Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Twisted ❯ Itachi's Dark Prince ( Chapter 1 )

Twisted

 

Chapter 1: Itachi's Dark Prince

 

By: Ohtori Akio

 

A/N: ItachiXKakashi rock as a couple!

 

I think they are the single most interesting couple in the entire anime, figuring out what I had today. I dedicate this fanfic to them.

 

This has a MATURE Warning for Itachi's thoughts. Tough I think Itachi's thoughts may even be R.

 

Disclaimer: Don't own it, but there'd be more fanfiction on this couple if I did.

 

 

 

When I'm like this, I'll get whatever I want. I often times act on pure emotion, and not even think with my head. Most of the time, I don't even think, just go for what I want. The desire to kill and claim is overwhelming, especially when I'm around him. Everything becomes savage, barbaric and primal. I'm fulfilling an urge that society bestowed upon me. I realize what I am. I'm a monster. An evil, vile creature that's not worth shit to this world or the next. Seventeen years of malice pressing on me, begging me to relieve that pain and show the world I'm not just fucking around.

 

So I abandon my so called “friends” to kill and take the lives of the innocent so freely. I don't want to be bound, that's what kills you. To see their faces, staring at me like I'm diseased. Fuck them. What good are they? Heh….It's kind of funny really, when I think about it, all I myself truly want to do is die. I don't need to be bound to anything here…Nothing gives me reason.

 

They say I'm wild and uncontrollable…Who me? No, I'm not that at all…

 

I'm just alone, and I prefer it that way. Fuck friends, fuck acquaintances, and team members…Fuck them all.

 

But…

 

I make an exception for him.

 

He is far above me. Only a man strong enough to force him to submit would ever be worthy of him.

 

Time passed and I spent my time taking him under my wing, letting him see the mask and not letting the true façade show through. He had trusted me this far, even face me in person a few times. If there was ever anyone in the world I'd submit to, it would be him.

 

I want to make it clear. Kakashi is mine. He belongs to me and me alone. Mine to kill. Mine to use. Mine to take. Mine to have sex with in most strange of fashions, until his head spins and the true fear comes to his eyes, the fear before he passes out from having the biggest orgasm of his life, because I'll do unspeakable things to him. My deepest desire is to leave him laying there, remembering that day, being so tired that he'll be worn out for weeks. And no one will stop me from doing it. Not Naruto. Not Sasuke. Not Sakura.

 

I'll screw him so hard he'll feel pleasure into next week.

 

It shakes my nerves to think that he can excite me like that. How I want to taint him…

 

No one hurts him but me while I'm around. I'll pull their intestines from their flesh and gorge myself with their weak blood, then I'll tie them together and make a blood stained crown, and place it upon my Dark Prince's head, he'd look even more beautiful tainted in the blood of my enemies. That will turn me on even more.

 

Snow white skin coated with the thick red essence. Simply beautiful.

 

He's not innocent the way so many other men are. I had no problems touching him, or dreaming of him for that matter.

 

Kakashi is my true mate. My Dark Prince. He never breaks.

 

Other's tried to steal him from me, those patronizing hell scum of a bastard. Don't they know he's already sold his soul to Lucifer? And Lucifer is me? Only I get to touch him intimately. The only thing that touches him, is me - both of them. I am the only one allowed to taint him in that way, and I won't let my weak half pansy me out of it.

 

Losing my control allows me to see through re-opened eyes. I'll protect him like the sheath to a sword when I'm around, how dare they try to take what they didn't help me to get. Those selfish bastards I hope they burn in hell for that. I had the chance to fulfill my wishes, but I must wait for the right time. So many times I could have screwed him. He just lies there, taunting me. With his silky grey hair in those red satin sheets, that I would love to rest my naked body in, to be consumed by that red, nightmareish abyss. His pale skin, white as bone, and his supple flesh, enough to make any person hunger for him. I get fidgety when I'm around him. His scent drives me even more insane.

 

Perhaps that's why I flip out so much. I should just go for it, let myself sink into him, flow into him. Make him yell in pain, pain that I am causing him. I wish to cause him pain, to pleasure him to the point of no return. I want to give him a part of myself, a part of my pain. I want his hands to touch me and only me; I want his body to occupy only me, to mark him as my own. To possess him. He is mine, whether he likes it or not, and he knows it.

 

From the very first time he kissed me, when I was about to kill him, he had shown me that he accepted me as this psychopath.

 

My love is an uncontrollable bomb, waiting to explode itself into its host.

 

I have to find him.

 

For once and all…

 

I can't control this feeling.

 

I would lay with him, bathing in my victory, bathing in the blood and gore, pieces of now slain lying around me. Blood covering the both of us, I'd gladly lick it off of him, and fulfill my own satanic pleasures. I would entice him, despite any protests he would make. I like it when he did. To see the confusion on his face and maybe even the fear really turned me on. I don't care if it's rape, though my half sane self might.

 

I'm going to go and find him, to fulfill my pleasures, no matter how sick and twisted they are…