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Adult ++
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Ch. 3
What's up, everybody! I'm surprised at the response of my fic! I just hope I can keep things interesting! I know it took awhile, but this big-ass dog broke in my room and took my laptop took me forever to hunt him down... jokes! Them's jokes, people! ^_^; Yeah, that was lame, I know.
Truthfully, though, I've been testing my ass off, trying to wind up things here in school so I can go back to my base in Japan I have a little less than a month left here. Damn, I sure miss their packaged ramen.... *sigh* Well, there's the chapter 3, and in the upcoming chapters, there might be some light-heartedness, but at the same time, some disturbing stuff, too. Hope you enjoy! EM
Ch. 3
Itachi was starting at the young man writhing on top of him. He smirked as his latest victim was riding him as though he really enjoyed it. But the truth was he was proud of himself at what he was able to accomplish.
This was something that really made things more fucked up than they were. He was finally able to pull off a deviation to his mangekyou sharingan: instead of having his victims suffer in inexplicable torment on a parallel plane for 24-72 hours, he switched it where they suffered pure pleasure. What was worse, depending on the person, the effects didn’t render one unconscious for long, it was rather short.
Instead, they craved sex when they awoke, and only from him. The person would still see Itachi in their mind’s eye, whenever they're awake. The after-effects, he noticed, would last at least a week, judging from the man above him. And he could beat the hell out of them too, and it didn’t matter either, because to them…
He was giving them pleasure.
So he could fatally injure them, and they would have no clue; they either met a death that was unforeseen, or they died slowly. Starting to get into things, he grabbed the dirty blonde’s waist, fingers bruising, and he thrust upwards to meet him. Grinning mischievously, he punched him a few times in the jaw for good measure, causing his latest prey to spurt his release on his chest. He collapsed on top of him, exhausted. The raven-haired man came shortly after.
“Get the fuck off me!” he growled.
He shoved the poor man onto the floor, and he sat upright, staring down the man who was crawling his way back towards him. The elder Uchiha smiled.
Yeah, this way was much, much sicker.
“Please, I want more of you…I want…” the man pleaded.
He stood and gave him a kick to his face, blood splattering onto the floor.
“Shit,” he huffed, "I got the floor dirty."
He had been hiding out in the deserted Uchiha complex in Konoha for a few months now. No one had dared to try to live there since he had killed off nearly his entire clan many years ago, save his little brother. Right now, he was hiding out, ironically enough, in his old house, keeping his chakra levels low to avoid detection. Every building in this place was cleaned up, furniture still in place except for those that were too bloodstained, and then boarded up.
Even he was surprised at how they honored his family.
No one dared to enter here, because many were afraid of the possible ‘spirits’ that were still floating about in unrest, and not even the ANBU and jounin patrolled this place, because they knew, positively, absolutely, that no one would dare come in here.
But they were dead wrong. It was hilarious to him that he was here in town, right under their damn noses.
The man in front of him was a wander, a former male prostitute who came into the village late one night about a week and a half ago. Despite the patrols, he got into the complex, and he wandered into his own house for shelter. Judging by the look on his face, he became smitten with him, and even tried to be ‘friendly’.
Poor, unlucky dumbass.
Itachi even became hospitable, for the first few days. Then one night, he raped him in his sleep, and beat him. Then he decided to try to alter his sharingan again. He mastered the ‘perverted’ version, as it were, and switched to his menacing one. Soon, he could pick whichever he chose to use. Depending on his mood, whenever he wanted to hear someone scream in pain and fear, he used his normal one. Whenever he just wanted to ‘play’ with them, he used the other.
This time, he figured, he’d set this one free, to send a message.
On how sick he could really be.
He dressed, grabbed the nude victim, and dashed out the door. When he was a good distance away from the compound, he stared into his eyes, smiled, and kissed him. The poor victim beamed, happy to receive such affection. Itachi kissed slowly down his neck, and then he bit him on the soft junction of his shoulder, hard enough to draw blood, stabbed him in the side, and shoved him away, disappearing in a soft swish of clothes, leaving him to wander.
He knew someone would find him.
But who to better give his ‘message’ to than to Kakashi’s team?
****
Naruto was pissed off that he was paired with Sakura as they did their rounds in their designated section of the village. Their border included part of the old Uchiha complex, but they only gave it a glance as they leapt over the rooftops.
“Damnit, why did I have to get paired off with you?” the blonde fox frowned.
“Because, you shithead, you’d only go off and make out with Sasuke if you were paired with him,” the pink-haired girl growled.
