Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Life Drabbles ❯ Because He Loves Me ( Chapter 2 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: shattered-words 
He said he loved me as he tore my life apart. He kissed my tears away as he spilled my blood... [OC, no actual pairings, dark themes]
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Shounen / Romance / Drama / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.24.2007 | Updated On: 10.15.2007 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.4K | Visits: 214 | Status: Completed
He said he loved me as he tore my life apart. He kissed my tears away as he spilled my blood... [OC, no actual pairings, dark themes]
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Shounen / Romance / Drama / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.24.2007 | Updated On: 10.15.2007 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.4K | Visits: 214 | Status: Completed
Because He Loves Me
Author: shattered-words
Disclaimer: If I owned Naruto, it’d be called ‘Gaara’. So, isn’t it a shame that I don’t own it? (“Never Too Late” belongs to Three Days Grace)
Summary: He said he loved me as he tore my life apart. He kissed my tears away as he spilled my blood... [OC, no actual pairings, dark]
AN: Wah! I didn’t realize that I’d put the clean version on mediaminer! >.< Sorry about that. I originally had two versions, the clean and explicit version and the latter was supposed to be posted here. Then I went and posted the clean version on both ff.net and this site. Here is the updated version! Be warned though, this is the explicit version for a reason! If you are underage, please don’t read this. You have been warned!
WARNING: rape, suicide, violence, and strong graphic descriptions!
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“Never too late. Even if I say it’ll be alright. Still I hear you say you want to end your life. Now and again, we try to just stay alive...”
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Erizawa Miwako was a sight to any that happened to come into contact with her. Her shoulder length black hair was always pulled back into twin pigtails at the back of her head and her emerald eyes flashed mischievously every time she grinned. She had an almost never ending supply of energy and got into many rows with the boys in her class. Her parents scolded her and tried to get her to be more like a normal girl, and her older brother told her to be careful that she didn’t hurt herself.
She loved her Aniki, a lot. Her sister, Naoki was nice but she was always too busy. And her younger brother, Keiichi, was too small to play with her yet. So, she only had Ryohei, which indulged her and trained her, but it was mostly playing around.
Miwako loved her brother, but there was someone that she loved even more. It was a secret since she wasn’t supposed to feel such things toward this person. She had tried to express this to her mother one day and the woman had slapped her and claimed that her feelings were a sin.
It was strange that she said that, since she knew that the love she felt didn’t feel like a sin. The love she felt was completely real. However, the person she felt it for was her friend, Itagaki Akemi, a girl.
She hadn’t told her nii-san about this since she was afraid that he’d react the same way and look at her with the same eyes that her mother had fixed her with. Miwako hated that look, but she couldn’t help whom she fell in love with, could she?
There had been boys that she liked as well but what she felt for Akemi was stronger and almost frightening to her. She wanted to touch her just to feel her skin against her fingers. This was a strange thing for an eleven-year-old to feel (eleven years and eight months, but still eleven years old nonetheless).
Her mother had demanded that she quit hanging out with the Itagaki but she refused. Miwako had defied her by running away from home. It was the biggest mistake of her life.
The first place she had run was to Akemi’s home, knowing only that she wanted to be with the other, taller girl. She’d knocked on the door but it hadn’t been her standing there. “Is...Akemi-chan at home?” she asked hesitantly.
The older boy standing in front of her peered down at her smaller frame with a strange grin. She had sporadically seen him since she had met her friend and had hardly spoken with him. Miwako had caught him staring at her several times, and there was something in his eyes that scared her, and she saw it now. This was Akemi’s older brother, Motoki. He was fifteen years old now and had already attained the rank of Chunin.
“Iie,” he told her quietly. His voice had chilled her and she wanted to turn and run. “My parents and she have gone to visit relatives on the other side of Suna.” He had dark brown hair like his sister and his bangs always seemed to hide his eyes from her. Motoki paused as he noticed her pack. “What is this?”
“I...wanted to talk with Akemi-chan,” she muttered, taking a step back as she shouldered the pack quickly. If the girl was not here then there was no use in sticking around. He gave her the chills.
Motoki reached out and seized her by the arm. “Have you run away from home?” he asked her with a tilt of his head. His bangs parted and she was met with his eyes, and they seemed to peer into the very depths of her soul. She realized that he didn’t have black eyes like Akemi, but were an intoxicating sea-green.
“I better go,” she muttered, trying to pull her arm free. His grip was like iron and he easily pulled her inside from the darkened doorstep. There was no one out at this time of night that would see her being dragged into the house.
“Come in,” he told her in an annoyed voice. “I hate talking in an open doorway where everyone can hear.” He released her after he’d firmly closed and locked the door. Then he turned and made his way into the living room and it was almost like he knew that she’d follow after him.
