Perverted Naruto Fan Fiction 2

Another pairing I absolutely adore other than Kisame and Itachi is Yahiko and Konan. Yahiko created the Akatsuki and was the once to convince Jiraiya to train them to become ninja. When he died, Nagato used his body as Tendo Pain and ruled Akatsuki using his friend's animated corpse through the chakra rods he implanted in Yahiko's body. I love the Amegakure nin, to me their the only ones with a good back story to them and they were very well developed characters. Plus I just love how ghetto and torn up their village looks, all held together with ninja duct tape while everybody else's village is beautiful and one with nature. There's a lot of bars in Amegakure, has anyone noticed that? I like how brave Yahiko was as a kid and how he actually wanted to inflict pain on others so they could understand the pain he felt, as he got older he matured and wanted to help people rather than begin conflicts. It was a shame that he died.

Konan is also an under appreciated character, she was wise enough to never trust Tobi, she was mature and never went on rants about how unfair her life had been. She took the good and the bad, in a way, she reminds me of Itachi, they bother understood what it meant to be ninja and never revealed their secrets while living. Unfortunately Kishimoto-sensei kills all the happy couples. They had a basic, boy meets girl, becomes friends then lovers over time relationship. Nothing wrong with that.

                    

Yahiko x Konan fan fic

Yahiko froze as he realized that for the first time in a long time, he and Konan were completely alone. He was badly injured, bandaged up enough to make him look like a mummy on Halloween. Konan also realized this, she quickly shot up on her knees and gently pressed her lips against his, her hand resting on his cheek. Yahiko had been so surprised that he hadn't realized that it was over as quickly as it started. Konan now sat down fully upon the bed looking at the floor in embarrassment. He began to blush as he moved to lean forward, "Yahiko, don't move!" She sounded so concerned, as always. 
          Yahiko leaned foward despite the pain he felt, when he came close enough, he lowered his head to steal another kiss. "Yahiko......." She stammered. 
          "Can I have another kiss?" He asked softly and despite that he was clearly asking, it sounded more like a demand. She felt that even if she said no, he would take another but she wasn't sure if she would mind if he did just that. 
           "Yes....." She answered as he pushed his tongue against hers then over. 
           His right hand graced her abdomen softly pushing her back onto the bed. She hadn't even noticed when she was lying squarely beneath him. Her hand lightly gripped his shoulder which had been bandaged while the other tied itself in his strawberry blond hair. 
           Lifting away from her mouth only to breathe, he kissed her back forcefully, demanding but lifted away to kiss her jawline and neck. She didn't say anything. "You don't mind," he asked her as his fingers gingerly delved under her shirt. Konan shook her head but found that she couldn't say anything. Yahiko wasted no time, he felt heat searing at his pants and fate had finally given him the opportunity to do something about it. 
           He pushed her shirt up to her collarbone, he attacked her left nipple with his mouth before going on to her right. He traced his tongue down her stomach to her naval piercing, something he always wanted to toy with since he first caught glimpse of it when she was dressing one morning. Wrapping his tongue around the sapphire jewelry, he sucked it into his mouth until his lips parted across her skin. Konan took in a deep breath finding out that she was tickelish there, after apologizing to her, Yahiko went further south. Luckily for him, she wore a skirt and tearing that off and the underwear with it had been easy.
           She hadn't even asked him to stop, she only squirmed out of modesty. He wasn't quite sure why she was being so modest with him. She tried to turn to the side but he placed his hand on her knee. "No. Please.  Spread your legs for me." Konan wasn't a coward and while normally followed the leader's words and order, this was different and she wasn't quite sure if she should but she slowly found herself doing just as he said.
             Yahiko gave her oral sex and when she was wet enough, he rose himself over her. 
He pulled at his sweatpants which had only gotten tighter, pulling them down to reveal his unbandaged lower body. Reassuring his soon to be lady, he rubbed himself against her, wanting too much to shove it inside.    "Yahiko.......I'm not sure........" 
    "No?  Aw don't tell me no." 
    Unfortunately she could never just say no to Yahiko. 
    "Please be gentle......"
    "I will, don't worry. I love you Konan." He said nuzzeling his head against hers.
    "I love you," she told him again. 
    "I know you do." 

    Pushing himself as slowly as he could, she sucked in a deep breath then slowly exhaled once he was halfway inside. "You okay?" He asked feeling concerned. 
    "It hurts." She told him. 
    "It does? Should I stop?" He felt embarrassed, he wasn't hurting, he could barely feel his wounds at the moment. He didn't know it would hurt her. 
     "No. No pain no gain right?" She said to him with a smile. 
    "You're a real soldier."
         Feeling more confident than usual and Yahiko barely ever lost his confidence, he tried as gently as he could to push himself completely inside but when that only caused more pain for Konan, he shook his head.  "I'm gonna say sorry in advance, sorry for this." He placed both hands on either side of her head, mustered his strength despite being as hurt as he was, and pushed as hard as he could until he felt himself all the way inside, past her tight folds. 
       She screamed a bit as she gripped painfully at his shoulders. He kissed her, "I said I was sorry." 
       "That doesn't change the fact that, that was painful."   
       "I didn't think this would hurt you so much, it's not hurting me at all."
       "It's all right." She comforted him drawing him into a deep kiss.
   
