Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ A Shinobi Can't Love ❯ Escape ( Prologue )

A Shinobi Can't Love

 

Prologue: Escape

 

{Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, I only own Kakashi, the sexiest ninja ever. I have owned him since December 1999, so all of you American fangirls can go run along now. I have loved him since the moment I picked up that issue of JUMP…}

 

Author's Note: This fic has been revised over and over and over again. Oh, the sleepless nights I have spent writing… Still I really prefer drawing since it's my specialty, as all of my friends know. This fic takes place two years after Sasuke joins Orochimaru and includes my original character, Akari. I won't be able to update very often though since I have yet to get my own computer. Anyway, this may seem really short but I promise the other chapters will be longer! This is in Akari's POV. Enjoy!

 

-Nana

 

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The delicate glass basin of water seemed to reflect everything. It sat upon a cherry wood table, patches of red beginning to show. The water in the basin swirled with a delicate pink hue. Drops of the reddest blood fell into the basin, slowly, methodically. I held the blood in my hand; the cut was so deep the blood was coming in small amounts. It wouldn't last long, once my body exited this state of shock the blood would poor into the water. Shapes began to flow in the increasingly red water. An eye red as blood sat in the middle of it all. A ring of black encircled the eye. Around the pupil there were three magatama shapes all revolving around the pupil. Could it be an Uchiha? No… he's far too young. And the other one possesses the mangenkyou, not this. A character began to form beneath the eye; this was what I had waited for.

 

“What are you doing?”

 

The voice behind me broke my concentration; the shapes were separated as the blood from my hand dribbled into the basin. I turned to see Kabuto leaning on the doorframe, his weary eyes reflected in the moonlight. His tousled white hair fell to the middle of his back and swept over his slender shoulders. The rest of him was hidden beneath a robe that revealed a triangle of firm muscled chest. He stalked towards me his long legs making slow strides.

 

“What do you want?” My voice was level and firm. It was quite unlike my heart, which seemed to be pounding impossibly hard.

 

Kabuto settled himself at my shoulder and took my hand. The blood was now pouring out in steady stream; I winced as he pulled it towards him. His gaze lingered on me for a moment, drawing my eyes to his own charcoal colored ones. My attention was drawn back to my hand. Kabuto turned it palm up and kissed it on the wound. I knew he had healed it though the pain still dwelled. He raised his head to meet my gaze. His lips were smeared crimson in my blood.

 

He placed his lips upon mine letting me taste the sweet metallic liquid. He pushed his tongue into my mouth delivering another taste of blood. We explored each other, his lips pressed against mine hard enough to hurt. His hands played at my breasts squeezing them until I gave a moan of pain. I placed my arms around his neck winding up my fists in his hair. He pinned me to the wall and I could feel him hard and ready even between the thick fabric of the robe.

 

We broke the kiss to settle onto the bed. I lay beneath him, the silk of the sheets rubbing against my legs. Kabuto looked at me as if to drink me in. He kissed me then, long and deep, his mouth feeding at mine while his hands explored inside my robe to find the flesh of my breasts. He rubbed his hands along them, feeling them, caressing my nipples. They were already hard by the time he found them.

 

He took one of my breasts in his mouth and I felt something low within me tighten. He passed his tongue over my nipple sucking softly at it. Without warning he bit down upon it causing me to gasp. I tightened my grip in his hair, the sensation was overwhelming. Kabuto pulled the robe the rest of the way off me; his was already open. He put his arms out to either side of me and dipped his face close to mine. He whispered right beside my ear, it was a sound that chilled me.

 

“Is this really the last time?”

 

“Yes.” I answered.

 

“Then let's make it good.”

 

He slowly pushed his way inside me trying to get every last bit of him in. I still wasn't wet enough to allow him in easily. I closed my eyes and relished in this feeling. The point right before pain turns to pleasure. He sheathed himself inside me like a sword; I took in a shaky breath. Suddenly he removed his length and thrust back inside me, over and over he repeated this tearing a gasp from my throat. He was going so hard his hips ground against mine. I dug my fingernails into his buttocks hard enough that I created little half moons in his skin. I felt his spine shiver as he felt the small half moons fill with his blood. Sweat dripped down his chest making his body glisten in the moonlight.