Miwako glanced almost desperately toward the door but she found herself hurrying after him. She had no where else to go and besides, this was Akemi’s older brother, not any stranger that wanted to take advantage of her.
“W...when are they coming back,” she asked hesitantly as he plopped down on the couch. A shrug was all the answer he gave. She paused and thought about her next answer. “Would I be able to stay here, until Akemi-chan returns?”
Motoki leaned his head back against the couch and peered at her with eyes that seemed to taunt her. “Why did you run away from home?” he asked her instead. His tone indicated that he wanted the truth.
The younger girl was silent for several moments as she fidgeted in the door, not daring to step foot into the living room. Her shoes had been left at the entrance and her sock clad feet shuffled nervously. “My mother said I couldn’t lo...play with Akemi anymore.”
He didn’t miss the slight change in words as his eyes narrowed. “What is my sister to you?” he asked next, his tone not wavering in the least.
Miwako was at a loss for words when he asked that and answered the safest thing. “She’s my friend,” she assured him, but a slight blush spread over her tanned features.
His lips pulled into a thin, bloodless line as his eyes narrowed dangerously. She could feel the anger rolling off him like waves and she stepped back in alarm. Then it was gone in the next second as she blinked in confusion. He stood and she would have backed away but he turned toward the opposite direction, where the stairs were located.
“You may stay but they will not return until tomorrow night,” he told her and moved up the stairs without another word. When he’d gone she was still staring after him in puzzlement.
Her stomach took that moment to growl and she plopped down on the kitchen table and opened her pack to digest the bit of food she’d managed to take from her own home. She looked around at the almost impeccable kitchen and inviting living room. However, something was telling her to flee from the house this instant. Miwako would wish for many nights to come that she had heeded that advice.
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She had managed to find Akemi’s bedroom and had relished the idea of sleeping in her bed and perhaps, borrowing some of her clothes. Of course she had brought her own but this was her one chance to wear the other girl’s clothing to bed. It would almost be like lying wrapped up in Akemi.
A giggle escaped her lips as she stripped for a hot shower and emerged ten minutes later, unaware that she was being watched until she caught sight of Motoki standing in the doorway. He was casually leaning against the open door as if he belonged there, arms crossed over his chest and his face set in a blank expression.
Miwako squeaked in surprise and unconsciously pulled the nightgown down, which came to her knees. “Itagaki-san, you scared me,” she gasped, trying to calm her heartbeat.
He tilted his head as if apologizing but no such words left his lips. “Call me Motoki,” he told her with a smile that did not reach his eyes. She shivered and chalked it up to just having taken a shower. “You better dry your hair properly before going to bed. Don’t want you to get sick.”
With that statement he turned and left as he turned right and headed toward his own room. She sighed in relief and quickly rushed forward to close and lock the door. The small girl leaned against the wooden surface and took in a deep breath before moving back into the room.
She recovered the towel that had fallen when he’d startled her and started to quickly dry her hair since she really didn’t want to get sick. When she was sure it was fairly dry, she flicked off the switch and slipped into the bed and under the soft covers.
Her eyes stared up at the darkened ceiling for several minutes but then sleep started to make her eyelids heavy before it finally claimed her. She slipped into the comforting darkness with a sigh and unconsciously rolled onto her side.
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The Erizawa didn’t hear the door unlock and then open or the person creep silently inside. The weight of the bed shifted slightly and something heavy pressed against her body and limbs. Miwako was only vaguely aware as a face was pressed against her neck and a tongue sensually ran along her throat as she groaned.
The small girl was startled awake as a hand slipped up the night grown and touched her bare thigh. Her eyes snapped open and her mouth parted in a scream, but a hand clamped over it before she could. She locked emerald orbs on the person hovering over her, pressing her into the mattress and was shocked to see that it was Motoki.
Miwako struggled as he hushed her, whispering in her ear. “Shh, don’t make a sound,” he chastised in that cold voice. When he removed his hand, she obeyed as if she already knew what the consequences would be. She whimpered when he pushed the night gown up with one hand as the other parted her legs.
“Iie,” she cried, trying to push him off but he growled and pressed her more firmly into the mattress. “Onegai, Motoki-san!” Her voice was almost a whisper as she pleaded.
Motoki chuckled as he let his lips press against her quivering ones and then met her scared emerald eyes. “Gomen,” he muttered as he leaned toward her neck once more. He pressed his lips and sucked against the juncture between her throat and shoulder, feeling her racing pulse beneath. “I’m afraid, you tempt me too much.”
The smaller girl shook her head and tried to wiggle from beneath him only to be painfully restrained. “Don’t make me hurt your beautiful flesh,” he warned as his sea-green eyes flashed dangerously.