    Feeling better about the pain he was causing her, he pushed all other thoughts aside, Nagato was more than capable of holding the Akatsuki together for a day without him or the second in command. Sitting up a bit or as much as Yahiko would allow, he graciously pulled off her shirt and bra so that now she was naked under him. 
    Laying her back down, he hovered a bit before resting his bandaged chest against hers. He picked up a clear rhythm and gently hit different spots inside her body, trying to find the right one. "Mmm," he groaned reveling at how soft she felt, he closed his eyes momentarily before opening them again only to look at his lady. "You feel so good." 
    "Really?" She asked him. 
    "Yes." 
         She laughed a little, "you feel warm and thick," she told him wrapping her arms around the back of his neck but tried not to apply any real pressure so as not to hurt him. 
          "Do I? Is that a good thing?" He wasn't sure, he knew that he was taking up all the space inside of her and to him that felt great, he wanted to be the only one taking up residence. He pushed up and got a moan of pain. "Sorry sorry sorry." 
           So not there, "take me a bit deeper," he said as pulled her down by the outside of her thighs onto him, forcing her down onto the hilt of his fleshy blade. Moving gently, he rocked her until her wetness allowed him to slip even deeper. Groaning, he slowed his movements which had her out of breath and softly moaning for him. "So there you are, I found you." Yahiko exclaimed happily. Konan kissed the side of his face, dampening the bandages.
          "Yes." Was all she could say. Her lower body was full and she didn't want anything else at the moment other than him. Wrapping her calves around the small of his back, she pushed up, blind to any following pain, willing to let him take her. Surprised by her action, he forced it, trying to see how deep he could go but couldn't. Returning to the spot he found that made her moan, he made it his. 
            "You're my lady, right?" He asked sounding a bit unsure. If he had to compete with Nagato, he might actually lose. 
           "I've always wanted to be yours." 
           She told him the truth but he had to ask, ".......and Nagato?" 
            "I love Nagato too, but like a younger brother." 
    Yahiko sighed a breath of relief, luckily he didn't have to compete with his friend, he also thought of Nagato as a brother, and as his savior and all he wanted was to protect both of them. He kissed her forehead, "that makes me feel a lot better." After talk had died down, he kept at that one spot until he felt her body tighten around him, massaging him as her bodily fluid came flowing down upon his skin causing him to release hard inside of her. 
        When their hearts and breathing stopped racing, she asked him what he had done.  "Uh...what's it called again?  E-ejac-ejaculation? Yeah that's it, I ejaculated! Wait, oh fuck." He said that last part more to himself. 
        "What's wrong?" She asked him. 
         "Hold on," he told her as he pulled himself out only to discover that he was covered in blood and that the head of his cock was spluttered with a white liquid. 
         He look to her, there was blood and cum. He sat up quickly, "oh shit, I made you bleed, I'm sorry, I'll be right back." He panicked not sure what he had done to cause her to bleed. Quickly getting to the floor and walking towards the bathroom, Konan sat up then looked down. Nothing looked out of the ordinary to her. Until she placed her hand to her skin then lifted it to see blood and something else. 
        "Oh. I'm bleeding. That's odd, I'm not on my period. So this white stuff is his ejaculation then?" She was considerably less freaked out than he was. Yahiko returned with two towels, one wet and one dry. She watched him as he took the wet towel and wiped off the substances. She held her out her hand to him. He grabbed her wrist and pressed the wet towel to her fingers. "What's the white stuff? It's sticky." 
        Yahiko panicked again, how should I answer? "Uh.....its called semen I think.......and it can get you pregnant......but that's what the older guys tell me." 
        She laughed slightly, "is that so?  Looks like we have to be careful about your ejaculation and semen then." 
      Yahiko looked hopeful, "you aren't mad?" 
      "No. Why would I be mad?"
       Yahiko hugged her, "thank you."
   
    Nagato returned late in the evening to see Konan sleeping beside Yahiko in Yahiko's bed. "That's cute.....but it disturbs me for some reason." He said to himself. The next morning, Konan left early leaving the two boys at home. Yahiko stretched, forgetting completely about his wounds then remembered them as the pain stung him mercilessly. 
           "Morning Nagato!" He greeted, noticing the red haired young man sitting at the table, a cup of tea in his hand. 
          "Good morning Yahiko, feeling better?" 
          "Much better! I'm good enough to fight, I think." He said getting up and joining Nagato at the table. 
          "I don't think your wounds are healed already." Nagato poured some tea for him. 
          "Where's Konan?" He asked after thanking him. 
          "She already left." Silence came over them and they both felt strange. 
          "I love you like a brother Nagato." Yahiko said suddenly. 
          "Uh..thanks, I feel that way about you too.  In fact, I even admire you." 
          "Really?  You don't need to admire me, you're the savior." Yahiko smiled as he wrapped his left arm around Nagato's neck. 
          "But you've always taken care of me," Nagato tried to argue. 
          "And I always will, even when I become god of this world but I want to talk to you about something......" 
          "It's about Konan? I already know." Nagato told him, sparing the older boy from having to say anything. 
          "How? Did she tell you already?"
          Nagato shook his head, "no. I'm not blind Yahiko, quite honestly I've been expecting it for a long time now. I'm surprised that you even had the courage, I hope you didn't cry." Yahiko smacked Nagato on the back of the head, "ow." Nagato rubbed his head. 
        "Don't mock me. I am a man, of course I had the courage and didn't cry! But you know what this means?" 
        Nagato looked up at Yahiko who stood up, "no, what does it mean?" 
        "It means that you're girlfriendless. Hah!" 
        Nagato punched him lightly in the stomach, "silence, I'll get one eventually, after you've become a god." 
        "Ow, don't hit me, I'm wounded." 
        "You're obviously not wounded enough.  And there's blood on your bed. You should clean it up." 
    Yahiko fixed the covers on his bed, then looked back at Nagato, "you liar, there's no blood on my bed, I cleaned it up yesterday." He attacked him playfully, then told him, "you shouldn't wait, even saviors like you have needs." 
       Nagato pushed him aside, "I'm not like you." 
       "You're right, you're way too sensitive, you'd probably cry." Nagato hit him again then left him cringing on the floor. 
       "Nagato, come back, I didn't mean it!" 
       "Oh, Nagato, welcome back." Konan greeted as Nagato entered the Akatsuki's base of operation.       "Konan, please don't have children with Yahiko." 
        She stared at him in confusion, "I wasn't planning to.  Maybe in a distant future long after he's become god." 
       Nagato reached her side, eclipsing her and even Yahiko in height. "That would be for the best. I don't think Uncle Nagato could handle any offspring he has. Especially if its a boy, if its a girl, she might be more like you." Konan laughed at him then handed him a piece of paper, "these are the coordinates that still need some help. I was going to head over there, want to come with me?" 
           "Sure."   
    It was late night when they returned home to find Yahiko standing in front of the stove. "How do you feel?" Konan asked referring to his wounds. 
        He looked back at them, covered in rain water. "Fine. The sting of the wounds has gone away and you?" 
       "I'm fine." She answered without much thought.
       "I should return tomorrow, I don't want to be out for too long and become useless." Yahiko said indefinitely.
        "Even if you were, things are going relatively smooth.We might not even need you for the next couple of days, you should wait until your wounds are completely healed."  Konan told him, she was the second in command and with reason, she was always bright and picked up the ball faster than Nagato and Yahiko, especially when training with Jiraiya-sensei. 
        "Fuck that, I don't want to wait.  I'm fine." Yahiko said in response.
         "You just want to fight," Nagato chipped in. 
        Yahiko glared at Nagato then hit him in the head with a wooden spoon.
         "Ow."
         "That's for earlier." 
          Konan looked to Nagato then at Yahiko then back at Nagato, "is that the reason why you don't want me to have kids with him?" 
         "Yeah." Nagato responded. 
         "What are you guys talking about?" Yahiko asked as he stirred something in a large pot. Nagato looked at Yahiko's back then shook his head. 
          "About me having your kids." Konan joked but the comment had Yahiko turning around wide-eyed as he kept eye contact with her. 
       "You are?" He sounded so surprise. 
      "No. I don't know. Nagato asked me not to have kids with you for fear that'd they be too much like you." 
         Yahiko smiled then hit Nagato again with the wooden spoon. "That's our decision," Yahiko chastised.    "Ow. Not again. Just saying, Uncle Nagato isn't sure he's up to dealing with a little Yahiko." 
    "Don't worry Nagato, even if Konan and I had offspring, either now or later, I'm sure you'd love the kid."
    "Still, we should try to prevent that if it's possible." Konan told Yahiko.
    "No more sex?" Yahiko squeaked, succesfully embarassing Nagato by being so blunt.
    "I didn't say that, just don't ejaculate inside of me." Konan told him.
    "I'm done." Nagato declared at their tactlessness and headed outside, he sat on the small step as he looked up to the raining sky. He did always suspect that Yahiko and Konan's once sibling like relationship would eventually blossom to real love and become intimate but that didn't mean he wanted to hear his older brother-like figure talk about knocking up his older sister-like figure. Although he loved and looked up to Yahiko, he felt more partial to Konan and didn't want big sister to feel hurt by her now lover.
    Konan opened the door, "you okay Nagato? Come inside, dinner is done."
   

