I was drifting in and out of consciousness inside an empty and dry room, my body hoisted limply against a wall, chained up like an animal.

I was hurt everywhere; broken feet and wrists, broken fingers and toes, and then some. Everything was screaming at me for some form of relief, but I couldn't grant myself that. It was impossible because everyone still saw me as an animal, as a monster, and as a weapon. I was nothing to them, nothing at all, not even human.

I was simply called "The Jinchuriki."

It wasn't fair...

It wasn't fair...

It wasn't fair...

"It's not fair..." I whimpered, teeth clattering in pain as memories of Danzo cutting Tsunade down in front of me resurfaced.

He had killed Sasuke and Shi and bound me in chains before dragging me back home. He presented me in front of the entire village as a traitor and humiliated me by whipping me as punishment. He de-ranked me to nothing. He spat at my existence and killed Tsunade in front of everyone to pay for my crimes.

Blaming her for raising me to become a 'Kage killer'. Branding me as a rogue for trying to assassinate him for not letting me get my way. He threw me behind bars and chained me up and hasn't let me see the light of day since then.

I wanted to get out of there... so for the hundredth time this past hour, I began yelling as loud as possible...

Cursing him...

Damning him...

Begging to let me loose...

To show him the monster I 'really' was...

"DAAAAANNNNZZZZOOOOOOOO!"

...

...

...

"AAAAAAAH!" I woke up screaming, my hands grabbed onto my head while boiling rage overtook my rational state of being.

"Naru-"

WHO!?

Hands grabbed my wrists and pinned them down by my head. I snarled in retaliation, kicking my pinned legs as I tried to break out of the hold I was in, the demon I held filling my body with encouraging chakra.

Begging me to continue...

Begging me to kill...

Begging me...

...

"It's okay, it wasn't real." Itachi's voice came to my ears, making me lock up in shock as my brain turned fuzzy. "We are back home and safe. Danzo is dead... and you are with me in bed, in our tent." He soothed me, rubbing my wrists gently as the strength I felt before left me.

It died like a flickering candle, and my rational mind returned.

"Itachi..." I whispered as relief washed over my very soul, tears coming to my eyes. "I did it again, didn't I?"

"No, you didn't hurt me, I was already awake when you began to wake up and flail about. It's alright now... you're safe." His sweet voice comforted me.

I sighed in a shaky voice, relaxing as my tears fell, my lower lip quivering as a sick thought came to mind. Like maybe this right here was the dream, a world too good to be true.

Like a fantastic alternate reality, I made up a coping mechanism to escape the reality that all of my friends were dead because I had killed them. But I knew I was having my dreams out of order.

The only reminder I had was that it wasn't real after all. That this sweet man in front of me was there and not an illusion cooked up by some random and powerful genjutsu.

Danzo was dead.

I saw his corpse.

"I think Tsunade needs to examine you," Itachi spoke with a worried voice. "You don't seem to be getting any better, and it's stressing me out."

Guilt racked through me then, making me shrink a little.

"I'm sorry -"

"Zip it with the 'I'm sorry' business. It's nothing to apologize or feel guilty about. You literally can not help it. I'd be just as fucked up as you are had I gone through what you did." Itachi interrupted me and let my wrists go, propping himself up with his elbows and remaining over me.

"Sor-mm!" I grumbled when he shut me up by kissing me.

He pulled away with a soft smile. He kissed me again, then pecked my nose, moved to my cheek, to my jawline, and pulled away again.

"Hi," I mumbled quietly, eyes focusing on his pretty black coals.

"Hello, my little fox," Itachi wiggled his eyebrows. "Comfortable?"

"Very." I chuckled faintly before looking around. "I'm going to get up now. Could you join me? There is a creek not too far from here and I'm in desperate need of a bath." I asked him, feeling a strong need to soak in water.

"I'd love to bathe with you." Itachi winked before sliding off of me.