Miwako shuddered as he continued his advances and she cried out as he pulled the night grown completely off. “Tomare, Motoki-san!” she sobbed, tears streaking her features.
He did stop and grasped her face within his hands, tears leaking past her lids to dampen his finger tips. “I can’t stop,” he said apologetically.
She moaned in pain as his hand pushed her leg further apart. “Dosh’te?” she asked, trying to deter him from his actions.
He paused again and lifted his head slightly, bangs falling into his mercilessly eyes and obscuring them in shadows so they looked sinister. “Because I love you,” he told her, as if it were the simplest thing in the world.
Miwako’s eyes widened in horror at his sudden declaration. “Iie,” she muttered as she saw a grin spread over his features. She shook her head as he reached out to her and she desperately tried to pull away. “Iie!” His mouth sealed over hers once more.
“Akemi will not steal you from me,” he muttered. “I won’t let her.” His fingers bit into the flesh of her face. “You will stay away from her, understood?”
The Erizawa shook her head and tried to get away. He held her in place once again as she screamed. Motoki merely chuckled at the sound that resounded off the walls of the darkened bedroom.
His hand fumbled with his pants and he pushed them down and off before kicking them to the floor. She tried to get free while he did this but his hands tightened painfully around her smaller wrists as she cried out in pain. He leaned back between her legs and she was horrified as something hard pressed against her parted thighs and the folds of her sensitive flesh.
“Onegai, Motoki-san!” she sobbed once more as he pressed his hips forward, feeling him parting her slowly. She lifted terrified emerald eyes and saw the deranged smile that split his handsome features before he thrust forward abruptly. A surge of white hot pain rushed from her nether regions all across her body, and her mouth parted in a scream but his lips fastened over hers to cut off the exclamation of pain as tears ran down her cheeks.
Motoki pulled back and then rammed back into her without restraint and tenderness as she cried out, the sounds muffled by his mouth that stole her air until her vision swam. He pulled away and thrust into her once more as she gasped and cried out as blood ran down her thighs and stained the sheets underneath, Akemi’s sheets.
Miwako lost track of how many times he defiled her and only remembered the pain and the strong scent of blood. When he released himself inside of her once more he finally pulled back and she whimpered as he slipped out of her torn and bleeding opening. She knew that he had torn her insides but she remained where she was, looking up at the ceiling in an unblinking stare as tears continued to trail down her face.
When he reached out to caress her face she didn’t flinch away anymore and she felt his fingers bite into her features as he forced her to look at him. There was a kind smile on his lips that taunted her. “Poor Miwako-chan,” he muttered quietly and sighed. “This is your fault you know.”
A flicker of confusion registered in her grief ridden mind. ‘It’s...my fault?’
The Itagaki male leaned forward and placed a butterfly kiss along her tear-stained cheek. “Hai, it’s all your fault. For falling in love with my sister.” His sea-green eyes darkened and she flinched when he reached out to restrain her wrists once more. “You stay away from her, or the next one to suffer will be Akemi.”
Her emerald eyes widened as she watched him climb over her again, pressing her once more into the mattress. His hardness pierced her insides once more as she screamed. He chuckled as he pulled back and thrust into her. “Stay away from her, Miwako-chan,” he purred as he raped her again.
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The child rushed into the restroom, ignoring her mother’s questions because she wanted to know where she’d been all last night and most of the morning. She didn’t hear her sister knocking on the door and asking her if anything was wrong. All she wanted to do was take a long hot shower and scrub herself until she felt clean again.
When she stepped out from under the spray she peered into the mirror with lifeless emerald orbs, her black hair falling in wet waves to her shoulders. The image of his hands pushing through those same strands made her flinch violently and she grabbed a pair of scissors from the drawer.
The first cut made her feel a bit better so she continued to cut, hacking at the hair until it was an uneven mess that barely brushed her ears. She was breathing hard as she looked at herself, dropping the scissors into the sink as she turned to the door, hearing her sister’s worried voice.
Miwako had pulled on the robe before she opened it and Naoki was stunned at the sight that greeted her, their mother right behind her. She moved forward before the older woman could say anything. “I’ll clean her up, Kaa-san,” she muttered, noticing the look on her sister’s pale features.
She closed the door and peered down at her sister but she refused to meet her stare. “What happened, Miwa-chan?” she muttered, guiding her to the shower to clean the clumps of hair that stuck to the sides of her face. When she refused to answer she tried again. “Did you get into a fight with Akemi-san?”
Her younger sister flinched but said nothing. She had noticed the bruises that dotted her body but thought nothing of them since Miwako was a rowdy girl that got into fights with the boys all the time. The younger had always been the stronger of the two girls, so she was surprised when she lunged forward and wrapped her still dripping arms around her neck.