*Don't own the characters or fan art.

Perverted Naruto Fan Fiction

Who doesn't write perverted fan fiction? 50 Shades of Gray emerged from it, and no I don't believe that fan fiction should be published. Fan fictions are how we show our love for all the things we love that's already copyrighted so I hate seeing fan art that's copyrighted. You're not the original artist, what's the point of copyrighting your rendition? I don't know, I don't get it.

So I'm going to start with some yaoi between Kisame Hoshigaki and Itachi Uchiha. Even though the fan fic is sexual, I love the relationship between the two men. Here you have Kisame, the big shark of Kirigakure who became confused about his own purpose in life, who found a kindred spirit in the story of Itachi Uchiha murdering his entire clan then he meets the younger man and they develop an actual friendship. I love how they were very subtle about it, especially Kisame. I never thought of them as being homosexual but you can tell Kisame felt very fortunate to find a place where he could belong and not be hated for the things he was ordered to do by his Kage. In Shippuuden when Itachi's illness became worse, there's an episode where Kisame hunts down the Bijuu on his own to spare Itachi from over exerting himself. I felt that was very sweet and spoke volumes to the nature of their relationship and when he died, he thought of no one else but Itachi and it made me want to know more about their day to day relationship as they have been traveling together for years. 

Kisame x Itachi yaoi fan fiction

Kisame lifted up Itachi's shirt then pulled it over his head so that his body laid bare except  covering his shoulders. Kisame placed his right hand on Itachi's stomach, savoring the warmth of his body before moving it upward towards his chest. "I love the way your body looks, you're so beautiful, I know I've said it before, but you're my favorite type of woman." He smiled evilly, something Itachi had grown accustomed to seeing by now.
         Itachi said nothing as Kisame lowered his head to his stomach, just laying against his skin before licking it then moving upward towards his left nipple. Careful not to bite or else he'd bite it off completely. Kisame's hands gripped at his side as he slid his thick tongue across his skin. "Mm," Itachi made a noise that didn't mimick surprise or a even a moan. 
        "My body is betraying me as I speak, if it's of any consequence, I would want yours." He told Kisame. "Why don't you show me yours." He said lowly, grabbing lightly at the bottom of Kisame's shirt.  Kisame pulled it off quickly revealing masculine abs under the light blue skin, and the black fur that trailed down from his belly button. 
           "I didn't know sharks could have fur." Itachi cracked softly as his right hand graced over his lower abdomen. 
           "In comparison to your hairless body, I'm more of a man physically." Itachi laughed softly then nodded as best he could. Itachi reached up to feel the hard rippling muscle, Kisame's body was definitely more masculine compared to his thin and sleek build. "Your skin is cool." He said.
           "And yours is so warm for a dying man." Kisame grinned back, reveling in the light caresses of Itachi's hand. 
           "You want to touch something, touch this." Kisame pulled the hem of his pants down allowing his cock to hang out. 
           Itachi's eyes widened. "Big and blue just like the rest of you." 
           Kisame snickered as he lowered himself slightly enough to tap his cock against Itachi's lower abdomen. He took Itachi's hand and wrapped his fingers around his already rock hard organ. 
            Not asking why, Itachi slowly pumped it, moving his fingers in a way that massaged the foreskin as well. He was much bigger now that he held it. Kisame's cock was thick and long. There was a thicket of black hair above it in which Itachi scratched at, it was silky rather than curly and coarse like normal human males. 
            "You are immaculate my friend." Itachi praised as he sped up his jerking off. 
    Kisame quickly pulled off Itachi's pants and underwear to reveal his hanging self, Kisame was so hard that it was starting to hurt but Itachi hadn't been turned on at all. He didn't care. Kisame grabbed Itachi's wrist then held it above his head as he pressed himself against his friend's cock. He was much thicker and longer than Itachi. "Don't look at me like that, I'm not very big even in full erection." Itachi confided.
          "I don't care about that." Kisame answered shivering at the touch of his friend's warm skin against his cold skin. Kisame lowered down on top of Itachi wanting to feel his body against his. He kissed Itachi fiercely, remembering not to use his teeth. He pulled away to breathe, his gills didn't do anything at all! Itachi surprised him by raising his hands and clamping them down on the back of Kisame's neck, effectively pulling him back into another kiss.
    "I don't want to let you die." 
    "Then what do you want?" 
    "I want to be the last person to feel your warmth." Kisame admitted.
    "What do you mean by that?" Itachi asked not really understanding.
    "You're an intelligent man, you'll figure it out."
    Itachi chuckled, "fair enough. Kisame.............thank -"
    "Stop right there or I'll bite, don't thank me until you breathe your last breath." 
    Itachi looked away. "You can if you want to, I don't mind, we'll call it a reward if you help me with something." 
    "What do I have to do?"
    "Help me to die in front of Sasuke." Itachi looked back up at Kisame, his Sharingan blazing. Kisame really didn't want to, he hesitated biting back everything to not just say no. Instead he raised a hand then lifted Itachi's ponytail then pulled out the band holding it. "Okay." Itachi smiled, "I'll be the woman you want tonight. Just this one time." 
         Closing his eyes, Itachi spread his legs shyly allowing Kisame access to his anal canal. It had been a long time coming but he always wanted to see Itachi look weak and vulnerable like this. "It's gonna hurt," he warned in humor. Itachi didn't respond but bit his lower lip when he felt him enter. "Heh, that's just the head.  Surely you can do better than this Itachi." Kisame mocked earning an annoyed glare from the smaller man. 
        "Then you'll have to do your worse. I've felt worse pain than this, and you know I have." Itachi responded. Kisame smiled revealing his shark teeth which earned him the nickname Jaws by Konan. With a hard thrust which he surprisingly held back on, he pushed forward until he was all the way inside the tight space.  Itachi gritted his teeth. 
    "No wonder you're a rapist, who the hell would submit to this willingly?" 
    "Uh....YOU. I won't tell anyone that you cried real tears." 
    Itachi smacked at him lightly, "don't be absurd." 
    Kisame laughed, "yeah that's me the absurd shark all right."
    Itachi laughed trying to sit up to make the pain in his lower body lessen a bit but Kisame had other ideas and pushed him back down then told him, "don't get up again. .....
Be a good boy like Tobi."  Itachi glared at him again then sighed, "as you wish."
         Kisame fucked in and out of Itachi until he had the younger man panting for breath and trembling. Itachi gripped at Kisame's muscular arms, even dug his non-existent fingernails into his skin. Kisame didn't want to hurt his friend who was already in so much pain but holding back wasn't something that he was good at. He wanted him, wanted him now, had him now in what was his last chance. He always wanted him and those words slipped out his mouth without him noticing his own lack of verbal control.
        Itachi had suspected it but had dismissed the thought from his mind, Kisame was a fun, loyal friend who cared about his well being the way he cared for Sasuke. "I know," Itachi told him softly, raising his hand to hold the back of his neck gently, then his hand fell down to rub at his broad back.  This was his first time ever with a man. He couldn't ask for more after realizing just how much Kisame truly cared for him.
        He could only hope that Sasuke could end up with someone who really cared about him, either male or female. Lowering himself so that his head wasn't crooked up against the wall like it was, he laid fully down so he could let the older man have him. Kisame would be the only man to ever have him. However, even though Itachi was giving in, Kisame found this position hard. He was such a big man and Itachi was at least a foot and some inches shorter than he was.  ighing to himself, he pulled out, surprising Itachi.
       "What's wrong?" He asked sitting up as Kisame sat back on his knees.
