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"Tonight you'll beg for me."

That's what he told me, I wish he didn't have to be so right. He is so gentle it's almost enough to make me forget who he is, what he is.

His lips feel so soft as they ghost down my body, concealing teeth that are sharp enough to draw blood with a light nip. He comes down away from my neck, where he's been licking and sucking softly, to my chest where he takes one nipple into his mouth. He is still very careful not to bite.

Suddenly something deep within me stirs; I have no reason to let him do this to me! No matter how mad I make him he still is not allowed to kill me yet! I try to push him off, but his strong dominant hands clench my arms hard enough to bruise. He lifts his hypnotizing red eyes to mine and draws his lips back from his teeth, biting my nipple just hard enough to leave an angry red mark.

"Listen to me Little Jinchuuriki, I may not be able to kill you today, but I can make you so twisted and deformed that not even Kyuubi's chakra will be able to heal you. Or you can cooperate with me. Either way will be very…" He seems to be looking for a word and his poisonous smile lets me know that he's found it, "pleasant for me. I just thought you would enjoy this way a little more." His strong tongue slips from his mouth to sooth the bite mark on my skin.

"So what will it be Little Jinchuuriki?" I don't answer, I'm too proud, but I also don't continue to attempt to push him away. I can feel his smile against my skin and lift my chin, determined not to let one sound pass my lips, but my personal devil has other plans for me.

Without warning and with inhuman speed he's gone from my chest and standing by his discarded clothes. He bends down and removes a short, black blade.

"You didn't answer my question Little Jinchuuriki. Do you want to find out if Kyuubi's chakra can re-grow a removed eye? Or shall I start with another part of your body?" I just stare at him dumbfounded; the man is completely insane.

"Answer me." He commands, "Or I'll choose for you, and I don't think you'll like my choice." He comes towards me, and I stubbornly remain silent. I gasp as I feel the blade dig into my check and against my will a single word escapes my mouth.

"No!" The blade pause but he doesn't draw it away.

"No what?" He asks, innocence dripping from his voice. I don't answer; ninja should be able to withstand anything.

"No what, Little Jinchuuriki?" He hisses. Yet still I don't answer, and he doesn't ask again. Instead he jerks his wrist upward across my eye. I cry out in pain—I can't help myself—the sharp blade tears away my vision in a bloody flash.

"Now, we wouldn't want to mar your face too badly, it is so pretty to look at. How about a finger next? Or your tongue?" He reaches for my hand and spreads my fingers. "It doesn't have to be this way tonight Little Jinchuuriki, you can still have it another way, a gentler way, all you have to do is ask." His warm breath rolls over me and the sharp blade presses against my littlest finger. I say nothing and slowly the blade begins to press through my flesh. Then realization hits, if he removes my fingers then even if I'm rescued or I escape, I could never be a ninja again.

"Stop!" The word falls from my mouth. He smiles softly and raises a delicate eyebrow. "Please don't do this to me!" Tears are falling from my whole eye with my words now.

"Oh? Then what should I do?" I try to glare at him but find that the expression hurt my ruined face.

"You realize that I have to do something, and if you can't provide me with something worth doing then I'll go back to removing parts of your body." His tone is conversional even while saying such horrid things. I know what it is that he wants me to say, but I don't know if my pride will let me say it.

Silence reigns and time slips by. I hear him sigh and pick up the knife; I can feel it press against my skin again. It has come down to this; I can remain proud and die as a ninja, or I can surrender and survive.

"Take me." I whisper softly to this devil in the dark.

"What? I didn't quit hear you, Little Jinchuuriki." I would love to throttle him or at least glare, but the damp blood on my face reminds me not to.

"Take me." My voice is strong, more confident, and he cocks his head.

"I'm not sure I understand what you mean." I growl, stupid bastard! He knows exactly what I mean and he laughs. He laughs!

"I'm afraid you'll have to be more specific, Little Jinchuuriki, I have yet to learn all the … jargon of the more animalistic forms of human existence."

"You dumb shit!" I scream and he raises his eyebrow, "I'm telling you to stop cutting things off my body and fuck me!"