Naoki frowned but embraced her all the same, not caring that the shorter girl was naked and dripping wet so her clothing was getting wet. “What happened, Miwako?” she asked once more. She shook her head and refused to answer.
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“Miwako-san?” Akemi called as she approached the smaller girl. She came to stop besides her and was confused as the other shrunk away. The clothes she was wearing were different than her normal ones as well. A long sleeved shirt with a high collar and pants. “Are you okay?” She reached out a hand to place on her shoulder.
The shorter Academy student flinched away from her and hurried ahead. Akemi was left stunned and quickly hurried to catch up to her. Usually, the other girl practically clung to her arm. She wondered what had changed over the weekend.
“Did you have a fight with your mother about your hair?” she asked, seeing that the long, black strands had been chopped unevenly to her ears. When the other didn’t answer she became irritated and grabbed and forced her to look at her. “Talk to me, damn it!”
Miwako’s eyes fastened onto her face as Akemi’s bangs fell into her eyes and flinched before her lips pulled back into a snarl as she pushed her and her fist shot out to collide with her jaw. She froze in shock as she stared down at Akemi, who had tumbled to the ground since she hadn’t been expecting the hit. “I...” she tried to speak but couldn’t seem to finish. “Don’t come near me!” She turned and fled toward the Academy building.
Akemi was both pissed and confused as she stood and rubbed her sore jaw, her eyes narrowed on the girl’s fleeing back. “What the hell’s going on?” she wondered out loud.
“Talking to yourself so early in the morning, little sister?” a voice interrupted. She whirled around and fixed her older brother with a glare. Akemi was already annoyed and having him tease her wouldn’t improve her mood much.
“Shut up, Motoki,” she growled, turned and stomped toward the Academy building.
Meanwhile, Itagaki Motoki watched the two girls retreat, seeing as Miwako glanced back. She caught sight of him as her eyes widened in fear and then scrambled inside. Akemi had seen this but didn’t know where her gaze had been directed, confusing her more.
He chuckled as he turned and stuffed his hands into his pockets and headed toward the mission’s building. It had been an eventful weekend and one he was sure his little fairy would remember for the rest of her life. After all, he’d shattered her innocence.
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Iwane gasped as she sat up in bed, covered in sweat and her shaking hands pushed back her shoulder length hair from her eyes. She paused as she glanced at the faded scars along her wrists and remembered well the day she’d tried to take her life. Everything else had been a blur but she clearly remembered seeing Akemi’s face when she found her.
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Her hand trembled as it held the kunai poised over her wrist but didn’t lower it anymore as her blood pounded in her head. She was scared. Miwako wanted so badly to end it all. She fell against the wall and winced at the pain that surged through her battered body. The imagine of Motoki’s cruel face came into her mind, grinning at her.
One quick cut followed by another, and a sting of pain that companied the severing of the veins. A smile stretched over her face at how easy it had been. She slid down the wall of the alleyway as the warmth started to seep out of her.
“What the hell?” someone gasped. She glanced at the person with sluggish movements. It was Akemi. Her face was contorted into a look of horror. It was one of the first times she’d seen emotion on her face and it was strange that the sight of this would be one of the causes.
“Ak...” she tried to say her name, not remembering when had been the last time she’d said it. She missed her.
“Baka!” she hissed and was at her side trying to stop the flow of blood. She wrapped her wrists tightly using her top shirt before she stood, but paused when she felt a tug on her shirt.
“Did you know, how much I love you?” she muttered, her words slightly slurred. They were both twelve years old and would graduate from the Academy in another three or four months.
Akemi frowned and gently laid her hand back beside her. “You’re hallucinating,” she muttered. “It’s Akemi. Don’t move anymore!” She stood and ran out of the alleyway, hollering for a medic-nin. It was the first time she’d heard her scream.
Miwako chuckled as she felt a chill creeping over her limbs and darkness over her sight. “Iie, Akemi-kun, I really do love you,” she whispered as her eyes slid shut. “I don’t care if he loves me...I love you more.”
She wasn’t aware when the other girl returned with a medical ninja, or saw her pale, stricken features as they lifted her and rushed her to the hospital.
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Iwane covered her face with her hands and quietly wept in her silent, dark room. After several moments, she wiped her eyes and curled on her side, her face to the door. Her hand unconsciously gripped the kunai under her pillow and wondered for the hundredth time if she kept it there for protection or to one day finish the job she’d started when she was twelve. She had fallen into a dreamless sleep before she could figure out the answer.-
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End, Because He Loves Me
There is nothing sinister about this One-shot, I only wished to reveal what happened to Iwane and why she tends to stray away from men and concentrate mostly on women. It also explains why Iwane was hostile toward Amane when she had clearly been in love with her since they were younger. In case the subtle hint didn’t give it away, Motoki has the Morisue eyes like Iwane, but his are less advanced then hers. He also has the hearing but no one is supposed to know that (oops). That’s all.
