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(Naruto - Untitledx2)
I wrote a couple dribs for skycreature. ♥ ♥
Genre: Gen
Warnings: K+
Characters: Itachi & Kakuzu
Notes: Yeah. I kinda ship it. Well, my Kakuzu is frankly a pimp.
Such strange eyes a shinobi can have, any shinobi can have, Itachi thinks - be it bloodline eyes, Byakugan or Sharingan or Rinnegan, flat eyes backed with lead, narrowed eyes, the last throes of desperation, charmingly and sweetly called the windows to the soul. If that's true, his own eyes must reflect a sea of gore. He's sure of it, in fact; there's very little Itachi is not sure of.
He wonders sometimes exactly what he sees in Kakuzu's eyes. Kakuzu's sclera are dark, his pupils nearly glow in dim light, light a creature well-suited for living in the deep and dark. They're so far removed from humanity that even Itachi wonders at times what he sees in them. Kakuzu is one of the few people who can hold his gaze.
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Genre: Gen
Warnings: T
Characters: Yugito/Kakuzu, nonexplicit
Notes: I kink it. :|
She wakes up in darkness.
It's not such a surprise. Often, waking up after letting the Cat go, she'd come back to her body and find it fit somewhere small and dim, where the cat when it wore her form had taken it to recover. Yugito is used to getting into tiny spaces and fitting there, resting. What she's not so used to is waking up close to someone else.
Kakuzu pulls her back down against him without effort when she startles up and away. He's arranged them together so she reclines against him, his knees cupping the back of her knees, her back against his broad chest. Cord is everywhere, still against her skin, slowly crawling against her skin, working through her hair, resting on top of her tongue, over her clothes, under her clothes against her skin, fat like earthworms, black as black leeches.
His breathing doesn't change even as hers quickens and then evens out as she forces herself calm. Something that might actually be his hand strokes her face. He's swaddled her like she's a very young thing. There's not much space to move at all.
Yugito leans back against him because she has to, tries to quiet her thundering heart. Kakuzu says nothing. The persistent crawl of thread against her skin continues, and she realizes he's testing her, his diffuse deep-sea-creature body moving and exploring every worn-out part of hers.
"Dangerous," he says in her ear, the basso rumble of his voice purring all through her.
She closes her eyes. It's hard to say how many things he might be referring to.
Genre: Gen
Warnings: K+
Characters: Itachi & Kakuzu
Notes: Yeah. I kinda ship it. Well, my Kakuzu is frankly a pimp.
Such strange eyes a shinobi can have, any shinobi can have, Itachi thinks - be it bloodline eyes, Byakugan or Sharingan or Rinnegan, flat eyes backed with lead, narrowed eyes, the last throes of desperation, charmingly and sweetly called the windows to the soul. If that's true, his own eyes must reflect a sea of gore. He's sure of it, in fact; there's very little Itachi is not sure of.
He wonders sometimes exactly what he sees in Kakuzu's eyes. Kakuzu's sclera are dark, his pupils nearly glow in dim light, light a creature well-suited for living in the deep and dark. They're so far removed from humanity that even Itachi wonders at times what he sees in them. Kakuzu is one of the few people who can hold his gaze.
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Genre: Gen
Warnings: T
Characters: Yugito/Kakuzu, nonexplicit
Notes: I kink it. :|
She wakes up in darkness.
It's not such a surprise. Often, waking up after letting the Cat go, she'd come back to her body and find it fit somewhere small and dim, where the cat when it wore her form had taken it to recover. Yugito is used to getting into tiny spaces and fitting there, resting. What she's not so used to is waking up close to someone else.
Kakuzu pulls her back down against him without effort when she startles up and away. He's arranged them together so she reclines against him, his knees cupping the back of her knees, her back against his broad chest. Cord is everywhere, still against her skin, slowly crawling against her skin, working through her hair, resting on top of her tongue, over her clothes, under her clothes against her skin, fat like earthworms, black as black leeches.
His breathing doesn't change even as hers quickens and then evens out as she forces herself calm. Something that might actually be his hand strokes her face. He's swaddled her like she's a very young thing. There's not much space to move at all.
Yugito leans back against him because she has to, tries to quiet her thundering heart. Kakuzu says nothing. The persistent crawl of thread against her skin continues, and she realizes he's testing her, his diffuse deep-sea-creature body moving and exploring every worn-out part of hers.
"Dangerous," he says in her ear, the basso rumble of his voice purring all through her.
She closes her eyes. It's hard to say how many things he might be referring to.