She wasn’t too crazy being paired off with him either; she knew that their sensei only wanted to have some ‘alone time’ with their friend. She saw the look on Sasuke’s face when it was revealed exactly who it was committing these vile acts. He was utterly pissed. It was almost as if he were playing a mind-fuck game with the entire village, and the young man knew it. Shit, this was just getting too damn scary; now, there were ANBU members patrolling the forest surrounding the village, as well as inside. They tightened the elite ninja’s numbers, barely letting any out for missions. Everyone had radios on them for emergency contact in case something happened.
They continued along the west wall when Naruto said, “I would not just go and make out while we’re on duty,” he puffed.
Sakura smiled, sending her friend a sidelong glance. “I dunno, judging by the way you were acting in the shower, I’d think you’d want to creep off and finish what you were about to start.”
“WHAT!! I would not! I swear our sensei’s rubbing off on you! I noticed you’ve started to read those damn books!” Naruto wailed.
“Damn, straight, as soon as we turned 17, we girls went straight to the bookstore. Come to think of it, a new one’s coming out soon. Remind me after shift to pick it up.” The girl said off handedly.
“I’m not helping you get some damn perv book!”
“Shit, the things you two do are worse than the damn books! Don’t be surprised if Jiraiya tries to peek in on you again.”
“Ha! Not a chance…hey, I smell blood, down there.” he said, sniffing the air.
They leaped into a side street, observing a trail of blood.
“Damn, we’ve got to find whoever it is, they’re critically injured,” Sakura hissed. She immediately ran down the street, following the trail.
“Wait, Sakura-chan! We can’t split up!” Naruto warned. He ran after her.
Sakura followed the trail; it went in a zig-zag, which meant they were very weak. She ran a few blocks when she stumbled across a nude blue haired young man, a little older than she. He had collapsed just short of the main thoroughfare of the town that held rows of shops.
“Hey, man, are you alright?” she said as she applied her chakra to stop the bleeding. She saw that it was a deep puncture wound on his left side; judging from the tear, they cruelly turned the kunai to keep it open.
‘Shit, I can’t do anything else; this kidney might have to be removed.’ she thought.
She made a note of the broken nose, and heavily bruised jaw, puffy lips. She got on the headset attached to her ear. “Kakashi, Sasuke, get over here! I found an injured man, just off the main strip.” She heard the man mumbling something in his sleep.
“Don’t speak, save your strength. We’ll get you to the hospital right away,” she told him solemnly. The next thing he said sent a chill down her spine:
“I-I-Itachi-sama, is that you? I…need you…”
Sakuka yelled into the radio:
“GET YOUR ASSES HERE NOW!!”
Truthfully, though, I've been testing my ass off, trying to wind up things here in school so I can go back to my base in Japan I have a little less than a month left here. Damn, I sure miss their packaged ramen.... *sigh* Well, there's the chapter 3, and in the upcoming chapters, there might be some light-heartedness, but at the same time, some disturbing stuff, too. Hope you enjoy! EM
Ch. 3
Itachi was starting at the young man writhing on top of him. He smirked as his latest victim was riding him as though he really enjoyed it. But the truth was he was proud of himself at what he was able to accomplish.
This was something that really made things more fucked up than they were. He was finally able to pull off a deviation to his mangekyou sharingan: instead of having his victims suffer in inexplicable torment on a parallel plane for 24-72 hours, he switched it where they suffered pure pleasure. What was worse, depending on the person, the effects didn’t render one unconscious for long, it was rather short.
Instead, they craved sex when they awoke, and only from him. The person would still see Itachi in their mind’s eye, whenever they're awake. The after-effects, he noticed, would last at least a week, judging from the man above him. And he could beat the hell out of them too, and it didn’t matter either, because to them…
He was giving them pleasure.
So he could fatally injure them, and they would have no clue; they either met a death that was unforeseen, or they died slowly. Starting to get into things, he grabbed the dirty blonde’s waist, fingers bruising, and he thrust upwards to meet him. Grinning mischievously, he punched him a few times in the jaw for good measure, causing his latest prey to spurt his release on his chest. He collapsed on top of him, exhausted. The raven-haired man came shortly after.
“Get the fuck off me!” he growled.
He shoved the poor man onto the floor, and he sat upright, staring down the man who was crawling his way back towards him. The elder Uchiha smiled.
Yeah, this way was much, much sicker.
“Please, I want more of you…I want…” the man pleaded.
He stood and gave him a kick to his face, blood splattering onto the floor.
“Shit,” he huffed, "I got the floor dirty."
He had been hiding out in the deserted Uchiha complex in Konoha for a few months now. No one had dared to try to live there since he had killed off nearly his entire clan many years ago, save his little brother. Right now, he was hiding out, ironically enough, in his old house, keeping his chakra levels low to avoid detection. Every building in this place was cleaned up, furniture still in place except for those that were too bloodstained, and then boarded up.
