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Chapter100: Drama

"Remove yourself, you uncouth scum!"

She narrowed her eyes, her gaze flickering between this well spoken assassin and the bed. It was empty. He was dressed in a black yukata, face pale and slightly flushed from the cold night and running through the castle like a lowly rogue. His bright, intelligent eyes held an uncanny resemblance to those of lady Yorune. His lips, slightly parted as he struggled to breathe, were a perfect copy of those of the daimyō.

She let go of him, intrigued, and he immediately reached for a katana mounted on the wall. She wasted no time, retrieving a sai from her own weapon pack. He swung quickly and decisively. She easily evaded him, trapping his weapon with hers and rendering him disarmed. He let out a sharp breath as she made to strike him, stopping barely short of his face. He gulped.

"Black in the night is a good choice, but your material is so obnoxious I could see you even in the dark.", she said lowly. He eyed the sai carefully, then looked at her eyes. Eyes? What eyes? He couldn't see any. Why? Sure enough they were there, he could tell, but he couldn't even see them...

"I won't even ask why you're sneeking about in your own home. It's weird enough that you're sneeking into your own bedroom. However, I'm curious as to what you're up to, Torayoru."

His eyes widened. He averted his gaze, it landed on the katana. She stepped back, giving him room to grab the weapon. Then, as he was bent over, she kicked him, causing him to fall forwards without an ounce of grace. Then, she sat on him.

He felt cold iron graze his back through the yukata. He immediately stiffened, not wanting to agitate the ninja any futher.

"I could've killed you, you kniw. I thought you were another ninja, here to take my sweet money right out of my hands.", she said lowly against his ear. He let out a sharp breath, eyes wide.

"It's money that you want, is it? I can—", he paused as the sai suddenly got dangerously close to his face. This person wasn't heavy at all, if he were to roll over he could easily trap her. He immediately did so, missing the fact the she followed him in a fluid motion, as if she expected this. Then he trapped her with his lean, muscular arms.

"Name yourself, shinobi.", he hissed. The woman laughed such a sweet, soft laughter that his heart fluttered. Eyes narrow, he froze as she snaked her arms around his neck. She pulled him close, and bound him around the waist with her legs.

"You—"

"I am your worst nightmare.", she cut him off, barely a centimetre from his face, voice low and malicious. He tried to break free of her hold, but found that he had underestimated her strength. There was no escape. A chill ran up his spine as a new fear took him over.

"Be good, Torayoru. I demand it."

Then, he was on the floor, scurrying for his weapon. When he finally rose, she was long gone. He was left to wonder had just happened. Surely the fiend had violated him. He was as much at a loss for words as he was breathless. With the katana in hand, he sat there, confused and thankful. Thankful, because he was still alive.

"What luck.", he said softly, to no-one in particular.

...

He would seek out Itachi if he could. The boy had clearly made his choice. Shisui was falling behind, like the first time around with their clan. When Tama first asked why he lost his eye to Danzō, he instinctively lied and said he had planned to take revenge for his late father, who he claimed was killed by the man. Now, he was glad he did so. The girl was proving to be more trouble than he initially thought.

Though, now, the lie was futile because she obviously knew what had happened. She deliberately took him and nursed him, knowing that they had different goals. She was pushing him into a corner, and he didn't want to escape.