After getting their breakfast, Itachi took Renai to Leader's office. But to their luck, he wasn't there. Just two guards, Rain anbu jonin, posted outside the door. They let her in and told her to wait. Itachi left after dropping her there. And now, there she was, all alone in the huge, eerie, magisterial office room. She just sat their and waited for maybe an hour. Or maybe two. She was getting really bored and got up and started to look around the place to find something to keep her occupied for the time being.

The place looked dirty, everything was covered in dust and big stacks of papers and files littered throughout the floor except for the majestic looking old-timey desk situated at the center of the room. It was meticulously arranged. Not even a speck of dust on it. Behind it the whole wall-window was hidden behind thick burgundy curtains. A few rays of light that could make its way in from the little openings between the heavy curtains. From the ceiling, hung a beautiful crystal chandelier, providing the room with necessary light. Contrasting to the modern interiors of  other rooms of the tower, this one gave elegant medievalist vibes with its classic gentlemen's officeroom decor. The walls were hidden behind huge bookshelves, like a library or study. Books on so many interesting subjects, it made her mind boggle. Other than books,there were also case-study and research materials on things and incidents she had never even heard of. Some bookshelves were open and some were locked behind glass and seals. Some of those were ancient and new scrolls, others, she assumed, were mission scrolls. Each with a unique marking or Kanji on them, telling who it was from and who can read them.

Just exactly who are these people and what do they do? She had heard a lot about the Akatsuki. All of the scary bedtime stories, the underworld gossips, the murmurs in shadows and talks in day light. But this office room doesn't look like of the throne room of some powerful mob-leader or terrorist organization. Whoever works here is a very well informed and influential person. If it's the same man who thinks he's a God, I can understand why he would think that. She walked around lazily, dragging a finger along the wooden surface of those selves. She brought it up to see a patch of dust. He should get someone to clean this place. He surely can. She walked carefully through the room, careful not to tip over one of the paper towers all though out the place. Or he can do it by himself. If he is the "God" he believes himself to be. She chuckled reaching the oak table, picking up the small paper crane resting atop a small stack of books. She took a closer look at it, the clean creases and soft blue colour, a bit faded at the corners and along the lines of the folds.

"What's so funny?" A deep, dark voice from behind her startled her and she dropped the origami. It hit the floor with a soft thud. She turns around to see a man in orange mask standing at the door with arms crossed.

Obito covered the distance between them in graceful long strides, standing right in front of her. A little too close for her comfort, his smokey, spicy smell making her a bit dizzy. Renai fidgeted under his sharingan gaze.

Don't these guys know anything about personal space? The voice in her head scoffed. But hot damn... That's a nice bod. Smoked cinnamons. If only there wasn't that stupid mask in between...
The annoying commentary in her head was cut short when Renai realized that the man before her was bending down to pick up the paper bird.
Oh no.... Oh, damn no! This dress is too short. Too. Fucking. Short. Please don't.... No no no... Oh. He's getting up. Please be it that he didn't...

Obito once again stood tall before her. His gloved hand reached behind her, slightly grazing her arm. "Baby blue, hm? Sweet colour." His tantalizing voice whispered in her ear as he set  the paper bird back on the table.

Renai's face turned beet root. Her eyes snapped shut. He did. The internal voice echoed again.

Obito eyed her up and down. From her wild, wavy black hairs to her little heart shaped face, piercing blue eyes, full luscious lips, the creamy smoothness of her skin, elegant feminine figure. His eyes travelled further south. Her breasts were perfect from what he could tell, not too heavy, not too small. Her body curved gently to meet at her prominent, supple waist. Muscular strong legs. Even though the full view of her was under some clothing, it still made him aware of an uncomfortable tightness against his pants.

Nagato does have good eyes in matter of searching for a perfect woman to fuck. The thought crossed his mind. He adjusted his mask, being glad it was there. "Haven't seen you around here before. Recently fell from heaven?"

"And that's what Adam said to Eve." A mocking bored yawn came from Renai "tch tch tch...talk about primitive pickup lines." she scoffed looking away and blowing up a strand of hair from her face. Crossing her arms, she shifted her weight from one leg to another.

"Feisty and tough to break. I like that in my woman." Obito smirked.

"And who exactly said that, hm?" Renai asked with a poker face looking directly into his eyes, "That I am your woman."

"You will be." Obito said taking off his mask and tossing it over the table. "Soon enough."

Renai's brows scrunged up, a pout forming on her lips. She was about to say something but then she saw him walking around the desk and taking a seat on the other end.

"State your name and order of business, please." He spoke with a smug smirk on his face. He knew what she was here for. But he was curious as to how much she knew.