       "Get on your hands and knees," Kisame beamed at him. Itachi couldn't help but to roll his eyes at him but he did say that he would be his lover for the night. He slowly turned over onto his stomach, his elbows down by his head and his knees straight alleviating his lower body's position. His long black hair showered over his shoulders and a part of his back in which his slim body jutted from it seemed. 
       "You know from this position, I can't really tell if you're a man or a woman." Kisame laughed. 
       "Look between my legs, you'll find the male anatomy hanging." Itachi told him sourly. 
       Kisame laughed more. He grabbed at Itachi's balls then licked them, "you mean this?" 
       "Yes that. I didn't know you were such a nymphomaniac." He said honestly, if he was a woman, then he would actually be turned on by all that Kisame had done to him. 
     "Yeah there's a lot of things people don't know about me." Kisame told him, running his tongue from his sacs up the back of his thigh to his butt.
    "I see that now, but if I were your woman, I'd be the happiest woman."
    Kisame stopped, no one had ever said anything like that to him before, to admit that they were happy being with him. "You don't need to be a woman to be happy with me Itachi, you can be just who you are."
    Itachi looked over his shoulder at his friend, he looked so................
    "Kisame. I am content being with you but I'm not ever really happy you know......"
    "Then be my boyfriend until you die." 
    "Will it make you happy Kisame?"
    "Yes. And I'll accept your death and let it go when you die. And it'll stay just between you and me."  Kisame added trying hard to convince him.
      Itachi sighed, he really wanted to say no but Kisame had cared for him, loved him when no one else did.  "Okay. We can give it a try." How far could it really get? Kisame felt his heart leap up making him feel energetic and lively. He knelt over and kissed Itachi's lips. He had a real lover now for the first time. He got behind him, "doesn't mean I'm gonna go easy on you!"  Itachi shook his head, he didn't really think he would.
      Parting his cheeks, he spit on his hand then rubbed it on his cock as lube, then pushed his cock inside to reclaim his ass. Itachi was his now. He bucked hard, grabbing hold of Itachi's waist as he fucked him so he wouldn't move. 
      Itachi opened his mouth, a groan escaping only resulting in arousing his big shark even more. Kisame bent over his back to kiss at his shoulders, his hair getting into his mouth which he really didn't mind. Itachi closed his eyes tightly and braced the impact for each pounding, finding that he really didn't like it but since he was giving his last to Sasuke, he was going to give his best to Kisame.
       He lowered his knees and his upper body until he was nearly flat on the ground. He was taking it well.    "I'm gonna cum buddy," he said to the younger man. 
        "You're gonna try cumming inside of me, aren't you?" Itachi asked opening his red eyes to see Kisame's hand next to his, he was breathing on the back of his neck.
         "You know damn well I am," he said proudly. 
         "Don't," Itachi warned. 
         "This is my night," he reminded him, sitting up.
    He fucked into Itachi hard, trying to make himself release. 
    He roared feeling himself release into Itachi, Itachi trembled then swore viciously. Not only had he not been fucked by a man before but feeling his sperm splurt inside him was a strange feeling too. Kisame pulled out then sat back taking a deep breath. "That's so much better," he then lifted Itachi up putting the small man in his lap. "How do you feel?"
    Itachi rested against him, "I'm fine."
    Kisame pulled down the cover of the on the floor futon and laid his boyfriend in it then himself. They've slept together before in the same bed or futon so now wasn't any different. The sunlight poured into the inn room over the two who held one another. Itachi woke first and got up to bathe, leaving Kisame to sleep a little longer. When Kisame woke up he headed into the bathroom to pee. It wasn't as if he didn't know what to say, he and Itachi were friends, good friends always and there was no reason to act different now.
       "Which of the bijuu are we going after today?" Kisame asked.
        Itachi wrapped a towel around his waist, courtesy of the inn. "The three tail." 
    Itachi stopped dead in his tracks, put his hand over his mouth and coughed up blood until it seeped through his fingers.  He was spewing blood again and as much as he liked covering it up, they had been together for too long to keep it a secret from him. "You okay?" Kisame asked not showing much concern, Itachi was selfless but even he had pride.
    Itachi turned on the cold water in the sink to rinse his hands and mouth, "I'm fine," he lied yet again then left the bathroom. He pulled on his shirt and his pants. 
      Kisame came out feeling a bit more concerned for him than usual. "Are you really okay? Can you fight?"  he asked standing above Itachi who kept his head lowered. Itachi then looked up with his blood red eyes, a clan trait that frightened most people but not him. He loved those blood stained eyes of him that knew the sorrow, loneliness and bloodshed so well, the same things he's only known his whole life.
        "I'll be fine, as always," Itachi smiled sadly. Itachi was never fine and he was the only one who knew that. Itachi placed his hand on Kisame's abdomen then raised his lips to the muscle just under the skin.  Kisame laughed as if it tickled him, "what are you doing?" 
          "I'm going to give Sasuke my best and my last so I want to give you something too." 
           "You're too generous." Kisame smiled as Itachi mouthed his skin, licking it lightly with the tip of his tongue. 
          "Are you going to eat me like you do dango?" Kisame cracked. Itachi looked up then away as he pulled down his underwear. Gingerly taking the large flat cock inbetween his thumb and index, he lifted it up to run his tongue over the shaft up to the head. 
    Kisame shivered, something about this seemed so wrong. Itachi was a man he respected more than anyone, a man he never wanted to see fall or fail. Seeing him rise to his knees to lick up his cock seemed......so wrong. It felt warmer and softer than he thought it would, there wasn't much of a taste, "I thought you'd taste more like Shark Fin Soup." Itachi joked making his shark laugh again. 
         "Oh? Try putting it in your mouth," he joked.
    Itachi looked up at him scandelously, making the older man's cock jump in excitement. "You're so fucking beautiful," Kisame said. Itachi looked up, his mouth open and his tongue visibly running the length of him. He shuddered, he didn't know that Itachi could be so dirty and look so good doing it. "Don't tease me," he could feel himself growing hard.
        Smiling gently, Itachi closed his eyes, licking the head like candy, he took it into his mouth, purposely moaning just to get under his boyfriend's skin.  Just like inside his other orifice, it took up all the space as he gently sucked it, he didn't want it to be shoved down his throat, he had enough health problems. Kisame gently placed a large hand on his head, running his fingers under and through his black hair. 
    Itachi felt skilled but he knew the man was heterosexual, same as he was but maybe the young man had experience giving oral sex. The low heat and moistness of his mouth surrounding the expanding head was driving at his body like a Rasengan to the chest. He slowly shoved the next two inches into his mouth, aware that trying to make him suck all of him would only hurt him. Itachi sucked harder finding that it wasn't so bad.
    But it wasn't enough.
    Soon, Kisame pulled out of his hand and mouth, knelt down and kissed Itachi instead. He pushed Itachi down on the futon, he knew that they had a job to do and should get to it before the morning slipped away but he just couldn't control himself besides, it was Itachi's fault this time. He laid on top of the smaller man then broke for breath. Itachi rubbed the hair above his headband, he never took that thing off.
         "I will be yours until the day I have to die," Itachi reassured him.
         "I look foward to every day until you let your bitch little brother kill you off. What? Bro, don't look at me like that, Sasuke is a bitch." Itachi pushed him off then sat up. Kisame smiled then pulled on his shirt and pants. "Are you mad at me?" Kisame snickered, not caring if he was. Itachi was a man of his word and he promised to be his boyfriend until he died.
          "No," Itachi stood, "let's get to work."
          "Yeah, or else Pain is gonna yell at us. Again." 
    Itachi didn't say anything more as he led Kisame out of the inn and into the bright day. It was time to pretend as if they weren't in a relationship again.