"Such a dirty mouth! If you keep using such coarse language I'll have to cut your tongue out, but you did manage to get your point across." I almost regret it, but then he puts his knife down and I can't help but sigh in relief. His hands form seals that I only vaguely recognized and then a warm, glowing light bathes my face in soft-green waves. Beneath his hands my damaged face knits itself back together, but my eye remains blind.

"I would hate to get blood on me; it takes days to get the scent out of my hair." He explains as he finishes wiping the last of the blood from my face. His tongue traces the fresh scar on my face, tickling the sensitive skin there, and I shudder at the sensation.

That warm, hot tongue traces my body accompanied by deceptively light fingers. I gasp as his warm mouth clamps over my inner thigh. He applies just enough pressure for it to be pleasurable, and I have to suppress a moan. Apparently I didn't do a very good job because he lifts his head and fixes in on my eye.

"I don't want you to hold back, or I'll starting removing your fingers again." He threatens. So when he takes all of me in his mouth without any warning, I don't repress the sharp intake of breath or the throaty moan that follows it. I can feel him smile by the way his lips pull away from his teeth allowing them to graze my sensitive skin. Blood is pounding through my body, flushing my checks, making me warm, and I arch my back for my devil like a dirty whore.

Suddenly his mouth is on mine, but I hardly notice. My head is reeling with shock as I feel a long finger, calloused from fighting, enter me. Up to the joint, down to the second, and finally all the way in. My body convulses, and I long to grit my teeth but I don't think Itachi would take getting his tongue pierced very lightly.

I toss my head back, a high pitched whimper escaping my lips as his second finger slides in next to the first one. I feel Itachi's lips smile from where they've come to rest on my neck as he spreads his fingers wide like a whore spreading her legs.

My blind eye can cry. It is a rather odd time for this revelation, with his two strong fingers hooking inside of me. But it's the thought that comes to my mind as tears drip like blood from a wound bleeding my very will to live from me.

The sudden absence of his probing fingers brings me back to the hard reality of how my body is being used, how I'm letting it be used. Then without further warning he enters me completely in one smooth movement of his lean body. This time I do grit my teeth.

I feel like an apricot must feel as its soft meat is split away from its hard core. In fact I can feel my skin tearing and letting blood ooze forth like the sweet juices that a split fruit yields. And yet amid all of this pain, there is pleasure. Not the same pleasure gained from learning a new jutsu or eating a fresh, handmade bowl of ramen, but a pleasure as intense as the stars might taste. Every shift of my body, every rhythmic pulsing of his hips, brings the unearthly pleasure.

Suddenly this unmatchable feeling increases as those dangerous hands reach between us and stroke me gently, like a real lover might. The overload of my senses causes me to throw my arms around his body just for something to hold on to.

His long, bound hair falls over one of his strong shoulders and sticks to the hot sweat on my chest. With my head thrown back, my eyes glazed over, and my mouth wide with a soundless cry I feel the pressure that has been building within me release.

My body shudders beyond my control, and somewhere in my world that's white and guiltless as new fallen snow I feel him come as well. It's his release that brings me crashing into the hard packed soil of reality. Like a pair of handcuffs, knowledge encloses me.

The knowledge that my family is dead all because of me grasps my mind.

Jiriaya. My father. Dead for trying to kill the leader of Akasuki, an organization that only exists to kill people like me.

Sakura. My sister. Dead for letting me lead her away from the safety of the village and into a trap.

And Sasuke.

Oh, my brother. Gone, dead to our village, because I didn't have the strength to hold him as a brother should.

The knowledge that I have nothing to go back to. Just an empty home, an empty life, an empty heart.

The knowledge that I have sold my soul. I have given away my body to save myself from disfigurement. I have no right to call myself a ninja of Konoha. I'm no better than a slut.

…The knowledge that I have no tears to cry for all of this.

I can feel the devil pull away from me. A question dances in my mind. Is he the monster, or am I?

I can hear him slide back into his dark clothes. Another question. What right does he have to live? What right do I have?

I know he is gone. And I have no more questions, no more answers, no more tears, no more name, no more anything. My blank eye stares at the ceiling.

I am Little Jinchuuriki.

THE END