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Revenge	By : Kakashifan727 Category: Naruto AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 8945 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, the settings or characters. I only claim to own my OC. Everything else belong to Kishimoto Masashi and SJ. I make no profit off this work.

Chapter List
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Like I said before, this is where it gets nasty. Trigger warnings up the wazzo. Rape (MxFe),Anal, Bondage, Violence, Sexual violence, Cock torture, cuckholding, blowjob, descriptions of bodily fluids and one other thing I won't spoil because compared to everything else on this list it is mild. You have been warned; though if I did forget a tag, please let me know. And I do not condone doing this to real people, nor do I enjoy this myself. This was me wondering “What if...?” and pushing it to like 20 or something. I do find the idea of bondage kinda neat though.
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So much has happened since then...Kakashi thinks, looking down at the battered samurai. Memories of their time together, fighting various battles, having small fireside talks about various things, the time they had to guard the movie star. All of it flashed through his mind, along with some of their more intimate moments. He could still feel her arms around him, her tongue exploring his mouth as he entered her, her yelps of passion still echoing in his ears. That was only a few hours ago, and yet it felt like such a long time ago to him. His hand moved over her bloodied and disheveled hair, fear and anger coursing through him. He didn't want to lose her, one of the few people he could still protect. He can still hear Naruto fighting a short distance away, his ears picking up the subtle vibrations of movement. He slowly rose up, being careful not to disturb the samurai's broken body next to him. Every movement was tough, and he felt pain shoot across his entire body, but Kakashi knew he had to go help. Almost immediately, he felt a chill run up his spine as a hand roughly gripped his shoulder. There was no way it was the samurai, she was too injured to move that fast. The callous voice only confirmed his suspicion.

“I think it's time we settled this, no interruptions.” Obito sneered in his right ear, a churning feeling in his stomach as Kakashi felt the odd pull of his space time jutsu. The world shifted around him, becoming a blur, as his body felt pulled by the force of the technique. Kakashi felt his body lurch forward as the technique ended, unsure if it was because of the force of the warp or Obito had pushed him onto the ground. He easily steadied himself, focusing on his surroundings to make sure Obito wasn't hiding nearby. It was eerily silent here, in this empty void of almost nothing. The sounds of the battlefield were completely gone; there wasn't even any wind here, and the ground was an unnatural grey, comprised of some sort of cubes. There was nowhere for anyone to hide in this plane of vast nothingness. It was easy to spot the body of his old friend, who was fixated on someone else. He focused his attention past Obito, to the other familiar body on the ground across from him. Even Obito's attention was focused on it, his face twisted into a grimace of annoyance.

“You meddling idiot...How did you even manage to grab onto me? So persistent...” He muttered, grabbing the samurai's prone body and lifting it so it was a few feet above the ground. Her face was pale underneath the helmet, her armor dented in various places and covered with blood. Kakashi was angry and worried at the same time, taking a few steps forward to confront Obito. The latter only turned his head towards the silver haired ninja, his look of contempt replaced by a blank, emotionless stare.

“Don't move. I was hoping we could have settled this one on one, but this woman...complicates things. This samurai has been annoying...constantly getting in my way...” he stops talking, and Kakashi can feel chakra gathering in his body. He doesn't move, not sure whether to dodge the possible attack or pull the samurai from his grasp. Wood juts out from nowhere, causing Kakashi to instinctively jump back as the branches form into shapes. They start to look more like bodies, eventually forming into five Obito clones, all wearing the same blank stare. Kakashi grimaces, analyzing the situation before him. It was five on one, possibly six, even though the clones only had about of a tenth of the strength of the original. Obito was pretty strong, although Kakashi wondered how his warping jutsu would work on clones, or even at all in this dimension. Obito wouldn't want to risk being attacked by Naruto or Gai from the other side, after all. He focused his attention on the original, who was still holding the small samurai, seemingly ignoring him. The malice directed at him told Kakashi otherwise however.