 

He gripped my waist and forced me onto my front, he wanted to do everything before we reached our peak. He was rough again, shoving the length of him inside me. My hands found the headboard and held on. The feeling of it all was incredible. His testicles slapped against my buttocks, he was going too fast to keep this up for long. He placed his hands over mine on the headboard and drove in even harder now. He drew in his breath in shaking gasps, barely making his voice audible.

 

“I want you… on top now. I want to see your breasts dance above me.”

 

He settled himself beside me and rolled onto his back; he was still long and impossibly hard. I sat myself above him and straddled his hips to find the right position. As soon as I was ready I eased his length into me making sure I contained every last bit of his solid flesh. My hands were shaking on either side of Kabuto's shoulders. I drew him in as deep as he could go and then pulled him out. I thrust him in again, my hips finding a rhythm. I ground my hips against his letting myself feel everything. I pulled back out and led him inside me, slowly at first but progressively faster until he dug his fingers into my buttocks and screamed. I rode him and listened to his cries.

 

I fell onto him with his length still inside me. We both screamed as pleasure rolled over us in waves, my body tightened and convulsed on top of his; his seed dripped out of me and onto him. We were in our own world of pleasure with nothing to disturb us. I lay on top of him my hands in his hair once again. My face pressed against his chest until he lifted it up towards him. We both began to laugh, we laughed uncontrollably for a reason no one but us would ever understand.

 

I lay there on top of Kabuto for what seemed like an eternity. His chest was drenched with sweat but I didn't want to move. If this was the last time we would ever be together then I wanted to remember everything. The way his hair stuck slightly to his sweat covered neck, the smell of his cologne still stuck to his skin, his arm wrapped around my shoulders and most of all that he was still inside me. I looked down at our legs, which were intertwined from the sex. His seed was dripping from his leg onto the red silk sheets. It was going to stain like a bitch but that would be proof of what we did.

 

Kabuto stirred beneath me. He slid himself out from between my legs and moved me aside. He put his robe back on and began to make for the door.

 

“Wait! Where are you going?” My voice was rough from exhaustion.

 

“I need to go back to my room. And you need to get out of here as fast as you can. You can't think that your father isn't going to come see what's up.”

 

I slid off the bed and went to Kabuto. I was still naked but I didn't care. I took his hands in mine and looked up into his ebony eyes.

 

“You won't come with me? No matter what I say?” I wrapped my arms around his waist and embraced him. I already knew his answer.

 

“No… I can't. I would only slow you down. And… you need to find that someone else to love. I'm not the one for you. Your readings have shown you that.” His voice was choked and tears rolled down his cheeks. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders, his own shook with his sobs. He had seen what was in the basin. He knew that the one for me wasn't he. What he didn't know was his own fate. A fate so sad I couldn't tell him. I bit down on my lip and tasted salt in my mouth. I was crying too.

 

I pushed away from Kabuto and turned my head away from him as he left. This way I didn't truly have to say goodbye. I didn't want to accept that he wasn't the one for me. I didn't want to know what his fate contained. But I knew both of these things and knew that they couldn't be changed. After all, it was fate.

 

I turned to the closet and opened the doors. It was a giant walk in closet complete with a 270-degree mirror. Clothes hung on satin hangers and lined the walls, above the clothes on the racks were various hats, scarves and accessories. Half of which I had never worn. My shoes rested in boxes below the clothes so I had easy access. Most of these clothes were gifts from my father. He routinely went to other countries and villages while I was locked away in this hellish complex. Father had never let me go with him claiming that I would bewitch men upon sight. Yeah right. I picked out a few articles of clothing, all of which were black.

