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(itasasu) nekomata -- teaser
So there's this fic I'm working on, on and off -- more often off than on, but I still like it. It's based on a RP I did with Sarolynne (again ♥) and zomg a fic where the lemons are mostly part of the actual plot! 'course, I still have lots of things to fix, because it's just fine in a RP to summarize stuff that happen to one character alone, or to ignore plotholes, and since I suck I often end up forgetting what I had established for my character and contradicting myself on little details.
But! I have the main plot. The problem is rewriting it properly and ironing out the many wrinkles. Meaning it is nowhere near ready for ze posting, and as with all backburner projects I've got, I might lose interest and never finish it.
So of course, I'm gonna be a cocktease. :Dexcept there's not even sex yet to tease you with. hah.
They had been forbidden to kill fellow Akatsuki members on pain of death.
Up until today, Itachi hadn't had a reason to.
They had been allowed to continue their own little intrigues on the side, their own plans and missions, so long as it didn't interfere with the Akatsuki's master plan. They were all, after all, highly skilled, highly independent professionals; they'd betrayed a village already, none of them would suffer being ruled too tightly. In the end, none of them were truly under anyone's control; they worked together because they had one common goal -- whatever the motives -- and because of a subtle balance of threats and enticing opportunities.
It was fatal that some of their personal goals and missions would interfere, sometimes. But Itachi didn't care enough about any of his own side trips to kill fellow Akatsuki over having his secondary plans thwarted. He understood that some of the others might feel differently, though, and was perfectly ready to meet and counter any little scheme they would use to get back at him should that happen -- non-fatally, of course.
As long as they didn't push him too far.
Trying to kill him wouldn't have pushed him half as far as looking at his brother too closely.
Kidnapping the boy from under Orochimaru's nose, sneaking him back inside the fortress where five other Akatsuki members were currently residing, and torturing the boy until he forgot his pigheaded pride and screamed himself hoarse was a bit more than looking too closely.
If he believed the layers upon layers of containment runes all over the room, and the still body of the Two-Tails holder, she had done worse.
The woman was a very high-level missing-nin, and he had breached several of her kekkai to get there; she should have felt him a long time before Itachi entered the room. But the transfer had exhausted her -- and from the way she favored her left leg, Sasuke had managed to get in a few hits before he was subdued.
The corner of Itachi's mouth briefly tilted up. At least his little brother wasn't slacking off.
They moved at the same time; scrolls flying from her hands, his own fingers flashing through one-handed seals. She was too smart to look Itachi in the eye, preventing him from using Tsukiyomi.
He hadn't been planning on Tsukiyomi; he had been planning on Amaterasu.
He could see her moving; he could see everything. And none of the physical barriers she tried to erect at the last second did anything to stop the all-devouring black fire.
Itachi waited until her body was done burning, and then he circled the sprawling, spiraling array on the floor on silent feet, eyes slipping back from Mangekyou to regular Sharingan.
It was too late to do anything. He watched, expressionless, as the glowing red seals finished crawling over the floor and on his brother's skin, as they darkened around Sasuke's navel, tearing exhausted whimpers from his lips.
Itachi didn't need more than a cursory glance at the scrolls and the seals covering every available surface of the room to understand what all this was about. The Cloud kunoichi who had been the previous holder of the Nibi was sprawled on the floor, her position mirroring Sasuke's; her glassy eyes stared at the ceiling blindly.
He knew where the two-tailed demon was.
But! I have the main plot. The problem is rewriting it properly and ironing out the many wrinkles. Meaning it is nowhere near ready for ze posting, and as with all backburner projects I've got, I might lose interest and never finish it.
So of course, I'm gonna be a cocktease. :D
They had been forbidden to kill fellow Akatsuki members on pain of death.
Up until today, Itachi hadn't had a reason to.
They had been allowed to continue their own little intrigues on the side, their own plans and missions, so long as it didn't interfere with the Akatsuki's master plan. They were all, after all, highly skilled, highly independent professionals; they'd betrayed a village already, none of them would suffer being ruled too tightly. In the end, none of them were truly under anyone's control; they worked together because they had one common goal -- whatever the motives -- and because of a subtle balance of threats and enticing opportunities.
It was fatal that some of their personal goals and missions would interfere, sometimes. But Itachi didn't care enough about any of his own side trips to kill fellow Akatsuki over having his secondary plans thwarted. He understood that some of the others might feel differently, though, and was perfectly ready to meet and counter any little scheme they would use to get back at him should that happen -- non-fatally, of course.
As long as they didn't push him too far.
Trying to kill him wouldn't have pushed him half as far as looking at his brother too closely.
Kidnapping the boy from under Orochimaru's nose, sneaking him back inside the fortress where five other Akatsuki members were currently residing, and torturing the boy until he forgot his pigheaded pride and screamed himself hoarse was a bit more than looking too closely.
If he believed the layers upon layers of containment runes all over the room, and the still body of the Two-Tails holder, she had done worse.
The woman was a very high-level missing-nin, and he had breached several of her kekkai to get there; she should have felt him a long time before Itachi entered the room. But the transfer had exhausted her -- and from the way she favored her left leg, Sasuke had managed to get in a few hits before he was subdued.
The corner of Itachi's mouth briefly tilted up. At least his little brother wasn't slacking off.
They moved at the same time; scrolls flying from her hands, his own fingers flashing through one-handed seals. She was too smart to look Itachi in the eye, preventing him from using Tsukiyomi.
He hadn't been planning on Tsukiyomi; he had been planning on Amaterasu.
He could see her moving; he could see everything. And none of the physical barriers she tried to erect at the last second did anything to stop the all-devouring black fire.
Itachi waited until her body was done burning, and then he circled the sprawling, spiraling array on the floor on silent feet, eyes slipping back from Mangekyou to regular Sharingan.
It was too late to do anything. He watched, expressionless, as the glowing red seals finished crawling over the floor and on his brother's skin, as they darkened around Sasuke's navel, tearing exhausted whimpers from his lips.
Itachi didn't need more than a cursory glance at the scrolls and the seals covering every available surface of the room to understand what all this was about. The Cloud kunoichi who had been the previous holder of the Nibi was sprawled on the floor, her position mirroring Sasuke's; her glassy eyes stared at the ceiling blindly.
He knew where the two-tailed demon was.
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just...wow.
Meow
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*flails helplessly*
Nyaaah I love this ;___; you wouldn't forget it for too long, would you? *frets*
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Geez, gotta love it. SasukeTorture, oh yes. SasukePossessed? HELL yes.
Why do you torture us with such great things?! >_>
+J+
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She was too smart to look Itachi in the eye, preventing him from using Tsukiyomi.
Actually, she should avoid looking at his hand, too, because of that one-finger genjutsu and all.
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Seems like an interesting set-up. You kinda evened the power dynamic, at least physically. I'm wondering how it's all going to pan out.
Adi
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So, yeah. I was rather glad to see an explanation... ^_^;
nummy
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Cruel, cruel woman. If we didn't love your writing so much, I'd have to whine, something about "That wasn't fair," and then I'd whimper and moan and bitch and...
But I won't do any of that. >_>