OC, Nami, just moved back to Konoha to become an assistant to famous actress, Sakura Haruno. This will be a tough job that will lead to many career opportunities for Nami. Along the way Nami will find her strength, fall in and out of love, and ultim...
"Nami, at the risk of embarrassing myself, I'm not interested in anything... serious."
They had been sitting side by side in silence until she had kissed his cheek. He then had kissed her until they both got lost in the moment. Their shirts were off and he hovered above Nami as she laid on her back. His knee was snug in between her legs, he felt both excited and guilty at the growing wetness he felt through her panties. Nami's wide eyes peered up at him.
"I'm glad you said it," she said as she lifted her head to continue kissing him.
They were both three weeks into the ten-week program at Shining Light. Nami was practically starved for another human's touch. Orochimaru, on the other hand, had been alone for years. As they completely undressed each other, he was both frightened and fascinated. He ran his hands down her thighs and then up to her breasts.
As Nami removed his underwear, she was met by his dick that was exactly the same size as the crystal she had played with last night.
"You've thought of this before haven't you, Nami?"
"Oh please, like you didn't intend for it to happen from the moment we sat across from each other at orientation," Nami said. She shocked herself at the honesty of it all.
She knew exactly what he wanted from the second they laid eyes on each other. Nami wanted anything but to face the events of the last two years.
She gave him an innocent doe-eyed look before taking him into her mouth. He went to place his hand through her hair, intending to guide her as she sucked on him. Nami swiped his hand away. The very thought of anyone else controlling her made her blood boil.
She pushed Orochimaru back and got on top of him, his hair laid spread out over the pillowcase. She lowered herself slowly onto his girth, adjusting herself to his size. When she felt ready she began rocking herself back and forth on him. He didn't want to risk his hands being swiped away this time, so he merely traced her curves.
"So... fascinating."
Nami was breathing hard as Orochimaru laid her onto her back to enter her. She gripped his arms and held on through each thrust.
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Each moan she let out made her feel lighter. It freed her from the weight of her earlier confession. He then had one hand on her clit as the other was by her shoulders, supporting him above her. He brought her to her climax before pulling out and releasing himself onto the sheets.
And, almost as if she woke up in the midst of a terrible nightmare, she was repulsed by what she was doing. Her body went through the motions of post-sex cleanup while internally she was hitting herself. What the hell am I doing here?
She didn't mind being with Orochimaru, she minded that she was here in rehab having sex out of desperation with him. She just wanted to get back to real life. She had a career to fix, not to mention, her relationship with her brother.
She and Orochimaru lay side by side, once again in silence, until his raspy voice broke, "I don't think we... this was a one-time thing."
"Thank you for being so kind to me when I needed it, Orochi."
He sighed and met her eyes, hesitating before he was set on what he had to say, "You aren't a killer, Nami. You may think you're to blame; but, every single one of us is responsible for what we allow others to do to us. I don't know exactly what happened between you and the Uchiha family; but, something tells me, every person present that night knew what they were getting themselves into. Please forgive me if any of this comes across too harsh. I can't allow you to think you are the one who got anyone killed."
Nami remained silent. Deep down, she knew he was right.
~~~
The next day, Orochimaru and Nami walked to the group therapy session together. People turned their heads, eyes widened as they realized the two were closer than before.
"Alright, let's sit," Gaara spoke, "Who would like to go first?"
The group remained quiet. Most peered at Nami, their eyes practically begging to know what had happened between her and her rehab buddy.
A young woman wearing her hair in space buns broke the silence, her voice startling, "I want to know why a certain someone feels they're too good for us. She never shares, she only listens and stares."
"We don't push anyone to speak if they aren't ready," Gaara said.
"I just would like to know if she thinks she's better than all of us? Maybe she's too rich for the likes of everyone here? Maybe she is more focused on fucking zombie men than actually going to rehab?"
"Tenten, if you continue, we will remove you from the program."
Another man spoke up, "She's right though. How do you expect us to share when someone so judgmental is present?"
Gaara cleared his throat and motioned to Kankuro.
Nami stood, straighter than she had in months, "There's no need. I will be removing myself."
"See, I knew she thought she was too good for us!"
Nami hugged Orochimaru and whispered her thanks into his ear. Ignoring the protests of Gaara, she marched herself to the front office where she would peacefully sign her release papers. Tobirama would be notified, too late to convince her to stay.
~~~
It was a long train ride back to Konoha. She had eight hours to plan her next move. She figured she would go see Hidan. She felt a need to thank him for practically saving her life.
Therapy hadn't helped her at all. Each day she went in and was asked the same question, 'How are you today?'
Fine.
She was scolded for expressing any type of love towards Madara. Or the one time she was asked why she had stayed in such an abusive relationship for so long.
I don't know! Wasn't that the whole point of therapy?
However, the past three weeks did help Nami. They helped her realize that rehab wasn't her answer to recovery. Nor was therapy for that matter.
The train ride from Kumo to Konoha was an empty one. Nami fell asleep when she was sure no one else would bother her.
She dreamt she was back in Madara's private theatre.
"Boring?! I don't think so! This is all your life, your accomplishments and a living diary of sorts. It's like... your testimony. Your signature upon this earth," she said.
Only it wasn't Madara she spoke to. It was herself.
"My testimony, is that so?"
"Call it what you will. But in the future, when you're dead and gone. When all of our friends are gone, this is how the world will remember you. The art you leave behind."
"But, I have learned how can I have art if I put on a front to protect my heart?"
"You can. Trust me, I have been in this industry for a long time."
~~~
The train came to a stop. She was once again returning to Konoha.
