Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Yakusoku (Promise) ❯ Chapter 1

Ok, Kakashi might be a bit OOC in this but its to help with the plot.

 

Disclaimer: Don't own Naruto (goes and sulks in a corner.) , nor do I own the lyrics to the song, I think its named Angels but I do not know who did it. Whoever she was, was awesome at it though. I do however own Kioyo.

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Her breath came in hard pants, shaky, fear practically leaked from her. What was he doing?! She tried to push away from him but he just held her tighter, hands that felt like steel bands pressed her onto the tree.

“You can't think that I'd just let you leave again, just walk out of my life again?” Kakashi breathed into her ear. His voice was calm, cool, almost icy in indifference.

“No Kakashi!” She struggled against him again. “I wasn't running away from you. I just needed to breathe for awhile. . . I was going to come back!”

His laugh was condescending, “Where were you going? Back to him?! Running back to your past lover?”

Fury blinded her for a second. Growling she pushed him off and away from her, “How dare you Kakashi! You don't know what went on between us! You don't know anything about us. . . about ME!”

“I thought he made it perfectly clear that he thinks of you as only a toy. . . yet you refer to both of you as `us'. It's pathetic the way you still cling to him. He was right. You'll never be able to truly be rid of him, he still lives in your heart. Even after all the bastard's done.”

“Shut up!” Kioyo dropped to her knees. “You don't understand Kakashi! You'll never understand! He made me feel . . . wanted . . . needed.”

“He did want you,” Kakashi all but growled. “But only for your power . . . and you know that!”

She hung her head in shame, it was true, so very, very true; but even though she tried to get over him it never worked. It was as if despite all he had done, all he had put her through, something deep inside her loved him, refused to let him go. Kioyo looked up at the man standing before her, tears streaming down her face. He cared about her, she could see that, but always memories stopped her. Memories of someone else that she loved deeply.

 

You smiled when you tore me apart. . .

 

He grabbed her arms and pulled her to her feet again, “Was he moved by your tears? Did you get your way when you cried? Did he comfort you?!!”

She could remember the last time she had cried . . . it was because of him she had cried. After that he had made her beg, beg him to take her. And he did take her, over and over until she didn't know the difference between pleasure and pain . . . until she didn't care.

 

You took my heart deceived me right from the start. . .

 

“Answer me,” it came out as a raw hiss from the legendary Copy ninja but the tears refused to stop and she couldn't talk past the lump in her throat. It was a dead give away.

“I didn't think so,” his revealed eye searched hers unwaveringly, “Then why do you still cling to him? Why?!”

He had hurt her, humiliated her, angered her . . . and then told her that he needed her. That he wanted her. It was the first time anyone had ever said anything to her like that. After hearing those words she had done everything he had ever wished.

You showed me dreams; I wish had turned into real. . .

 

Then he was kissing her, hard and insistent through his mask. Kioyo pushed against him, trying to get him off of her, but he just grabbed her two hands in one of his and pulled them above her head.

His unoccupied hand he used to pull down his mask, “Don't refuse me Kioyo.”

And his lips were on hers again, demanding a response she fought so hard against giving. Her sobs fell from her mouth into his but he didn't release her. She was pinned to the tree by his body, refusing his touch but still craving it.

His hips thrust forward into hers, letting her feel how much HE wanted her, how much HE needed her. She gasped and pulled her face away, a moan coming unbidden to her lips.

 

You broke your promise and made me realize, it was all just a lie. . .

 

His now uncovered lips trailed kisses over her jaw and down her neck. There he bit at her pulse before licking at it. Kioyo let her head fall to the side so that he could have better access. His hands slipped down to grab her backside and instinctively she wrapped her legs around his waist.

Kakashi started a slow grinding motion that kept hitting a certain spot that had bolts of electricity shooting through her body. Kioyo grabbed his shoulders and gasped as another rip of pleasure lit her insides. He was alternating between grinding against her and thrusting his member against her covered vagina.

Hands frantically pulled at his clothing now, trying to touch skin against skin as if her life depended on it. His hands pushed her shirt up and out of the way before latching onto a nipple hungrily. He nipped at the little nub of flesh before soothing it again with his tongue.

Kioyo wound a hand in his hair and arched into his mouth. The wet sensation of his sliding tongue and teeth pulling at her nipple almost drove her insane.

Kakashi switched breasts and then pulled away from her slightly. His hands fumbled underneath her and then there was a moment as cool air tickled her nether lips before he pushed himself into her.

Her breath hitched in her throat. He fit her so perfectly it brought tears to her eyes. Her walls contracted against him, welcoming the invasion. Kioyo inhaled harshly, gasping and clutching desperately as he moved furiously within her.

Time and space melted away to leave only her and him. Her body grew lethargic and then a hollow ache spread throughout her body. Screaming his name she shattered in his arms.

`I'm sorry . . . Itachi.'

 

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Ok, so review and tell me if you want anymore or if to leave it as a one shot piece.