belts, and now they have five, slow kills but still unyielding. Naruto has been forced to avoid confrontation with them for sometime now, but that makes him more of a prime target; therefore he is a kept very much hidden and defended at all times. (That sadly meant that their time together was cut in half Sakura supplied in her mind with an added dejected sign.) Leaving only three bodies to track down and provide protection for.
Sakura gave a huff, globed an amount of conditioner in her hands, and idly wondered why she had to go baby sit persons she did not know and risk her life just so they could die a couple years later from the excessive strain of containing a demon.
Mentally smacking her little inner demon for making her be completely unlike herself, Sakura put Naruto in her mind and thought about losing him. That though alone renewed her fervor in the mission she would be co-captain in. Passion bubbled in her stomach in -the now- powerful need to protect her targets. In an over excited frenzy Sakura lost herself in the moment and punched the air, screaming “Hell yeah I’ll protect them!” before rejoining her outer conscious in her cleaning activities. Teeth, body, and hair crisp and clean Sakura moved out of the shower and into the steam filled room.
Towel dried and dressed with the monotonous routine of packing for a long mission, Sakura headed out of her mother’s house and towards the head tower where she would meet with her own four man team, Shikamaru’s four man team, and the infamous team Gai.
Waking passed the threshold of the house she has lived in for almost all her life, a slow breeze passed by causing the fine hair on her neck to raise with warning. In those footsteps Sakura could feel an ominous cloud hovering above her head and a heavy chill run down her spine. Already she could feel that not everyone was coming back, which may or may not include herself.
Psh. I can handle anything they throw at me. I’m the powerful Konoha Tree, rooted and strong! Divine will shall be on my side!
Even as her inner spirit yelled encouragement, the hairs on her neck only tightened their hold of an erect posture.
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AN: This can also be found on ff.net under the pen name of MoyE, but because I've recently decided to make an EXTREAMLY sexual contented chapter I decided to post it here as well.