 

I pulled on a black laced bra and a matching pair of panties. The outfit I had picked out looked good enough. A black knit v-neck halter-top covered the fishnet beneath. The skirt I had chosen was leather and went halfway down my thighs. There were slits on either side of the skirt, which were tied together with a crisscross of thin satin ribbons. My boots were leather and covered my knees. They happened to have a slight heel but thankfully not enough to be a hindrance when I ran. I zipped up the boots and fastened the silver studs at the top that held the leather in place.

 

The hallway outside of my room was empty save for a spider or two. My heels clacked on the cold stone of the floor. The noise echoed and seemed to carry forever until I was sure my father must have heard it. I took three more steps and stopped. Something was wrong. My corridor should at least have a few guards prowling around. Then the smell reached me. Sweet, hot and slightly metallic. There was enough blood in the air to make me gag.

 

“They allowed Kabuto in to your room. If these fools cannot even keep one man out of your bed then they have no purpose.” A soft voice with an undertone of anger, a voice I had heard all too often.

 

I turned to face my father. Drops of crimson blood splashed across his skin. It was a delicate white like a porcelain doll. His cheekbones were high and sculpted but had a fine edge to them giving him a slightly hollow look. What haunted me were his eyes. They weren't like a normal person's eyes; they were golden and slanting with thin snake-like pupils. His eyes seemed to follow me wherever I went, I was always being watched by those golden eyes. He was the great snake, Orochimaru.

 

“Father.”

 

“Exactly what do you think you are doing?”

 

I paused for a moment; his eyes seemed to paralyze me. Those horrible eyes filled me with fear and made my throat dry. I wanted to claw at my own eyes and rid myself of his gaze.

 

“Answer me, Akari.”

 

“I am leaving. I… I refuse to stay here a moment longer.”

 

A slow chuckle escaped from his throat and turned into a hiss of rage. His eyes seemed to go impossibly wide and lights danced around his pupils. “LEAVE?! WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU CAN LEAVE?! YOU ARE MY DAUGHTER AND MY PROPERTY, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?! YOU DO NOTHING WITHOUT MY PERMISSION!”

 

As he screamed he lunged at me, clamping my wrists in his hands. I raised my knee and hit him in the groin as hard as I could. He buckled and cringed so I ran down the hall listening to my shoes hit the ground. Before long I felt a wave of chakra hit me in the back. I flew forward and smashed into the wall. Blood ran in rivulets down my back and my spine seemed to quiver from the force of the impact.

 

As I struggled to my feet a hand gripped my shoulder. I was flung into the other wall, my head slammed hard against the stone. Grey and white flowers of light danced in front of my eyes. A foot drove into my ribs taking away all of my breath. Over and over he kicked me in the side until I got to my knees and threw up. Blood mingled with the bile, a sign he had damaged an organ.

 

My father pulled me up by the hair and spun me on my heels until I faced him. His face was that of some fierce animal now. His lips curled into a sort of half sneer.

 

“There. Ready to go back to your room now?”

 

I slowly slid my hand on my thigh until I felt a knife shaft protruding from my boot. I gripped it tightly and yanked it out of the boot and tore into the flesh of Orochimaru's thigh. He dropped me but I remained on my knees driving the knife in deeper until I felt it hit something hard. I drew the knife out and saw the whiteness of a bone peer through the severed muscles and surging blood. He howled and reached out to me, a venomous look on his face. One that said he would do worse to me than kill me.

 

I fled through the hall and reached the double doors leading out of the complex. I threw myself into the reinforced steel, hoping the doors weren't locked. They opened up like arms spreading apart. I felt the humid summer air hit my face. I had never wanted so badly to be free. I landed feet first on the ground and savored the smell of the forest, rich and green, leaf mold so wet and new it made my throat tight.

 

Through the forest I ran, not caring where I went, all I knew is that it would be away from here, away from my father. I was free for the first time in my life.

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Well, that was a pretty bad prologue but the other chapters will be better, I promise! I would love to hear what you think so please review this! I also want to take suggestions for future chapters! You can E-mail me at fanciful_winds@yahoo.com. Also know that I do not like to just put ideas on paper. Unlike some other people I don't pull stuff out of my ass and slap it on Mediaminer or other Fan fiction sites. Thanks!

 

-Nana