I shook my head helplessly before standing up as well. I moved to the entrance of the tent before he could and cracked the flap open, peeking my head outside to survey the sun's position.

Sun...set?

"Hey, how long have I been sleeping?" I frowned and looked to Itachi, to find him only wearing a cloak, holding two outfits in his arms and some towels.

"You slept like the dead. You were out for a long time, so I figured you needed it. My headache went away and I just watched you sleep. You were still for the most part but in the last two hours, you weren't sleeping too soundly. You're whimpering turned into yelling very quickly before you woke up." Itachi stated, shrugging. "Some friends of yours dropped by but left soon after seeing you asleep."

"Oh." I blinked slowly as I processed the information. "Well, okay. Let's go." I beckoned as he slipped on his hat. "No gloves or mask?"

"The sun will be down by the time we start bathing." Itachi smiled at me softly.

"Alright." I shrugged with a smile and led the way, enjoying the fresh air.

We made our way down the gravel road, enjoying the freshness and bustle of people moving to their tents for the night, and those who were just starting their days on night shift guarding the village against any nighttime issues. We received many looks from people, but other than that the walk was calm and enjoyable. The creak was crowded with people, so we had to walk for a while before we were secluded.

"No soap." I strictly stated. "It is a freshwater creek. Our filth gets washed away, but the soap would contaminate it and that's not cool." I instructed.

"You're the boss." Itachi chuckled and removed his hat, his eyes glistening in the orange glow of the sky as the sun vanished under the horizon, its light still illuminating the sky.

It was weird seeing him in the sun's light. He looked more ghostly and unnatural in the daytime light rather than under the moon. Then, he looked snow-white and majestic.

It was a different story under the light of the sun.

His veins were visible through his skin, he looked out of place and his hair and eyes had a tint of red. They looked artificial yet not at the same time. It was weird to look at, so off-putting that I had to reach out and poke his cheek to make sure he wasn't a doll.

"What?" Itachi curiously asked me.

"You look different in the sun," I whispered as he continued to undress. "Like a doll... or sick even,"

His face became dusted in a minty blue, and he reached up and touched his other cheek, rubbing it lightly.

"Sick? That different huh...?" Itachi whispered, frowning.

"N-Not that you look bad! Just different." I gasped at the sight of his frown and cupped his face quickly, making him hum in surprise." You're a hot man, with an even hotter personality, ya know?"

"...hahaha." Itachi laughed softly, the blue growing more prominent as he laughed at my dismay. "So I'm told." He grinned at me.

I nodded in aggressive approval before beginning to strip down. He watched me for a moment before walking into the creek in front of us, sighing in delight.

"It's nice and cozy. Warm." Itachi smiled.

"...that's because your natural body temperature is like... zero or something." I rolled my eyes as I began to walk forwards. "Yup, it's chilly."

"Sorry to hear that." Itachi shrugged helplessly.

"Meh, it's better than the freezing showers the Land of Iron had." I dismissed his apology as I submerged myself in the creek, which was much higher than it usually was due to the downpour we received. "Those were horrible!"

"I believe you." Itachi nodded as he washed clean.

I did the same and eventually resorted to just relaxing in the chest-high water, tempted to let my body float down with the current and let it take me somewhere else that didn't remind me of that horrible nightmare I had to endure. I had half a mind to just do nothing but sleep, having felt tired of fighting and being a ninja for a while.

The want to become Hokage was barely there at present. I didn't want to be in that position just for everyone's respect. It was an arrogant thought to have to begin with. Completely out of the question? No, but it was a long-shot dream and I shouldn't get my hopes up. I could work hard to get there, but with this war coming up my dreams were being crushed by the many what-if scenarios that began to pop into my head.

What if we lose?

What if they kill my friends?

What if they capture me and kill me?

What if I left and let the world fight for itself?

What if there is nothing for me to do?

What if I'm in the way?

I wasn't about to let everyone fight a war because the Akatsuki wanted my tailed beast. The cloud's Jinchuriki was still alive as well, so he and I were the agenda of the war to sum it up. If we were captured... it's over, and they would win without any real issues.