Renai's mouth went agape as her eyes widened. Not for the fact that this man was sitting on the place of the leader of the Akatsuki. But for how incredibly handsome he was. He was like something out of a storybook, but in a messed up kind of way. Though it only served to make him even more alluring to her. Cropped black hairs, strong jaws, broad shoulders, stern but mischievously captivating eyes and full lips. He was stunningly attractive in the way that made her stomach do multiple flips. The scars on the entire one side of his face fascinated her all the more.

"Your scars only means you were stronger than whatever tried to hurt you." A faint wistful smile came and disappeared on her face, remembering those words.

Obito watched her silently by the passing minutes, noticing every little flexures coming upon her features. It intrigued him all the more.

"Renai Hotaru." She spoke after a few minutes of oogling him shamelessly. "I was told I will meet the leader of the Akatsuki here. I don't know what for." Her voice was calm and enticing when she spoke, and Obito's Sharingan could clearly see the minute relaxation in her posture that would very well be invisible to any other eye in this world. Her lips pulled up in an almost serene smirk, a smile full of secrets.

Obito rose from his seat and stepped towards her at a lazy, predatory pace, walking through the furniture in between like a ghost. The subtle widening of her eyes told him of her astonishment. He came to stand in front of her once again, leaning on the desk with his arms crossed at his chest.

He wondered if he could take her right there and then, on that very table he was supported by. He entertained the thought briefly, trailing his eyes over her intricate features once again. He felt a painful throbbing in his pants and mouth go dry. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, finding it really hard to contain himself from doing what all images and thought forming in his head to her. This girl is having an effect on him that nobody has had in a long time. "Renai, huh?" He grinned with a lewd glimmer in his vermilion eyes, "Whoever named you has got to be quite a pervert."

"Probably." Renai snorted amused.

Obito's gaze softened a bit, fixated on the way her chest heaved up and down with every breath she took. The way her Sapphire irises twinkled in contrast to her pale skin was bewitching. His eyes drifted to the lush rosy lips and stayed there for a while. The darker side of him imagining what it would feel like to sink his teeth in those soft lips or when she screams his name in pure pleasure. His member throbbed and his breathing hitched at the mere thought. He needs to have her. Right now.

"So. You don't know what you are called here for, hm." Obito's grave tone was laced with tantalizing darkness, his eyes narrowed on her. "Allow me to tell you then." He stood straight, taking a hold of her wrist, he yanked her to changeover their positions, backing her up like a predator on hunt until her thighs hit the cold surface of the table. The distance between them was reduced to a mere hairline.

She froze as she felt his fingers skimming through the smooth skin of her thighs up until the hem of her little dress, and then up some more, slowly lifting the fabric and leaving a burning trail on the skin underneath.

"As I told you..." Obito's hot breath burned through the soft skin of her ear, "You will be my woman." His lips fluttered at the junction of her jaws making a breathy trail to the corner of her lips. He placed a soft, prolonged kiss their. His warm breaths tickling her sensitive skin as his hand made its way to her hips, getting the feel of her smooth, sinuous body.

"So." Renai gasped "you're the leader, hm?" her body slowly backing up until his other hand held her tightly by waist and pinned her to the desk roughly, making all the things above it topple.

"I guess you can say so. I am the one who influenced Pain to make this organization. And I am the one behind its functioning." His smirk widens as his hand on her waist lowers to grope her ass. The other one traveled up to her belly, fingers caressing around the navel and the supple curves of her waistline when it grazed around a certain marred lesion. He knew the feel of it. He has a lot of those himself. His figures traced the scar, starting from the curve of waistline, all the way to her back, ending an inch near the spine. There were some dents along the way from the skin being cut too deep. Like a wound inflicted by a nailed whip. Places where the nails dug deep into the skin and dragged its way before getting out.

Obito's jaw clenched. He turned her around swiftly and with force. She braced herself just in time before her head could hit the table. Her eyes closed shut tightly when he ripped apart her dress. The torn pieces slid down her arms and her palms formed a fist.

She knew what was coming. What he had in mind. She had been through this so many times before. So many times that she forgot the count. Her eyes had forgotten to cry.

Obito's eyes widens seeing the visible half of her body that was now bare to him except for her scanty underwears. Her entire back was full of scars like those. Too many for him to count. "Who did this to you?" His voice was hushed and coarse, but his hands fisted and released more than once and his body invisibly shook from the boiling rage inside him. He didn't know the reason, but he didn't need one either.

Renai didn't answer, she didn't whimper like she used to once. She just stood there like a statue devoid of a soul. Her tears dried, will crushed and hope died a long time ago.

An inaudible gasp escaped her and her eyes snapped open when she felt a caress over her old scars. A hold on her bicep turned her around and she was pulled into an embrace. His hands grabbed the back of her neck pulling her to him and soft, scarred lips crashed with her. He took over unchallenged dominance, his tongue explored her mouth and teeth bit into her lower lip drawing out blood which he hungrily lapped up.

