Kaori Kuina, a girl whose existence will bring war, meets Uchiha Itachi, a man who will kill for peace. He has taken so many lives before, yet why couldn't he take hers?
[contains sexual content, read at your own discretion]
うちはイタチ fanfiction ; ita...
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Kuina thought she was dead after she fell unconscious. Yet, the pain in her wounds never seemed to vanish the way the mercy of death would grant her.
Amidst the yearning night, she only regained her consciousness again when they arrived at a shelter. She didn't know where within the world it was; the shelter didn't look like the Akatsuki hideout.
It took her a while to regain her bearing, and she realised she was being carried by strong arms. Her body was wrapped up in an Akatsuki cloak, and she couldn't really see her surroundings.
She spared no attempt to peer over, too weak to move. The gashes where the needles poked her were still bleeding and sizzling in pain. Bitter cold crept over her skin as the warmth in her began to evaporate into the air.
Itachi seemed to notice that she had regained consciousness. A relief sigh parted his lips as he entered a dark room within the shelter and placed her down onto a bed.
Kuina shuffled uncomfortably as she was tempted to look around to observe where she was, but Itachi stood there under the moonlight, capturing her sight.
He spared no glance at her as he dragged a chair over to the bed and sat down. Tentatively, he grabbed her wrist, his eyes glancing over the deep laceration the handcuffs had indented onto her skin. Then he grabbed out a bottle ointment from the bedside drawer, and gently, he began rubbing the ointment onto her wound. His fingers were terribly rough from his years of wielding weapons, but his movements were gentle, soothing the scorching pain.
Kuina watched him and the tenderness in his movements. Her eyes filled up with sorrow, and she swallowed down the lump in her throat. "Why are you so nice to me?" She barely managed to speak, her lungs pained as if it were ruptured.
He continued to apply the ointment. His long lashes fluttered softly as he massaged and fondled her skin. "One moment you said I was mean, and now you say that I am nice. You are confusing."
She breathed heavily as she lay still. The loss of blood was draining away the energy she had, so she didn't attempt to retort to him.
Once he finished treating her wrists, he glanced over at the severe wounds on her back, and a subtle pain flashed over his cold eyes. He lowered his gaze and gulped "Did it hurt?" he questioned softly.
She bit her lips as she shook her head. "I-It didn't hurt."
His brows furrowed, knowing full well she was lying, but he said nothing to it, letting her voice sink into the still silence. He let out a sigh. "Do you want me to clean your wounds?"
She shook her head again and buried her face into the pillow, averting her gaze away from him. "It's okay," she muttered, her head feeling light. At that moment, she doubted that even if she got her wounds treated, she would make it through the night. She didn't know whether she should tell him so. He had always been a dutiful person, and if she did, would he be mad that she would be the reason he failed his mission?