If I fight I'm at risk... and risking everyone. If he does it's the same thing. If I don't my friends will die and I can't save them, same for him.

I'm not strong enough to protect them either. I lost it in the fight with Pain, and I was downed almost immediately before I could even engage Danzo, and it is because of him that I can't believe in my abilities anymore. He has me questioning everything.

Everything...

Everything...

"You are nothing. Just a weapon, so stop pretending to be something your not."

"Hey..." Itachi snapped me out of my thoughts, greeting me with concern. "What's that face for?"

"What face?" I asked in curiosity.

"You look like the world's ending." Itachi poked my cheek. "You've been zoning out for five minutes now. Is everything okay?"

"I guess I'm just stressing over this war that's looming over us. I don't feel good about being one of the main objectives of it... ya know?" I whispered, hugging him to find an anchor.

The twisted orange mask came to mind then, and Itachi's voice drowned itself out as his deep tone began to speak to me. Madara's calm tone filled with eagerness.

"See you soon, Naruto Uzumaki."

His burning red eye was drilling into me, taunting my very existence. It sent chills through me and reminded me of everything I hated about my life. He was the sole cause of my life being nothing but a struggle just to be accepted as human rather than a monster-wielding vessel. I was trying not to linger on him, but he honestly scared me a bit.

He was unpredictable.

"Oi! You're doing it again!" Itachi's voice spoke loudly by my ear, making me flinch back to reality. "Focus on the present."

"My bad." I grinned sheepishly and pulled away, sighing heavily before moving to the edge of the bank where the towels and clean clothes were placed on a smooth stone. "I'm done, ill be getting dressed."

"Well, the bath did nothing for those nerves." Itachi huffed and got out as well.

I dried myself off with one of the towels Itachi had brought. I left my hair damp since drying it with too much of a hassle. I managed to keep it from dripping by dabbing it with the towel, but it would have to air dry. I threw on my new change of clothes, which was basically like my usual outfit. Orange pants and a black and orange jacket over a white shirt. I strapped my weapon pouch on and tied my headband over my forehead to complete the look.

"There we are." I sighed happily. "I feel clean."

"As do I," Itachi responded with a faint grin. "So, what should we do?"

"Well, if we are allowed to, I'd like to visit Sasuke, and then talk to Tsunade about getting you back into your old status as a ninja of the leaf." I listed off. "Does that sound like a plan?"

"Yes, it does." He confirmed with me.

We made out way back to the village, carrying out dirty clothes with us. We made a pit stop at the tent to drop them off before making our way toward the entrance to the cliff that Tsunade showed us. We enjoyed each other's company in the silence, which was filled with the sound of the nighttime animals waking up and starting their days as the last daylight faded away. Making room for the stars as the clouds moved far away.

It was peaceful, basking in his presence under the moonlight. His skin was like porcelain pottery, beautiful and expensive looking. He looked so unnatural but good in its pale glow, complimenting his snow-white skin. He stood taller than me, but he didn't look too much older, maybe around Kakashi's age? Perhaps younger. I couldn't care any less about his age, he was good to me.

I hope I was good to him. He deserves more than me, but if it's me he loves then I'm going to love him back with all my heart... and never turn my back on him. That's my promise to Itachi Uchiha and one I planned on keeping.

God... his bite.

My face heated up at the memories of him biting into my skin, owning it but loving it. Tender bites, gentle sucking, apologetically kissing the wounds after making them, holding back his intense hunger I know he has. He was a very gentle man, but he did have roughness I could tell he held back. I wonder what a rough night would result in. Bruises and a broken pelvis maybe?

My mouth watered at the thought, bruised by hand marks, hole punched, and bleeding from the wounds he gave me. It made me feel light-headed and aroused.

Biting me... again and again.

It felt amazing when he bit me.

