Drabble #28 + One-liners [Itanko]
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kageisuke19. History Repeats Itself || Itachi wasn't one to dwell on any given subject. To agonize over something was simply a waste of time. What was done was done and could not be changed. His actions, no matter how small, all culminated into a result that he must bear. It was a wonder that -even knowing the consequences- he proceeded to do the same thing over and over again with positive results that varied from just barely missed turning bad to extremely good. He could have easily blamed Anko for this, since she was the one who came to him, the one who tempted him and was ultimately the major cause, but he was the one who allowed it to happen. He could stop it at any time -so he though- but did not.
Itachi didn't feel any types of urges for days, even when he saw her walking around or sometimes when she'd come up to him simply to heckle in her playful manner. He wondered if there was a certain look she gave him that made it all come flooding back, because he had never been a sexual person, and while he had certainly had the cravings when he was younger, they were not so desperate or urgent now. Or were. Anko had a habit of stirring something inside him that caused his normal thoughts to fly out the window and he found himself yet again drifting between sleep and consciousness with a satiated woman collapsed on top of him... an endless waltz.
26. Last Stand || Her last stand was dramatic as she stomped around and her eyes sent sparks at him in response to his cruelly uttered words, but he won in the end, as he knew he would; she could not resist the pull of his eyes when a promise of intimate physical contact was lurking in his gaze.
31. Cruelty || He didn't feel that words were more substantial than action; it was the lack of words -overwhelming silence- that fueled the power in his movements; the unspoken knowledge of his superiority that made her climb the wall with anger as he took what he wanted with the smallest of smiles, secure in his domination as much as she in her delight of his cruelty.
Itachi didn't feel any types of urges for days, even when he saw her walking around or sometimes when she'd come up to him simply to heckle in her playful manner. He wondered if there was a certain look she gave him that made it all come flooding back, because he had never been a sexual person, and while he had certainly had the cravings when he was younger, they were not so desperate or urgent now. Or were. Anko had a habit of stirring something inside him that caused his normal thoughts to fly out the window and he found himself yet again drifting between sleep and consciousness with a satiated woman collapsed on top of him... an endless waltz.
26. Last Stand || Her last stand was dramatic as she stomped around and her eyes sent sparks at him in response to his cruelly uttered words, but he won in the end, as he knew he would; she could not resist the pull of his eyes when a promise of intimate physical contact was lurking in his gaze.
31. Cruelty || He didn't feel that words were more substantial than action; it was the lack of words -overwhelming silence- that fueled the power in his movements; the unspoken knowledge of his superiority that made her climb the wall with anger as he took what he wanted with the smallest of smiles, secure in his domination as much as she in her delight of his cruelty.
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