~shattered-words
Author: shattered-words
Disclaimer: If I owned Naruto, it’d be called ‘Gaara’. So, isn’t it a shame that I don’t own it? (“Never Too Late” belongs to Three Days Grace)
Summary: He said he loved me as he tore my life apart. He kissed my tears away as he spilled my blood... [OC, no actual pairings, dark]
AN: Wah! I didn’t realize that I’d put the clean version on mediaminer! >.< Sorry about that. I originally had two versions, the clean and explicit version and the latter was supposed to be posted here. Then I went and posted the clean version on both ff.net and this site. Here is the updated version! Be warned though, this is the explicit version for a reason! If you are underage, please don’t read this. You have been warned!
WARNING: rape, suicide, violence, and strong graphic descriptions!
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“Never too late. Even if I say it’ll be alright. Still I hear you say you want to end your life. Now and again, we try to just stay alive...”
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Erizawa Miwako was a sight to any that happened to come into contact with her. Her shoulder length black hair was always pulled back into twin pigtails at the back of her head and her emerald eyes flashed mischievously every time she grinned. She had an almost never ending supply of energy and got into many rows with the boys in her class. Her parents scolded her and tried to get her to be more like a normal girl, and her older brother told her to be careful that she didn’t hurt herself.
She loved her Aniki, a lot. Her sister, Naoki was nice but she was always too busy. And her younger brother, Keiichi, was too small to play with her yet. So, she only had Ryohei, which indulged her and trained her, but it was mostly playing around.
Miwako loved her brother, but there was someone that she loved even more. It was a secret since she wasn’t supposed to feel such things toward this person. She had tried to express this to her mother one day and the woman had slapped her and claimed that her feelings were a sin.
It was strange that she said that, since she knew that the love she felt didn’t feel like a sin. The love she felt was completely real. However, the person she felt it for was her friend, Itagaki Akemi, a girl.
She hadn’t told her nii-san about this since she was afraid that he’d react the same way and look at her with the same eyes that her mother had fixed her with. Miwako hated that look, but she couldn’t help whom she fell in love with, could she?
There had been boys that she liked as well but what she felt for Akemi was stronger and almost frightening to her. She wanted to touch her just to feel her skin against her fingers. This was a strange thing for an eleven-year-old to feel (eleven years and eight months, but still eleven years old nonetheless).
Her mother had demanded that she quit hanging out with the Itagaki but she refused. Miwako had defied her by running away from home. It was the biggest mistake of her life.
The first place she had run was to Akemi’s home, knowing only that she wanted to be with the other, taller girl. She’d knocked on the door but it hadn’t been her standing there. “Is...Akemi-chan at home?” she asked hesitantly.
The older boy standing in front of her peered down at her smaller frame with a strange grin. She had sporadically seen him since she had met her friend and had hardly spoken with him. Miwako had caught him staring at her several times, and there was something in his eyes that scared her, and she saw it now. This was Akemi’s older brother, Motoki. He was fifteen years old now and had already attained the rank of Chunin.
“Iie,” he told her quietly. His voice had chilled her and she wanted to turn and run. “My parents and she have gone to visit relatives on the other side of Suna.” He had dark brown hair like his sister and his bangs always seemed to hide his eyes from her. Motoki paused as he noticed her pack. “What is this?”
“I...wanted to talk with Akemi-chan,” she muttered, taking a step back as she shouldered the pack quickly. If the girl was not here then there was no use in sticking around. He gave her the chills.
Motoki reached out and seized her by the arm. “Have you run away from home?” he asked her with a tilt of his head. His bangs parted and she was met with his eyes, and they seemed to peer into the very depths of her soul. She realized that he didn’t have black eyes like Akemi, but were an intoxicating sea-green.
“I better go,” she muttered, trying to pull her arm free. His grip was like iron and he easily pulled her inside from the darkened doorstep. There was no one out at this time of night that would see her being dragged into the house.
“Come in,” he told her in an annoyed voice. “I hate talking in an open doorway where everyone can hear.” He released her after he’d firmly closed and locked the door. Then he turned and made his way into the living room and it was almost like he knew that she’d follow after him.
Miwako glanced almost desperately toward the door but she found herself hurrying after him. She had no where else to go and besides, this was Akemi’s older brother, not any stranger that wanted to take advantage of her.