My skin started tingling as the need to be bitten arose. I reached up and rubbed the scar he gave me the first time he did. A terrifying experience in a dazed state of mind. He looked starved, intense, apologetic, and dangerous.

Hot...

"Wow..." Itachi shivered beside me and covered his nose as he stared at me with burning red eyes. "Naruto your smell..."

"S-Sorry." I sucked in air and turned away from him with a shaky smile, my face feeling like it was going to ignite in flames.

But I thought that thinking about this beat the idea of lingering on stressful thoughts about war, death, and possibly having to confront the Rikage soon.

"Hn... your veins are singing." Itachi purred and suddenly leaned into me, his arms wrapping around me from behind, pressing his lips against my neck. "Your mind is wandering to dangerous places, hm?" He raised a brow, his lips smirking against me.

"Maybe a little." I grinned like an idiot as we walked along in an intimate position.

"Fuck... after we visit Sasuke, can we find a secluded place to spend some time? Your smell is making me hungry." His tone turned husky, making my spine tingle from head to tailbone.

He dragged his hands over my chest, wrapping his arms around me in a hug, growling against my neck and kissing the scar he gave me, making my mind reel and my body heat up. I had to mentally battle with myself to calm down before I started to physically react. I bit my inner lip for a moment as he nibbled the skin, shuddering against my body.

"O-okay." I shakily whispered out, my voice weak in the face of his hot actions.

Damn.

"Beautiful." He chuckled before letting me go, swatting my butt, making me jump with a shocked yelp. "Can't wait for it, my precious fox."

I smiled and shook my head, fanning my face to calm down before we got there. Luckily I got it and my mind cooled off in time. When the door came into view it was heavily guarded by masked Anbu Black Ops, staring us up and down the moment we came into view. Itachi and I both held our hands up in surrender the moment they came into view. They didn't so much move until we got too close. They held out their hands to stop us and quickly patted us down. Surprisingly they didn't take our weapons from us, and let us pass without any issues.

"Nice." I whistled with a smile. "That didn't take long at all."

"She probably figured that we would visit Sasuke before the Rikage came to pass his judgment." Itachi hummed, however, his tone sounded off, throwing me into a confused state of mind.

"You sound nervous," I commented, tilting my head in curiosity.

"I do?" Itachi raised his eyebrows at me before rubbing his throat. "Perhaps I am, just a little bit. If he decides to try and kill my brother I won't be able to just stand back and watch it happen without doing anything."

"I won't be able to either." I sighed heavily, his body tensing and looking at me in shock. "What's with that surprised look? Itachi, I busted my ass to find Sasuke and bring him home. I've fought Orochimaru and confronted a Kage for him. He's my closest friend, the only one who understands me. Of course, I'm going to fight for his sake. It goes against my way of life to give up on someone. You'll learn that about me." I folded my arms with a smile. "It's just my Ninja Way."

My only redeeming quality is my stubborn mind. I was selfless toward my friends, something that no one could rip away from me, not even Danzo or the likes of Madara Uchiha. The only thing I seem to like about myself currently.

"Heh, you're too pure for this world, Uzumaki." Itachi grinned happily and ruffled up my hair.

"I know," I smirked at him, shrugging a shoulder. "Uhg, where is he?" I groaned impatiently since we kept passing unoccupied cells. "How big is this place!"

My worst quality was probably my impatience.

"It's fairly large. I've been here before but a long time ago. I must have been what... twelve?" Itachi mumbled before shaking his head. "Eh, it doesn't particularly matter. I can still see using the blind method, so I know where he is. He isn't too far up ahead. He's going to be on the le-"

"Awesome!" I blurted with eagerness before taking off in a full sprint, arms at my sides.

"Hehehe." Itachi's faint laughing faded as I ran further down the large hallway.

I looked to my left, scanning each door until I came across a solid door with a seal slapped on the front of it. It was also guarded so I figured that's where he'd be.

"Sasuke. Here to see him." I spoke as I came to a halt, bouncing on my toes.

