A Scrap of Humanity

A scrap of Humanity


Part II


To think of him


(Naruto POV)


I think I remember that time when I was afraid of thunder. I think, but only vaguely. There was a hunter, I remember, though not his face. I remember the way voicvoice sounded though. Soft and deep, and lusty almost. Had I the knowledge that I have now, I might have thought that. His voice and scent is all I can remember about him, but it is enough. I always dream about him though. I tried to chase away my obsession with him by taking a crush on one of the most popular girls in the genin class, but it doesn't work so well. She will never live up to him. There is one person though that I could find myself leaning towards. It's my rival and teammate, but that's only because he reminds me so much of that hunter. Even his scent is similar to him. Sasuke has the same scent of blood and sweat and pain, the same scent of hot tea and rainstorms, just like my savior, but his scent lacks in one thing. Danger, and it's the only way I could describe the scent of the hunter. It's an intoxicating smell, and even if I were to ever become something with my fellow teammate, it would never be what I want, because he can't fill that void of wanting the hunter to return and keep his promise to me.


I promised him to get strong, and I am seeing improvements in myself, but they aren't good enough for him. I know that they aren't. He was so powerful, and I am no where near his level of strength. Here I am lazing about, tired after a long day of training, and thinking of him. I can only remember his name when I'm asleep, and then when I wake up, it's suddenly not in my mind. I know it's wr but but I can't help being infatuated with him. Hell, I can't even remember fully what he looks like, it was years ago, but I remember how warm he felt, even dripping with rainwater and blood, and in some part of me, that has become an arousing scent.


As I close my eyes, I can picture the tall figure in black with the white assasin mask covering his face. I can feel those strong arms wrapping around me and suddenly it's too hot in my room. I can feel the heat from his body as he pulls me close again trailing his fingers through my matted hair. Even if I don't personally know what it would feel like with him there to do such things to me, I would imagine this is at least how good it would feel. I can almost hear his voice whispering to me as I stretch out. Heat spreads across my cheeks as I touch myself, my hands lingering on the sensitive spot right around the curse seal I learned of not too long ago.


Curiosly I let my hands venture further southward imagining that it's his graceful fingers playing with my senses. His handsare so deft in their motions and I can feel the heat coursing through my veins as his hands stop to rest on the most personal parts of my body. I can hear him whispering to me again, calming words, arousing words. My mind can't tell the difference. Everything he says seems to drip like sex from his lips and I am helpless to stop it, nor do I care to.
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The heat in my body pools around the of of my stomach and lower and as his movements speed up so does my heartbeat. Gasps are coming from my parted lips, but I don't care, I just want him to finish his treatment because I'm too impatient to hold out. I can feel the pressure building within me, and then stars flood my vision and I'm left there panting what I think are the sounds of his name.


My soiled hand comes to rest over my eyes as a few tears escape. I'm still young, and yet I'm fantasizing about that. I bet that he doesn't even want me to think of him like that, and yet I can't stop myself. Ashamed with my behavior I roll over and drift into dreams where I can be tortured of more similar visions.


(Itachi POV)


Naruto doesn't know that I've been watching his progress. I admit that he is getting stronger, but he isn't quite ready yet. I also will admit, that he has indeed grown into a pretty little thing. While his beauty isn't the same graceful appearance of Sasuke or the Uchiha clan, it still retains its own exotic taste. His skin has darkened as he has spent many hours on end working on that goal that I gave him so long ago. When I first started watching him again I wondered if he remembered my promise, but time and careful attention to detail told me that he did indeed remember it even if he didn't recall who I was. I've grown to appreciate him, not only for his undying will, but his beauty as a whole. While aesthetic to look upon alone, I can see much deeper than the surface. I can see the strength in him, and even without the Kyuubi, I'm sure he'd make an excellent hunter, despite the unorthodox manner of his ninjutsu.


Speaking of appreciation for him though, I've noticed another's attention. How ironic that my brother would be the one to be his rival. And while I respect my little Sasuke's ability, I know he isn't as strong as Naruto. He knows it too, and as much of a deal as he makes it seem that he is stronger, it's all an excuse tond tnd time with my little blonde shinobi. I staked my claim to him a long time and and I'll be damned if my brother gets his hands on him and hurts him. I can sense it though, if Naruto is not ready soon I will have to come and get him prematurely and finish his training myself. Sasuke has already taken a hold on Naruto's destiny and I can see where it's going to end.


Naruto is trying to ignore the advances that Sasuke is making on him, he he can't help but be flattered by it. I know that Sasuke lusts for him, so that is why I followed Naruto tonight to make sure that he doesn't forget that he is mine.


I gave him the best illusion possible, and the fact that he doesn't want to escape from it tells me that despite having little memory of me, he has been constantly thinking of me to a point of obsession. And that is exactly how I want it. He has willingly let himself become infatuated with me, and little does he know that I want him to be like that. Why else would I have told him to stay innocent for me?

It's hard to keep myself from touching him while he is in this state, but I don't want to taint his innocence just yet. I know that if I touch him now, there will be no stopping me from taking what I want of him. I want him to desire it and desire it so strongly that he would all but beg for me. I know that it sounds like control, but really this illusions are low level and any sign of resistance from him and they would break. But the fact is that he wants it. He hangs onto those visions waiting faithfully for me to come and whisk him away from his hell. When that time comes, I'll be more than happy to oblige that wish, but for now, I will watch from the shadows as he grows.


A/N: Different format, so everyone can see what both parties think of the situation. The leap in time to naruto being just barely a teenager is pretty obvious, but just in case, he's 12 and part of team 7. More soon.