END


I find intimacy beautiful, even more so when you have a strong emotional bond with your partner. Intimacy is beautiful and we should celebrate it no matter who you find yourself in bed with, instead of demonizing people who are more comfortable within their own gender. 
  Equal rights for equal lives

* I have no idea who the artist of fan art is but it is that person's work while Itachi and Kisame belong to Masashi Kishimoto, Shonen Jump and Viz Media. 

Bloody Kairi - A Kingdom Hearts II Fan Fiction

status: completed, 3 chapter + mini epilouge
rating: PG-13 for mild violence, mild language, some sexuality, alcohol use
Company: Square Enix

*disclaimer*  I do not own any character in this story.  They are all copyrighted of Square Enix

Chapter 3: Cloud Strife the Rogue ~a Final Fantasy VII fan fiction


Vincent Valentine threw his red, hard, cold gaze across the battlefield to a man six years younger than himself who he used to consider a friend. A kindred spirit. Both of them were guilty of some sin that had helped shaped their personalities. But now.... The Buster Sword deeply penetrated the cracked dusty ground. The battle had been long and strenuous for both of them and the small recession is what they needed. For the battle was far from over. "How dare you Cloud? How dare you?" Vincent whispered to himself through tightly clenched teeth. What did Yuffie and Cid do to deserve death? Vincent raised his Cerberus, the break was now over. As Cloud continued to blankly stare at the unfriendly end of Vincent's handgun his mind was being torn into pieces. The pain cut through his temples like a burning knife that was still being forged, without noticing, he dropped to his knees. The pain sheared through each quarter of his head, hitting every nerve causing spastic muscle spasms until it was too much. He screamed in agony as all of Sephiroth's memories and emotions poured into him. Vincent just watched from afar.


Cloud screamed again,
"Make it stop, make it stop!"

Sephiroth laughed devilishly
No, destroy him Cloud just like you did all the others

"No!! I didn't I didn't!"

You destroyed them all even Tifa the bitch

Cloud's scream was so hoarse, so loud, it was damn near inhuman.


Vincent just stood, not sure if approaching him would be the best COA. He couldn't even begin to fathom what was happening. "Damn you Cloud. Damn you Hojo and damn myself." There was nothing he could do, he turned. Cloud outstretched his hand, Vincent his only friend was turning his back on him.

Cloud tried crawling towards him.
"Vincent! Don't leave me!
Stay with me please! Kudasai!
Visento! Visento! I don't remember!"

Sephiroth laughed in a silky, heavy evil tone, what is there to remember?
You killed them Cloud now kill him like you did the others

With each word Sephiroth spoke a hot white flash slashed his mind causing searing headaches. He placed his head on the cracked sandy earth, crying he forced his head up, there was a strain on his neck. His head felt too heavy, the longer he struggled the more pain he experienced. "Vincent! Vincent!" Yet his cries did not reach Valentine's ears. Vincent was getting harder to see as he continued to walk away. Would he hate himself for walking away and not avenging his friend's death? But Cloud seemed to be in so much pain, he would deserve instead of the third chance of life he was being given. Valentine had lived alone in despair and self-contempt for so long.....well he knew he'd never be happy among people. Sephiroth's chuckle ringed in Cloud's ears.

Do you miss my mother Vincent? How much do you hate my father?
Do you wish I was your child or that I was never born? You could've stopped her you know. Do you wish that you were the one Lucrecia fucked?

The voice had risen from the ashes of Cloud's sore throat but the words and voice were not his.

Vincent heard that.

Anger burned inside of him, there was little room for guilt as both the Galian Beast and Chaos threatened to brake his control. "You bastard!" Vincent ran towards Cloud. All Cloud could feel was the earth tremble under his friend's fury. "Arigatou gozaimas Visento......for staying with me." Vincent took aim. BAM! Shot him in his right shoulder where Sephiroth had previously stabbed him in their last encounter. Vincent placed his hand on the wound then squeezed it, smacking Cloud with the barrel of his gun knocking him unconscious. "Rest."

Inside Cloud's mind was the memory of what he could not remember.

For a few days Cloud returned to his normal life as a delivery boy but deep underneath pain and guilt was stirring again. How could he look at Tifa and Marlene and knew what he had done to Kairi, a 15 year old girl. No matter what he thought, it was still him who hurt the girl. It was his body that had penetrated and broken her. His mind drifted to children...to a terrible outcome. He tried to shake these thoughts as if nothing happened.
         Everyday seem to pass so slowly but he didn't mind, Sephiroth's voice was silent. That was all that mattered. Until the headaches started. Oh the headaches started normally but slightly became more severe. Splitting flashes of white light, tearing his nerves apart. Then....then the voice returned!

Cloud.....
Kurado.....
Cloudo.......
CLOUD!

The headache lessened.