The anbu looked at one another before stepping between me and the door. The one in the very front folded his arms and tilted his head to the side.

"You can't visit alone, Jinchuriki. He's an Akatsuki." The man stated. "Sorry."

"I'm with him!" Itachi's loud voice echoed as he came into view.

"..." The anbu looked over to him as he jogged closer and closer. "Brilliant. Well, don't let me stand in the way of a family reunion. Any funny business and I'll throw both of your asses behind bars."

"Yes, we know." I smiled sheepishly at the guy, as he stepped aside to let me pass.

"Right. Hand over your weapon pouches and you may proceed into the cell. He won't be able to see you nor can you approach him past the line on the floor." The man instructed and held his hand out.

I stared at it with an unamused glare before slapping my pouch onto his hand before opening the door and walking inside, ignoring Itachi's panting as he caught up to me. I walked into the very dark room, and a torch beside me on the wall lit up the moment I walked in.

About five feet in front of me was a large white line etched into the stone floor. Beside me in the corners of the room were chairs for guests and visitors to sit in. I paid them no mind and looked beyond the line, to see Sasuke. He was bound in a straight jacket, with seals decorating the fabric. His eyes were also tied over and sealed. He had chains attaching his body to the wall behind him, keeping him from getting within three feet of the white line.

There was a bed and a toilet, and that was it.

"Couldn't keep away from me, could you dweeb?" Sasuke huffed.

"Nope. I'm still annoyingly persistent." I chuckled and took a seat as Itachi came into the room. "Are you comfortable?"

"..." He remained quiet for a moment before standing up and walking forward until the chains prevented him from coming any closer. "I'm hand-fed three times a day, I have a bed and a shitter. Sure I am." He spoke with heavy amounts of sarcasm. "Dumb question."

"Y-yeah, sorry." I winced and looked away.

"They aren't mistreating you are they?" Itachi asked, taking a seat next to me and grabbing my hand without hesitation, squeezing it.

He didn't look happy to see him the way he was at all. I wasn't enjoying the sight either and Sasuke was very obviously hating it. I disliked it too, especially those chains.

"No, a little rude but it's not like I'm being beaten. Do you know when the Rikage comes? They haven't told me anything."

"Tomorrow sometime. I don't know if it's in the morning or the afternoon. But it's tomorrow." Itachi replied.

Sasuke nodded with a sigh, before sitting down, leaning against the chains.

"Are you being treated okay?" Sasuke asked in a quieter voice.

"Yes, I've been fine. The occasional stare and some angered ones but that can't be helped at all." Itachi smiled sadly, rubbing my hand in thought. "I've been good, though, just stressing over your situation. I'm still angry with you for the stupid decisions. But I can't exactly blame you for what you did. That fault falls on me."

"It falls on Danzo, and I got all the satisfaction of killing him." Sasuke rose his head in our direction. "For us."

"...yes, you did." Itachi's sad smile remained, before sighing heavily. "So, that Sakura woman seems to fancy you."

"Yeah, she isn't one to give up on her likes." I smiled awkwardly. "She still has feelings for you."

"Predictable." Sasuke shook his head. "How have you been fairing, Naruto? Any problems?"

I perked up in honest surprise at the question. I looked down at Itachi's hand and clutched it tighter for a moment. I could be honest with him, but I didn't want to burden him with my problems.

"Could be better. But, I'm glad to be home. And I'm glad that Danzo isn't here..." I mumbled.

"Mentally, is what I meant. You were caught in a seriously powerful illusion." Sasuke huffed.

I frowned at his question, looking at the chains as anger boiled beneath my skin. My blood heated up as the mere thought of Danzo sickened me.

"Could be better," I whispered, narrowing my eyes as a weird wave of temptation swirled in my head, making me sigh shakily and tighten my grip on Itachi's hand. "Wish I could have hurt him at least one time before he died. But knowing he's dead is enough. He deserved worse than what he got. It should have been slower."