“W...when are they coming back,” she asked hesitantly as he plopped down on the couch. A shrug was all the answer he gave. She paused and thought about her next answer. “Would I be able to stay here, until Akemi-chan returns?”
Motoki leaned his head back against the couch and peered at her with eyes that seemed to taunt her. “Why did you run away from home?” he asked her instead. His tone indicated that he wanted the truth.
The younger girl was silent for several moments as she fidgeted in the door, not daring to step foot into the living room. Her shoes had been left at the entrance and her sock clad feet shuffled nervously. “My mother said I couldn’t lo...play with Akemi anymore.”
He didn’t miss the slight change in words as his eyes narrowed. “What is my sister to you?” he asked next, his tone not wavering in the least.
Miwako was at a loss for words when he asked that and answered the safest thing. “She’s my friend,” she assured him, but a slight blush spread over her tanned features.
His lips pulled into a thin, bloodless line as his eyes narrowed dangerously. She could feel the anger rolling off him like waves and she stepped back in alarm. Then it was gone in the next second as she blinked in confusion. He stood and she would have backed away but he turned toward the opposite direction, where the stairs were located.
“You may stay but they will not return until tomorrow night,” he told her and moved up the stairs without another word. When he’d gone she was still staring after him in puzzlement.
Her stomach took that moment to growl and she plopped down on the kitchen table and opened her pack to digest the bit of food she’d managed to take from her own home. She looked around at the almost impeccable kitchen and inviting living room. However, something was telling her to flee from the house this instant. Miwako would wish for many nights to come that she had heeded that advice.
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She had managed to find Akemi’s bedroom and had relished the idea of sleeping in her bed and perhaps, borrowing some of her clothes. Of course she had brought her own but this was her one chance to wear the other girl’s clothing to bed. It would almost be like lying wrapped up in Akemi.
A giggle escaped her lips as she stripped for a hot shower and emerged ten minutes later, unaware that she was being watched until she caught sight of Motoki standing in the doorway. He was casually leaning against the open door as if he belonged there, arms crossed over his chest and his face set in a blank expression.
Miwako squeaked in surprise and unconsciously pulled the nightgown down, which came to her knees. “Itagaki-san, you scared me,” she gasped, trying to calm her heartbeat.
He tilted his head as if apologizing but no such words left his lips. “Call me Motoki,” he told her with a smile that did not reach his eyes. She shivered and chalked it up to just having taken a shower. “You better dry your hair properly before going to bed. Don’t want you to get sick.”
With that statement he turned and left as he turned right and headed toward his own room. She sighed in relief and quickly rushed forward to close and lock the door. The small girl leaned against the wooden surface and took in a deep breath before moving back into the room.
She recovered the towel that had fallen when he’d startled her and started to quickly dry her hair since she really didn’t want to get sick. When she was sure it was fairly dry, she flicked off the switch and slipped into the bed and under the soft covers.
Her eyes stared up at the darkened ceiling for several minutes but then sleep started to make her eyelids heavy before it finally claimed her. She slipped into the comforting darkness with a sigh and unconsciously rolled onto her side.
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The Erizawa didn’t hear the door unlock and then open or the person creep silently inside. The weight of the bed shifted slightly and something heavy pressed against her body and limbs. Miwako was only vaguely aware as a face was pressed against her neck and a tongue sensually ran along her throat as she groaned.
The small girl was startled awake as a hand slipped up the night grown and touched her bare thigh. Her eyes snapped open and her mouth parted in a scream, but a hand clamped over it before she could. She locked emerald orbs on the person hovering over her, pressing her into the mattress and was shocked to see that it was Motoki.
Miwako struggled as he hushed her, whispering in her ear. “Shh, don’t make a sound,” he chastised in that cold voice. When he removed his hand, she obeyed as if she already knew what the consequences would be. She whimpered when he pushed the night gown up with one hand as the other parted her legs.
“Iie,” she cried, trying to push him off but he growled and pressed her more firmly into the mattress. “Onegai, Motoki-san!” Her voice was almost a whisper as she pleaded.
Motoki chuckled as he let his lips press against her quivering ones and then met her scared emerald eyes. “Gomen,” he muttered as he leaned toward her neck once more. He pressed his lips and sucked against the juncture between her throat and shoulder, feeling her racing pulse beneath. “I’m afraid, you tempt me too much.”
The smaller girl shook her head and tried to wiggle from beneath him only to be painfully restrained. “Don’t make me hurt your beautiful flesh,” he warned as his sea-green eyes flashed dangerously.
Miwako shuddered as he continued his advances and she cried out as he pulled the night grown completely off. “Tomare, Motoki-san!” she sobbed, tears streaking her features.
He did stop and grasped her face within his hands, tears leaking past her lids to dampen his finger tips. “I can’t stop,” he said apologetically.