Did you miss me?
I told you...you aren't free

"Ahhhhh!!" Cloud stumbled forward falling down to his knees, his hands on his head. "Gahh!! Shut up! Leave me alone! Atchi e ike! Hitori ni shite oyte!!" He rocked back and forth on his heels sobbing silently to himself all the while asking why. Why? Why? Why had this happened? How did Sephiroth force himself into his mind and gain control? Sephiroth should be dead! Then something far more sinister began to claim dominance over him once again.
            The feeling came in small waves that expanded over every muscle mass in his body. Slowly gripping his soul, clawing its way into his heart, the certain evil found its hold. The physical pain that threatened to paralyze his body had broke him of his will. He was no longer Cloud Strife, he was now Sephiroth. And Sephiroth now only desired the death of his - Cloud's - friends and family.
           It was easy, too easy to kill off the two children, Cid, Yuffie and Barret. The screams of the children were a pleasure only rivaled by the sensual voicing done by that brat kid's girlfriend. Kairi was so much better. The adults (Cid & Barret) crushing was nothing more but a hallow victory over two inept opponents. The kunoichi was entertaining, her speech "the single white rose of Wutai," her mediocre skill bored him. Yuffie had saw Cloud, had fought Cloud, and she had screamed for Vincent. Had called his name over and over. Sephiroth wasn't as satisfied as he had been with Kairi.
           However when he had tried to demolish that bitch named Tifa, Cloud emerged from his eternal slumber. His consciousness woke to protect the woman who was always there for him. She was scared being cornered against the wall behind the counter of the bar. Cloud stood in front of her, blood dripping from his hands. She stared wide-eyed in disbelief. "No Cloud. Say it isn't true. TELL ME IT ISN'T TRUE!"                                                                                                                                                      
           Cloud blinked trying to understand her sudden emotions. The flames engulfed his mind as the cruel lips rose in a smile, only then did Cloud finally remember. He closed in on her grabbing her wrists, "Tifa listen to me, Sephiroth has taken control of me, I don't know how but..." He leaned in a little closer until his forehead touched hers, needing the reassurance of a light innocent touch to keep him sane. He breathed in deeply then let it out slowly. Tifa sighed taking in the man's pain. She rose slightly until they were eye to eye then slowly kissed him.

Cloud's body began to twitch Vincent noted as he kept watch over him in his home in Kalm. He had been out for nearly a day with no signs of waking up anytime soon. However...his body kept twitching at first it was sporadic then it became heavily concentrated. "Must be awful memories." Vincent commented.
             Cloud's mind was now blank and empty, how was Vincent supposed to save him from himself? Even if the two of them did figure a way between themselves how to extract Sephiroth, what would happen after? Would he really leave Tifa with his child the way he had intended to? Would they continue their battle, forever clashing and avenging the precious memories? Vincent would become Sephiroth in Cloud's eyes and a new battle would emerge due to the indistinction that the memories caused. Memories. That's all this was about, all it amounted to, all it will ever amount to. When will he let go? He already knew the answer to that.
             Fire. A lot of fire. Hot burning embers but of what? Guilt? Regret? Hatred? Anger? Fear? Inside his mind's eyes he saw the towering flames scorch everything, completely burning anything and everything that could block its path. Was this Sephiroth? No? As hot as the flames were they didn't feel malicious. Didn't feel evil or sinister. But it didn't feel warm either. He didn't know what to make of all the images in his mind but the awareness of his body changed. His breath was slow but deep, Vincent snapped to attention.           "Cloud-kun are you awake?" His words fell upon deaf ears, his body was there but he......
           His body felt too heavy, he couldn't move even if he wanted to, his nerves seemed to be disconnected somehow. "Cloud-kun? Cloud-kun?" Again his chanting did not reach the blonde's ears. Inside his mind stood the dark figure that had possessed him for so long. Smirking he gave an airily arrogant laugh.

Cloud......welcome now let's begin the battle for that soul of yours drenched in
darkness


What are you talking about? Your soul is the darkness.

Cloud let's not repeat ourselves, as long as you live, I live, it is your darkness that
calls me. Sephiroth held his sword in fighting stance, come to me Cloud....now.....let us fight for all eternity
No Cloud thought, let's end this now so there is no eternity.

Sephiroth charged at him with his fallen angel's grace, swiftly moving the sword for a diangle cut. Cloud sidestepped then swung his sword a little below the enemy's abdomen. The cut had been too narrow to do any real damage, little blood trickeled down Sephiroth's clothes. "Nice going Cloud did you get stronger?"     Cloud ignored his tauntings as the fire burned higher than before, closing the two of them in a circle. The heat of the flames, the heat of the battle, too hot, too hot as Cloud began to fail. In the waking world, Cloud's twitching became worse than before as he developed a very high life threatening fever.
           Vincent tried the best he could by putting a cold wet towel on his forehead and placing the heaviest blanket he could find over his friend, "sweat out all the impurities Cloud. Kill whatever is in your body, only you can help yourself now."
           "Only I can help myself now," he chanted his friend's wise words as if he had heard them. He stood up then dusted himself off and smirked as smugly as he could. "Come now Sephiroth! I will not die for you! Just like I told Sora, from here on out I'm a different person. A stronger person, neither light or dark. If I can kill the light I can kill the dark and you will not exist ever again."
          Sephiroth charged accepting the challenge. "Kill the light Cloud, all you'll be left with is the dark, I'm still here. If there is no light then there is no dark, neither can exist without the other, I will be left with shades of grey. And that is enough for me to survive on and do what I must." Completely ignoring Sephiroth's Masumune that came crashing down onto his left shoulder before he could move away, he started attacking the flames that sorrounded them. The flames. They did not feel evil nor did they give warmth but they were there. Why? Light. They gave off light and light only. They were his light, the flames was his first enemy. He spun his Buster over and over like the propellers on a helicopter, each time swinging lower and lower till he cut the light, causing it to grow fainter till not a trace of light remained.
            Sephiroth had grown curious and had waited till Cloud finished extinguishing the flames. "What now Cloud? You can't see me and like I said now all you're left with is the dark." Ignoring him, Cloud attacked without warning or sound nor light. That pale glow he had while last fighting Sephiroth and Sora was gone.    
            His strength increased. Sephiroth with his too long of a sword could barely fend off the attacks. Slashing, crashing, blood and silence. A loud silence reigned as Cloud continued to attack from all directions it seemed, each time pushing Sephiroth back into the chasms of a unknown abyss. Sephiroth rose his sword and caught only air, he tried again and again in other directions. There was no fear, no panic in the villiain, he was still confident that he would still conquer in the end. Finally he stood still once he was aware that Cloud was no longer fighting.
          "Watch now Sephiroth, I will show my shades of grey, the absence of both of light and dark." Cloud whispered then snapped his gloved fingers. A blue flame dance slightly above his hand, the enemy watched as the flame danced to capture the enemy's attention. Throughout the darkness only the blue flame was seen until it broke, split in half and grey steam rose from it. Suddenly a blast of air, neither cold or warm blew past, neutral grey wings shot out from Cloud's back. Cloud tilted his head up then glided in the direction he was looking, his wings looked so strong and graceful, far more powerful than Sephiroth's one black wing. 
 
           "Rise Sephiroth and meet me. There will be no eternity for you. You will stay in my memories where you belong."