Itachi's eyes widened and stared at me for a moment in genuine shock, eyebrows raised. Sasuke hummed softly and nodded his head.

"He didn't treat you fairly. I understand entirely. It's better off without him alive. He was a selfish human." Sasuke nodded.

I felt my heart beginning to speed up, and I had to bounce my foot to keep myself reigned in, raising my eyebrows while my eyes remained narrowed. I tried my best not to crush Itachi's hand, I tried my hardest to sit still as the sight of Sasuke chained made me irritated.

Extremely irritated.

"Easy, Naruto. Focus on the present." Itachi spoke calmly as if he could tell my brain was beginning to spiral a little.

"They have him chained up like an animal." I seethed, rage rearing its head as my surroundings bled into a red color. "He's not guilty of killing anyone who didn't deserve it."

"We know that, it's only a precaution. It's a law that must be followed." Itachi reminded me. "I don't enjoy seeing my little brother like this either. It makes me mad too."

"You don't understand." I hissed, feeling my teeth sharpen as Danzo's face materialized in front of me, feeling chains weighing down my limbs.

Making me feel heavy.

"I-Itachi I need to leave the room. I can't look!" I whispered as my claws dug into the armrest and Itachi's hand, making him flinch in pain and the armrest splinter.

I could feel my rational mind slipping.

"Is he okay?" Sasuke asked, shooting to his feet as the dust began to swirl by my feet.

"No, he isn't," Itachi sighed and lifted me out of my seat. "Naruto breathe."

"Filthy animal...you're right where you belong. I pray these chains scar you. It would bring me great pleasure."

"You DONT BELONG IN CHAINS!" I hissed and lunged forwards "BREAK THEM!" I yelled, Itachi grabbing me and yanking me towards the door. "DAMNIT LET ME BREAK THEM!"

"Hey! Easy! Sorry Sasuke, we'll come by later!" Itachi grunted beside me as he forcefully shoved me out of the room with one push.

I snarled when I hit the ground, blindly lunging forward again, clawing at the ground as I scrambled to my feet. Before I reached the door I felt multiple people grab my arms and torso to hold me back.

"GET THOSE FUCKING CHAINS OFF OF HIM NOW!" I screamed out, thrashing and struggling to break free as the anbu turned into silhouettes.

People I couldn't recognize as the urge to rip something apart formulated in my head. I could feel chains on my limbs. I could feel him pulling on them, I could hear them clattering about, and I could feel my brain searing with agony and an animalistic urge I hated.

"Hurt them."

"GET THEM OFF OF HIM! OFF! OFF!" I cried out, feeling my claws digging into flesh I couldn't see, blood hitting my nose as my skin began to burn.

I heard garbled voices, but none of them formed words. The only sounds I wanted to convince to let him go as the chained man vanished behind a door, a figure standing in front of it. An obstacle I could kill if I let him in.

All it would take was a small ounce of his chakra and I could slaughter them.

And I wouldn't feel the slightest bit guilty over it.

Yes...

That's exactly what I'll-

My thoughts were interrupted by a set of burning red eyes, Sharingan that stared through my soul. I froze up, as the feelings of anger turned to mush and were forcefully suppressed. I grunted when I felt someone Seize my mind, washing its anger away with calmness. Itachi's soft and sweet nothings echoed into my head and beat back that animalistic urge to kill, the feeling of being cornered.

My brain grew so fuzzy that I almost forgot what had just happened. I forgot where I was for a moment, and before I could relish in the wonderful feeling of a stress-free calmness, I was snapped out of it and brought into the present.

The first thing I noticed when I came to, was the feeling of hands grabbing at my head tightly. I blinked slowly as the figures turned back into people. The one holding my head up was Itachi, who looked uncomfortable and strained, looking at me with mixed emotions. A look I didn't like seeing at all.

Next... was the smell of blood.