His hands got rid of the remaining bits of her clothings. Strong arms wrapped around her waist, making her sit on the table. His lips left hers and planted feverish fluttering kisses all over her face and along her neck, leaving behind bite marks whenever he felt her body twitched under him enjoying her mewling and gasping. His hands travelled all over her seditious body. Fingers scouting every inch of her smooth skin in warm ghostly caresses.  Her breathing became laboured and her heart rapidly pounded against her chest. She hid her face in the crook of his neck, her warm breaths against his skin acting as fuel to fire inside him.
His hands fisted in her hair, pulling her head back harshly. She groaned and gasped loudly feeling his wet tongue on the swell of her throat. It went further down making a wet trail down to the valley of her breasts.

A shaky moan escaped her when his palm grabbed her breast, kneading the fleshy mounds. His other hand was tracing up and down her spine making goosebumps active on her skin. His mouth latched onto her other breast. Tongue swirling around her hard nipple, flicking and suckling  it greedily. She grunted discontently when he stopped, only to moan louder when he gave the same treatment to the other one. Her hand clutched his short hairs painfully, pushing his face on the soft flesh, demanding more of his tortures assaults. Obito smirked like a devil.

His hands left her body to undo his pants. It hit the floor pooling around his ankles. "Obito." hot breath fanned against her ear in husky growl, "I want you to scream my name, Renai, for what I am about to do to you." His nails clawed and scratched the tender skin of her hips pulling her closer and entering her agonisingly slowly, tearing through her clenching womanhood.

"Aahh~" Renai threw her head back, her screams echoing throughout the room. She could barely sit straight and Obito's arms caught her to keep her in position. Not giving any time for the pain to subside, he started pounding into her mercilessly. The wild, animalistic growling emerging from him reverberated through her body, making her core tightening around him. A knot forming in her stomach.

What he was doing to her was painful and at the same time pleasurable. A sudden risqué rush of adrenaline was making her crave more of his amorous tortures. She wanted more of this. More of him.

"Mmmm~ Obi-to..." An involuntary moan, not above a mere whisper from her set the beast inside him loose. He was thrusting into her harder and faster, until he came, filling her with his seeds, setting off her climax as well. Her nails dug deep into his clothed shoulder as they both rode their high in blissful ecstasy. He hissed at the erotic pain, breathing heavily with his head resting on her shoulder.

But he was not quite done with her yet. He was far from done.

Renai felt drowsy. She closed her eyes and rested her head on his chest when he picked her up in his arms. The air around them became heavy and swirled, and at the very next second they were in a different room. She felt the cool softness of the sheets when he laid her on the bed and pulled the quilt on her. "Sleep tight, Firefly." He kissed her on forehead and then left. She heard the door closing behind him and drifted off.

***

Renai's eyes remained closed as the velvety sheet slowly slid from her naked body, revealing the upper half of her body. She groaned lazily and sat on the bed, rubbing her eyes and yawning and purring like a fuzzy kitten. She looked around the room, finding herself in a new one. Huffing annoyed, she felt like a misplaced furniture, being moved around from one place to another.

Well...this room isn't half bad either. The view here is just as awesome as Pain's room A sudden familiar chill ran down her spine and sapphire orbs darted to the cushiony chair in the middle of the room.

A man with unruly long midnight hairs and blazing ruby eyes was sitting there comfortably. His Sharingan fixed solely on her naked body. Hands folded and expression serene, looking every bit as regal as he had sitting on a throne with the proud symbol of Uchiha on the wall behind.

"I'm happy to see you made it this far." a faint smile adorned his angelic face, his red eyes glimmering brighter than any star. "Couldn't help but notice how you were smiling in your sleep. You have a beautiful smile."

Renai looked at him impassively. Nothing in her gave away the fact that his calm, raspy voice and compliments always worked like a soothing spell for her.

The man's subdued smile widens seeing enough. He got up from his place and was immediately at her side, the mattress sinking under his weight. His callous fingers caressed thorough her tangled hair, playing with her coal strands. The immediate appeasing effect he had on her was the one she couldn't hide. Her head tilted towards it, her inner restlessness relaxing under his placid touch. "I missed you too, my little princess." There was a look of longing in his eyes as he said those words. "Soon, I will be right here with you."

"Soon?" She asked holding his hands.

He brought her fingers to his lips placing a soft kiss on them, "Very soon."

A knock echoed and her eyes snapped towards the source of the sound. They turned back immediately, but he was gone. A doleful smile came upon her lips realizing that the genjutsu has broken.

"Soon." She repeated to herself before getting up to open the door.