Sephiroth, pissed off with being outdone, flew after his true enemy. In the higher chasms they rose, clashed swords as if they were two fallen angels who had betrayed God and this was their punishment till the End of Days. Sephiroth's strength seemed to weaken as the Buster came down upon his left shoulder as Cloud effortlessly pushed down, cutting flesh, breaking bones. SNAP! His left arm fell into the demanding darkness. His blood, a deeper crimson that anyone had ever seen drained into a river. "You bastard," Sephiroth cursed.
        "Nothing more than a memory," Cloud replied silently and more to himself. He drew from his Buster and produced another sword, violently he began to slash and cut in different angles that left his enemy defenseless, especially with one arm. Blood lashed out from under Sephiroth's dark clothing causing permanent stains. "There is no eternity for you," Cloud whispered as he held his swords in an X shape to deliver the final blow. Sephiroth's mind went blank, his head ached, his chest was caving in as he found it harder to breathe while he fell into the lonely abyss that awaited him. "You can't kill me.....Cloud.......... my brother......... "

Cloud snapped out of the daze he had momentarily fell in after seeing his bitter enemy fall, brother? "I'm not your brother. Wait Kadaj? ..........." Then Sephiroth fell too deep to be seen and the strain disappeared. He felt lighter but he felt no light nor dark, he had rid himself of all emotions both positive and negative. "Brother........" he repeated longing to know its meaning before he returned to his waking self.

His fever had gone down physically thanks to Vincent for making him sweat it out. He awoke with a tension headache behind his eyes as well as a strained pain in his neck. "Cloud? Are you okay or do I need to shoot you?"
        "Visento?" His vision was blurry, Vincent placed his hand upon his right shoulder and pushed him back down.
       "Sleep now."
       He obeyed.

The next day he said goodbye to his friend, "are you sure you're leaving Cloud?" Vincent asked while watching his friend mount his cycle.
           "I have to Vincent, I caused too much trouble here." Vincent nodded not needing to hear more, he understood well. Perfectly well, this was a sin Cloud could never be forgiven for even if it wasn't really his fault.
           "Cloud....what about Tifa?"
            Cloud stopped, his hands trembled on the rims of his goggles before letting them fall around his neck. "Ore wa....," he shook his head, he was a different person now but maybe not so completely. "Give her......my regards.....but Vincent can you do something for me?"
          "What is it?" Vincent had become wary of Cloud since he woke up, he wasn't sure if Cloud was walking the thin line of sanity that could snap at any minute. "If it's a boy and when he is old enough, Vincent, tell him all I've done the good and...the bad. Watch over them for me Vincent. And never give any second thoughts to the choices you made and never become so emerged in your memories."
             Vincent understood.
             "What if it's a girl?" Cloud looked away the peacful streets of Kalm that was once in danger a year ago due to Wiess and Deepground but now it flourished again. The wind was warm with the sprite of summer. "Then it's her daughter. Keep me anonymous." Vincent nodded to the silent agreement. Cloud looked at his friend then gave off a faint pain strickened smile, "have a good life Vincent. I'll see you again one day." Vincent nodded again, he would've said the same but they both all ready knew, it was too late for him. Picking up his goggles, he put them on and rode off without ever looking back.


Chapter 3: Cloud Strife the Rouge ~ a Final Fantasy VII fanfiction
Bloody Kairi ~ a Kingdom Hearts II fanfiction END

Bloody Kairi

~The Final Conclusion

Sora had spent few restless nights inside the cavern that hid the door to other worlds for so long. Crouched in a small ball holding his knees tight to his chest, he rocked back and forth as if he was losing his sanity. He cried, "I'm sorry Kairi, I'm sorry."
        "I don't think she can hear you Sora." Riku said bending down to lend a helping hand to a friend in need. Sora stared at him through red, puffy eyes.
        "Riku?"
        "The one and only. C'mon Sora let's go." Sora stood with Riku's help, he felt dizzy and his legs were weak. His head still ached. Before Riku was the one who led Sora into the darkness and in return Sora led Riku to the light. Now it was Riku's turn to show Sora the light, to help him remember the feel of the sun on his face and he warm sand beneathe his lazy feet like before in a time long since passed.
         The day sun was bright and tore at the keyblader's eyes, "so this is how Cloud felt," he whispered.       "Huh?"
       "Nothing." The water was clear, calm but the beach was empty except for the two of them. Sora continued to stare, this is what he's been missing for a year. Guilt overwhelmed the pain of failure. "Riku I -"  "Oh here comes Kairi." Kairi was walking towards them, wearing her school uniform. (Riku was skipping that day) Sora stared then looked away feeling ashamed of himself.
           "Sora! You're back." She ran at him throwing her arms around his bruised neck. Tears claimed him again.
           "Kairi I -"
          "It's ok Sora. I'm fine. I forgive him, it's all over now." Sora hugged her back and as they stayed in that embrace, Riku walked away.


BLOODY KAIRI

a Kingdom Hearts II fan fiction

END


I love Tifa x Cloud and Sora x Kairi pairings. 
There's a lot of Japanese mixed in here, like when Cloud calls Vincent, "Visento" which is the Japanese pronunciation of the name.
Cloud has unresolved issues with Sephiroth, who's gonna keep coming back again and again so the power struggle and even the battle and flames represent Cloud's guilt and inability to let go and move on. Essentially his dark side is disguised as Sephiroth because Cloud feels the need to be severely punished for what he believed he failed in like saving Zack and Aerith. It's terribly written but I wrote it back in 2006 and didn't know much about character development and what not.

Bloody Kairi - A Kingdom Hearts II Fan Fiction

status: completed, 3 chapter + mini epilogue
rating: PG-13 for mild violence, mild language, some sexuality, alcohol use
Company: Square Enix

*disclaimer*  I do not own any character in this story.  They are all copyrighted of Square Enix
No more rape scenes, I promise. Originally I really wanted this to be about Cloud so it becomes more about him. I still love Sora, Riku and Kairi and am patiently awaiting KH3.


 Chapter 2: Cloud's Continued Journey - Midgar

 He had drunk up all three bottles of shochu in three days blindly believing that alcohol would keep Sephiroth at bay. He, however was wrong. Due to the amount of intake of alcohol that would normally cause alcohol poisoning, he was able to withstand it, if only a little. He fell due to the poisoning and if he didn't vomit first he would surely die but he would deserve that death wouldn't he? That pain and agony. No. No he wouldn't. Sephiroth would though. His lower abdomen throbbed in pain and threatened to burst if something wasn't done soon. He crawled slowly to the land's edge to drink from the black water. As if water would help him now.
           Slowly slowly he crawled inch by inch to the water's edge. Look at him. There he was, lying on his stomach crawling like a sick dog. Well if that was the case he might as well lay there and die. Finally without realizing it, he had reached the lake. He placed his malnourished lips to the black, murky water to take a sip. The throbbing pain worsened, it felt as if there were a spiked ball slowly tearing, trying to break his flesh. Then his throat went terribly dry, the pain in his abdomen reached its peak, he clutched at his skin as he wobbled from side to side on his hands and knees. His head was spinning, his vision dimmed as the whole world was turning upside down, his vision suddenly became black.

Sora had awoke in Merlin's bed in the borough, Cid, Yuffie, Merlin, Aerith and Leon surrounded him. He stared blankly at his environment and pondered how he got there. "Wow," Yuffie exclaimed.
          "You're tough" Cid said brushing his nose with his thumb and a grin.
         "I'll make a potion for you!" Merlin exclaimed, scurrying over to his worktable.
         "How do you feel," Aerith asked gently, smiling warmly. Sora couldn't speak, couldn't move. His head was aching. Most of his body covered in bandages despite how non fatal his wounds actually were. He just laid there as Aerith gave him the potion to drink. The potion was a misty green and tasted like green apple. Sora laid back down and went to sleep without saying a word.
         Leon stepped outside, he was confused. Why would Cloud and Sora fight, he thought before shaking his head and forgetting about the matter. Sora had to go home. After he got a little better. Leon wanted no problems. Especially with Cloud or Sephiroth.