There were two Anbu at my sides, who were slowly relaxing as I did. One of bleeding heavily from a wound in their back and the other had a wound in their shoulder from my claws. My fingers were sticky with their blood, making me instantly pull my claws from their wounds in guilt as I panicked.

"Oh no," I whispered and pulled away from them, stumbling back and holding my hands out. "I-I didn't mean it!"

"We know." Itachi nodded slowly. "Are you back with us?"

"I-I think so! God, I'm so... so sorry! I didn't think I'd freak out! I didn't even know that chains were a triggering sight I-I..." I freaked out as the Anbu began to administer medical Ninjutsu on themselves, staring me down with their guards up. "Am I arrested!?"

"No, you aren't." The male Anbu grunted out. "Tsunade warned us about the probability of mental issues arising. It's why we are here, to begin with. Take it easy, kid."

Itachi walked away from them and approached me. He cupped my face with a hard stare, scanning my expression.

"Today just isn't a good day for you is it?" He asked me in a soft voice.

"I guess not," I mumbled, staring at the door Sasuke was behind. "I didn't hurt you did I?"

"It's already healed. Don't stress about my well-being. I'm more concerned about yours." Itachi sighed and grabbed my hand, before walking us toward the exit. "I'm having Tsunade take a look at you. I can't wait. She knows the majority of your ailments from the interrogation squad reports, so maybe she can do something about this frequent nightmare stuff and behavior."

"Maybe. How's your thirst?" I quipped.

"Well, a lot worse now. But I know my limits and I'll be okay for now." Itachi shrugged a shoulder with a smile. "Thank you for asking."

"I'm sorry for being a bit of a handful, I don't do this stuff intentionally," I spoke with a bit of guilt.

"I know, you're fine." Itachi let go of my hand and wrapped an arm around my shoulders.

I sighed heavily and leaned into him. I looked around the dark hallway for any bathroom signs on them so I could wash the blood off of me. The sticky feeling was beginning to bug me, and I can barely imagine Itachi's struggle with it. If he was thirsty then it must have been agitating him.

Luckily I spotted one and was quick to rush over. Itachi followed shortly behind and we both entered the bathroom together. He switched the light on since his hands weren't bloodied and I immediately went for the sink. I switched it on and paid the small one-man bathroom space no mind as I worked on scrubbing the blood off, which did so with ease since it wasn't fully dried.

The sink turned red as it washed off my hands, making me sigh as I relaxed more without the sticky feeling of someone's blood lingering on my hands. Without looking up I could see Itachi staring longingly at the red liquid going down the drain, his eyes twitching and licking his lips all the same.

Yeah... he was hungry.

I looked at the open door and kicked it closed gently with my foot. I then tilted my head and looked at him through the mirror, his eyes meeting my reflection. I finished washing my hands and dried them using a towel before hopping onto the counter, sitting, and staring at him. He raised a curious brow, but I only shrugged.

"Hungry?" I asked.

"Very." He thickly stated.

"Have at it then." I smiled faintly at him.

"Hn, here of all places?" Itachi smirked at me. "A bathroom, in a secured section of Konoha, sneaking about and doing funny business in a bathroom?"

"Well, there is a shower in here, a toilet, and a sink. Room to sit down and hang out." I chuckled despite knowing the space was a little cramped. "Unless you don't want to eat here."

"Hn, Plenty of space to fuck, too." Itachi lewdly suggested.

My face reddened, and I looked away with a shaky smile. "M-Maybe later?"

"Awe, don't let your little episodes get in the way of good fun~," Itachi winked at me. "You've been horny all day, I can practically see it radiating off of you."

"Damn, don't call me out like that." I laughed into my hand, smiling, already feeling better than I was a minute ago.

"I enjoy it." Itachi approached me and leaned in, kissing me softly before pulling away. "May I?" He asked, his eyes moving to my scar.

I shivered as his hand traced up my arm, his eyes hyper-focusing on the scar he gave me. I weakly nodded, my face heating up immensely.

"You don't have to ask."

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