She moaned in pain as his hand pushed her leg further apart. “Dosh’te?” she asked, trying to deter him from his actions.
He paused again and lifted his head slightly, bangs falling into his mercilessly eyes and obscuring them in shadows so they looked sinister. “Because I love you,” he told her, as if it were the simplest thing in the world.
Miwako’s eyes widened in horror at his sudden declaration. “Iie,” she muttered as she saw a grin spread over his features. She shook her head as he reached out to her and she desperately tried to pull away. “Iie!” His mouth sealed over hers once more.
“Akemi will not steal you from me,” he muttered. “I won’t let her.” His fingers bit into the flesh of her face. “You will stay away from her, understood?”
The Erizawa shook her head and tried to get away. He held her in place once again as she screamed. Motoki merely chuckled at the sound that resounded off the walls of the darkened bedroom.
His hand fumbled with his pants and he pushed them down and off before kicking them to the floor. She tried to get free while he did this but his hands tightened painfully around her smaller wrists as she cried out in pain. He leaned back between her legs and she was horrified as something hard pressed against her parted thighs and the folds of her sensitive flesh.
“Onegai, Motoki-san!” she sobbed once more as he pressed his hips forward, feeling him parting her slowly. She lifted terrified emerald eyes and saw the deranged smile that split his handsome features before he thrust forward abruptly. A surge of white hot pain rushed from her nether regions all across her body, and her mouth parted in a scream but his lips fastened over hers to cut off the exclamation of pain as tears ran down her cheeks.
Motoki pulled back and then rammed back into her without restraint and tenderness as she cried out, the sounds muffled by his mouth that stole her air until her vision swam. He pulled away and thrust into her once more as she gasped and cried out as blood ran down her thighs and stained the sheets underneath, Akemi’s sheets.
Miwako lost track of how many times he defiled her and only remembered the pain and the strong scent of blood. When he released himself inside of her once more he finally pulled back and she whimpered as he slipped out of her torn and bleeding opening. She knew that he had torn her insides but she remained where she was, looking up at the ceiling in an unblinking stare as tears continued to trail down her face.
When he reached out to caress her face she didn’t flinch away anymore and she felt his fingers bite into her features as he forced her to look at him. There was a kind smile on his lips that taunted her. “Poor Miwako-chan,” he muttered quietly and sighed. “This is your fault you know.”
A flicker of confusion registered in her grief ridden mind. ‘It’s...my fault?’
The Itagaki male leaned forward and placed a butterfly kiss along her tear-stained cheek. “Hai, it’s all your fault. For falling in love with my sister.” His sea-green eyes darkened and she flinched when he reached out to restrain her wrists once more. “You stay away from her, or the next one to suffer will be Akemi.”
Her emerald eyes widened as she watched him climb over her again, pressing her once more into the mattress. His hardness pierced her insides once more as she screamed. He chuckled as he pulled back and thrust into her. “Stay away from her, Miwako-chan,” he purred as he raped her again.
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The child rushed into the restroom, ignoring her mother’s questions because she wanted to know where she’d been all last night and most of the morning. She didn’t hear her sister knocking on the door and asking her if anything was wrong. All she wanted to do was take a long hot shower and scrub herself until she felt clean again.
When she stepped out from under the spray she peered into the mirror with lifeless emerald orbs, her black hair falling in wet waves to her shoulders. The image of his hands pushing through those same strands made her flinch violently and she grabbed a pair of scissors from the drawer.
The first cut made her feel a bit better so she continued to cut, hacking at the hair until it was an uneven mess that barely brushed her ears. She was breathing hard as she looked at herself, dropping the scissors into the sink as she turned to the door, hearing her sister’s worried voice.
Miwako had pulled on the robe before she opened it and Naoki was stunned at the sight that greeted her, their mother right behind her. She moved forward before the older woman could say anything. “I’ll clean her up, Kaa-san,” she muttered, noticing the look on her sister’s pale features.
She closed the door and peered down at her sister but she refused to meet her stare. “What happened, Miwa-chan?” she muttered, guiding her to the shower to clean the clumps of hair that stuck to the sides of her face. When she refused to answer she tried again. “Did you get into a fight with Akemi-san?”
Her younger sister flinched but said nothing. She had noticed the bruises that dotted her body but thought nothing of them since Miwako was a rowdy girl that got into fights with the boys all the time. The younger had always been the stronger of the two girls, so she was surprised when she lunged forward and wrapped her still dripping arms around her neck.
Naoki frowned but embraced her all the same, not caring that the shorter girl was naked and dripping wet so her clothing was getting wet. “What happened, Miwako?” she asked once more. She shook her head and refused to answer.