"Vital signs returning." The words were faint in Cloud's ears. Where am I? He thought. I died didn't I? He was dead....for about a minute. After the poison took its toll and his bitterly given life, Vincent Valentine, an old comrade of Cloud's, appeared. Vincent was a frequent visitor to Ajito for the solitude alone but today he would become companion to the ill. Vincent calmly placed an acidic tablet in the blonde's mouth while pumping his chest to get his heart to start again.
      One quick blow to his chest and his heart pumping. In another minute he was back on hands and knees vomiting. Cloud opened his eyes, "Visento?" Vincent stayed silent. "Where am I? How did you get here? Am I in Hell?"
        "Oh fuck you." Vincent replied.
         "Shigao shigao hontou ni," Cloud said drunkenly. Vincent stood against an old tree to simply watch his friend hurl a decent amount of stomach contents.
        "This is Ajito the Forgotten Capital. How you got here..... I don't know." Cloud closed his eyes, it's so peaceful here he thought. So peaceful. He soon fell asleep. When was the last time he slept peacefully? It had been a long time, felt like ages. All that traveling and alcohol wore his body out. Vincent soon left. How long he slept no one knew.

Sora had just woken up again, still in the borough only this time only Leon was present. "Leon?"
        "Sora-kun......you cannot stay here. I'm sorry." Sora was partially sedated so his head was fuzzy and blurred.
         "Huh?"
         "Sora," Leon stood up and looked away, trying to hide his concern. However the worry was plastered to his face. Sora was confused, Squall Leonhart was his friend how could he kick him out?
         "Leon what is wrong?" Leon crossed his arms against his chest, his eyes closed holding a mental picture of his body being torn apart by a very hefty sword. Leon shook his head, "Sora you're always welcomed here but I think you're well enough to go home." Sora tried to sit up but his head still ached a bit.     
         "Huh? Leon?" Sora tried to make sense of Leon's nervousness but couldn't make heads or tails on his emotions. "Leon what's wrong?"
          Leon paced a bit, walking back and forth worrying about his own skin then...he felt so ashamed of himself. "Sora...go home." And that was the end of that.

Cloud awoke in his own room in his own house. His head was clear and his body was healed but what about his soul? Sephiroth? Cloud took in a deep breath that made him feel alive, feel free. It was a good feeling that engulfed his entire body as if some unknown strength had just been discovered then unleashed in a bloody rage but with strong noble intentions. Like protecting the ones most precious to him. He glanced around his bedroom. Nothing was different.
        He got up placing his bare feet upon the cold wood beneath him which gave him a sense of familiarity, here, this house he had left, the people - no, family he had abandoned for so long. Guilt and sorrow washed over draining him of his new found strength causing a faint feeling of pain to tear at his heart. What if they're not here? He thought. How long would they wait for him? How long could he expect them to wait? He slowly, cautiously, silently, made his way to Marlene and Denzel's room, he gently pushed the door open.                                                                                                                                                          

Nothing. No one. The kids weren't there and his heart sunk. Feeling a twinge of hopelessness he traveled the cold stairs down into the bar 7th Heaven. He was slowly fading back into darkness to hear anything till he reached the landing and saw Tifa steadily cleaning a glass. His heart lifted. Tifa. She was there. Was she there because she had waited for him or because she had no where left to go? Finally feeling sad, lonely, blue eyes on her Tifa turned. Her eyes rested on Cloud's slim body before her mind registered the fact that Cloud was up. When her thoughts matched the reality of the image before her she ran throwing her arms around his neck, "Cloud you're awake!"
              He stumbled back a bit surprised by the impact she had while only hugging him. Her tears were warm against his cold skin, it felt refreshing. "Tifa." he whispered. Her tears steadily rolled down his neck. Hesitant Cloud wrapped his arms around her waist, softly embracing her for the moment. "Tifa....how did I get here?" Tifa stepped back from him, her brown eyes burned into his water eyes as she warmly smiled a lover's smile.
         "Vincent brought you. Cloud how do you feel?"
         "I feel fine." He pondered a minute. Did he really feel okay? Sephiroth was still there hiding within the dark depths of the shadow in his soul and his control was slow burning embers in his mind. Hopefully this was all what was left of an ill-fated memory but Cloud found doubt rising from somewhere inside him.

Sora, now back home on Destiny Island felt anxious about seeing his friends. About having to face Kairi and tell her that he had failed in avenging her rape. Kairi stood on the beach where, Riku, Sora and herself along with several other friends played as younger children. She stood there every day since Sora left waiting for his return. The memory of the rape was slowly fading from her mind as Riku tried his best day after day to cheer her up. Her feelings were mixed but it wasn't something she would grieve over for the rest of her life, she was strong, and on the bright side, she thought, at least she wasn't pregnant. Cloud looked pretty damn strong, she wouldn't hold it against Sora if he could not avenge her. All the while all she wanted was Sora back alive.

Chapter 2 END

I haven't read this in forever, I wrote in back in 2006, it sucks. *Sadness*

Jrock Fan Fiction

Couple of years ago, I was in love with visual kei, I still am but most of my favorite bands died, broke up or their sound changed and I couldn't listen to them anymore. It's sad but I have great memories from that phase of my life which is what it's about. The memories you build not anything you've gained. I wrote a total of 15 fan fictions about the members of my favorite bands. They're still up and posted to Jrock Wonderland at jrock.xxxholic.net but that's a member's only thing. So I'm going to post some of them here because to be honest, I haven't thought of these stories in years. Some of them are short. Some are really long. The longest one was 30 chapters.

Story Notes:

this was originally meant to be much longer but I thought with it being shorter it would engage the imagination.

Author's Chapter Notes:

this is not even a chapter >.<

Title: Kill What I Adore   
Band: TheGazettE (Uruha& Aoi)

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I sit in the dark, raising a can of beer to my bloodstained lips. I can't decide which is sweeter: your blood or the beer? I'm sitting on the windowsill, the window is open and small cool breezes caress and blow over my hot skin. Even your blood smelled surprisingly good.
The light of the moon shines through and illuminates your honey blonde hair. It looks like you're sleeping. You're still so beautiful. And I still love you but you left me no choice. It wasn't the fact that you were going to leave me because you weren't.
You loved me, I know it but I couldn't risk any complications. I know that later I'll hear the countless, "Aoi! What did you do?" Then I'll say, "I killed him." I move off the sill to sit beside him. I rub your head.
"I love you," I whisper into his ear. I lay by your side as I always had. 

End.


I went through this obsessive phase with this band, I did really like their music and flew to Japan to see them in concert, I've bought their cds and legally supported the band but I don't like their music anymore. After the Dim album I called it quits with them but I do love that cd. I have the limited edition with dvd.