Even he was surprised at how they honored his family.
No one dared to enter here, because many were afraid of the possible ‘spirits’ that were still floating about in unrest, and not even the ANBU and jounin patrolled this place, because they knew, positively, absolutely, that no one would dare come in here.
But they were dead wrong. It was hilarious to him that he was here in town, right under their damn noses.
The man in front of him was a wander, a former male prostitute who came into the village late one night about a week and a half ago. Despite the patrols, he got into the complex, and he wandered into his own house for shelter. Judging by the look on his face, he became smitten with him, and even tried to be ‘friendly’.
Poor, unlucky dumbass.
Itachi even became hospitable, for the first few days. Then one night, he raped him in his sleep, and beat him. Then he decided to try to alter his sharingan again. He mastered the ‘perverted’ version, as it were, and switched to his menacing one. Soon, he could pick whichever he chose to use. Depending on his mood, whenever he wanted to hear someone scream in pain and fear, he used his normal one. Whenever he just wanted to ‘play’ with them, he used the other.
This time, he figured, he’d set this one free, to send a message.
On how sick he could really be.
He dressed, grabbed the nude victim, and dashed out the door. When he was a good distance away from the compound, he stared into his eyes, smiled, and kissed him. The poor victim beamed, happy to receive such affection. Itachi kissed slowly down his neck, and then he bit him on the soft junction of his shoulder, hard enough to draw blood, stabbed him in the side, and shoved him away, disappearing in a soft swish of clothes, leaving him to wander.
He knew someone would find him.
But who to better give his ‘message’ to than to Kakashi’s team?
****
Naruto was pissed off that he was paired with Sakura as they did their rounds in their designated section of the village. Their border included part of the old Uchiha complex, but they only gave it a glance as they leapt over the rooftops.
“Damnit, why did I have to get paired off with you?” the blonde fox frowned.
“Because, you shithead, you’d only go off and make out with Sasuke if you were paired with him,” the pink-haired girl growled.
She wasn’t too crazy being paired off with him either; she knew that their sensei only wanted to have some ‘alone time’ with their friend. She saw the look on Sasuke’s face when it was revealed exactly who it was committing these vile acts. He was utterly pissed. It was almost as if he were playing a mind-fuck game with the entire village, and the young man knew it. Shit, this was just getting too damn scary; now, there were ANBU members patrolling the forest surrounding the village, as well as inside. They tightened the elite ninja’s numbers, barely letting any out for missions. Everyone had radios on them for emergency contact in case something happened.
They continued along the west wall when Naruto said, “I would not just go and make out while we’re on duty,” he puffed.
Sakura smiled, sending her friend a sidelong glance. “I dunno, judging by the way you were acting in the shower, I’d think you’d want to creep off and finish what you were about to start.”
“WHAT!! I would not! I swear our sensei’s rubbing off on you! I noticed you’ve started to read those damn books!” Naruto wailed.
“Damn, straight, as soon as we turned 17, we girls went straight to the bookstore. Come to think of it, a new one’s coming out soon. Remind me after shift to pick it up.” The girl said off handedly.
“I’m not helping you get some damn perv book!”
“Shit, the things you two do are worse than the damn books! Don’t be surprised if Jiraiya tries to peek in on you again.”
“Ha! Not a chance…hey, I smell blood, down there.” he said, sniffing the air.
They leaped into a side street, observing a trail of blood.
“Damn, we’ve got to find whoever it is, they’re critically injured,” Sakura hissed. She immediately ran down the street, following the trail.
“Wait, Sakura-chan! We can’t split up!” Naruto warned. He ran after her.
Sakura followed the trail; it went in a zig-zag, which meant they were very weak. She ran a few blocks when she stumbled across a nude blue haired young man, a little older than she. He had collapsed just short of the main thoroughfare of the town that held rows of shops.
“Hey, man, are you alright?” she said as she applied her chakra to stop the bleeding. She saw that it was a deep puncture wound on his left side; judging from the tear, they cruelly turned the kunai to keep it open.
‘Shit, I can’t do anything else; this kidney might have to be removed.’ she thought.
She made a note of the broken nose, and heavily bruised jaw, puffy lips. She got on the headset attached to her ear. “Kakashi, Sasuke, get over here! I found an injured man, just off the main strip.” She heard the man mumbling something in his sleep.
“Don’t speak, save your strength. We’ll get you to the hospital right away,” she told him solemnly. The next thing he said sent a chill down her spine:
“I-I-Itachi-sama, is that you? I…need you…”
Sakuka yelled into the radio:
“GET YOUR ASSES HERE NOW!!”