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“Miwako-san?” Akemi called as she approached the smaller girl. She came to stop besides her and was confused as the other shrunk away. The clothes she was wearing were different than her normal ones as well. A long sleeved shirt with a high collar and pants. “Are you okay?” She reached out a hand to place on her shoulder.
The shorter Academy student flinched away from her and hurried ahead. Akemi was left stunned and quickly hurried to catch up to her. Usually, the other girl practically clung to her arm. She wondered what had changed over the weekend.
“Did you have a fight with your mother about your hair?” she asked, seeing that the long, black strands had been chopped unevenly to her ears. When the other didn’t answer she became irritated and grabbed and forced her to look at her. “Talk to me, damn it!”
Miwako’s eyes fastened onto her face as Akemi’s bangs fell into her eyes and flinched before her lips pulled back into a snarl as she pushed her and her fist shot out to collide with her jaw. She froze in shock as she stared down at Akemi, who had tumbled to the ground since she hadn’t been expecting the hit. “I...” she tried to speak but couldn’t seem to finish. “Don’t come near me!” She turned and fled toward the Academy building.
Akemi was both pissed and confused as she stood and rubbed her sore jaw, her eyes narrowed on the girl’s fleeing back. “What the hell’s going on?” she wondered out loud.
“Talking to yourself so early in the morning, little sister?” a voice interrupted. She whirled around and fixed her older brother with a glare. Akemi was already annoyed and having him tease her wouldn’t improve her mood much.
“Shut up, Motoki,” she growled, turned and stomped toward the Academy building.
Meanwhile, Itagaki Motoki watched the two girls retreat, seeing as Miwako glanced back. She caught sight of him as her eyes widened in fear and then scrambled inside. Akemi had seen this but didn’t know where her gaze had been directed, confusing her more.
He chuckled as he turned and stuffed his hands into his pockets and headed toward the mission’s building. It had been an eventful weekend and one he was sure his little fairy would remember for the rest of her life. After all, he’d shattered her innocence.
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Iwane gasped as she sat up in bed, covered in sweat and her shaking hands pushed back her shoulder length hair from her eyes. She paused as she glanced at the faded scars along her wrists and remembered well the day she’d tried to take her life. Everything else had been a blur but she clearly remembered seeing Akemi’s face when she found her.
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Her hand trembled as it held the kunai poised over her wrist but didn’t lower it anymore as her blood pounded in her head. She was scared. Miwako wanted so badly to end it all. She fell against the wall and winced at the pain that surged through her battered body. The imagine of Motoki’s cruel face came into her mind, grinning at her.
One quick cut followed by another, and a sting of pain that companied the severing of the veins. A smile stretched over her face at how easy it had been. She slid down the wall of the alleyway as the warmth started to seep out of her.
“What the hell?” someone gasped. She glanced at the person with sluggish movements. It was Akemi. Her face was contorted into a look of horror. It was one of the first times she’d seen emotion on her face and it was strange that the sight of this would be one of the causes.
“Ak...” she tried to say her name, not remembering when had been the last time she’d said it. She missed her.
“Baka!” she hissed and was at her side trying to stop the flow of blood. She wrapped her wrists tightly using her top shirt before she stood, but paused when she felt a tug on her shirt.
“Did you know, how much I love you?” she muttered, her words slightly slurred. They were both twelve years old and would graduate from the Academy in another three or four months.
Akemi frowned and gently laid her hand back beside her. “You’re hallucinating,” she muttered. “It’s Akemi. Don’t move anymore!” She stood and ran out of the alleyway, hollering for a medic-nin. It was the first time she’d heard her scream.
Miwako chuckled as she felt a chill creeping over her limbs and darkness over her sight. “Iie, Akemi-kun, I really do love you,” she whispered as her eyes slid shut. “I don’t care if he loves me...I love you more.”
She wasn’t aware when the other girl returned with a medical ninja, or saw her pale, stricken features as they lifted her and rushed her to the hospital.
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Iwane covered her face with her hands and quietly wept in her silent, dark room. After several moments, she wiped her eyes and curled on her side, her face to the door. Her hand unconsciously gripped the kunai under her pillow and wondered for the hundredth time if she kept it there for protection or to one day finish the job she’d started when she was twelve. She had fallen into a dreamless sleep before she could figure out the answer.-
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End, Because He Loves Me
There is nothing sinister about this One-shot, I only wished to reveal what happened to Iwane and why she tends to stray away from men and concentrate mostly on women. It also explains why Iwane was hostile toward Amane when she had clearly been in love with her since they were younger. In case the subtle hint didn’t give it away, Motoki has the Morisue eyes like Iwane, but his are less advanced then hers. He also has the hearing but no one is supposed to know that (oops). That’s all.
~shattered-words