“You bastard...You murder Rin, in cold blood, who had been trying to get you to notice her for the longest time. You kill her, breaking our promise, and you...pick up this...samurai whore! Have you no loyalty to your old team anymore, Kakashi? I guess not...” Obito sneers, shaking the samurai's unmoving body as he takes off her helmet with his free hand. Kakashi can only watch, slightly confused by Obito's odd tangent, but still angry at the bastard for insulting them both. A couple of the clones move forward, Kakashi focusing on them while still trying to keep his attention on the main body.

“You've changed, Obito. I didn't abandon team Minato, though I do regret some things. I did the best I could and have tried to move on, unlike you, who is stuck in the past. I have people who support and believe in me, while you have nothing aside from your imaginary world. I cherish and keep the good memories of our old team in my heart. We may not have always agreed on things and fought constantly, but that Obito was a person I believed in. Not this...pathetic thing you have become. I should end you right now, in order to protect the memories of our old team and the you I looked up to,” Kakashi replies, gathering what small amount of chakra he can in his body. He wasn't sure what he was going to do against five clones, the two on the outer edges slowly walking towards him. Obito still was ignoring him, focusing on undoing the dirty, bloody and loose bandages that usually covered the right side of the woman's face. Kakashi could see the odd grin on the man's face, worried about what that meant for the samurai. She couldn't move, still held in place by Obito's iron grip and their vast height difference, though she let out a small whimper as his other hand ran over the right side of her face. He wanted to focus on the two, curious about what he was planning.

“I wonder...She has scars on the right side of her face. They are quite similar to my own, aren't they?” Obito remarks, his index finger going over her unopened and scarred eyelid, trailing down the side of her face. He chuckled, a deep, mocking sound as he easily tore off her shoulder pads, his hand edging toward the straps that kept her chest armor together. Kakashi did not like where this was going, a weird feeling rising in the pit of his stomach. One of the clones finally rushed in to attack him, tendrils of wood branching out in several directions. The silver haired ninja was easily able to dodge the initial attack, countering with a fire technique to stem the ever growing sea of white branches. The fire easily burned off some of the smaller tendrils, but some of the larger ones were only slightly scorched by the technique. He attempts to dodge the remaining branches by jumping out of the way, but a few scrape his legs and begin to twirl themselves around his ankles. Damn it, I was careless, thinking a fire attack like that would work. It wasn't strong enough... Kakashi thinks as the branches slam him to the ground, causing him to grunt in pain.

The force of the impact didn't hurt that much, but the blow to his head made him momentarily dizzy. His eyes straining to focus, his vision wavering as he tries to focus chakra on the branches entangling his feet. He hears a small groan, followed by the sound of a thud. His attention is immediately focused on Obito, whose free hand now in the samurai's solar plexus. Coughing up blood, the samurai only smirks, her scarred and discolored face now fully showing. The helmet with the wrappings she usually had to cover her face were on the ground, bloodied and torn. A flash of rage surges through Kakashi, angry at himself for being able to do nothing for her and at Obito for hurting her. Obito, you bastard...I'm going to end you! Kakashi attempts to move, to stand up or do anything aside from laying on the ground but it's difficult as pain shoots through his legs. The branches just creep tighter around his ankles, blood trickling from the many small puncture wounds. He notices the clones converging on him from the side, their replicated faces showing no signs of emotion whatsoever beyond the scowl. His legs were bound, no matter how hard he tried to move them, they would not respond. The only feeling was the pain from the branches digging into his calves and feet, causing small red scratches that tore into his sandals and wrappings that kept his legs protected. He was more concerned with protecting his body, using his limited movement to grab a kunai from his satchel and brandishing it in front of his prone form. Using his Sharingan he was able to predict where most of the clones would land their attacks, a few of them using blades to swipe at him, others just launching out with a few well aimed kicks. He was more concerned with the blades, not sure if he had the strength to fully push them back from his awkward positioning, and they being the more deadly of the attacks aimed at him. He did notice that they weren't going completely out of their way to kill him, more like weaken him, as their blades missed vital areas and merely scratch his skin. Only a couple of the blades actually manage to pierce him, in the abdomen and right side of his rib cage. The silver haired ninja grunts, ignoring the pain to focus on the pair in front of him. Obito is still holding the samurai, though his face is slightly bruised, and blood is trailing from the hand that was touching the woman's face earlier. He turns his head to the side, staring down at Kakashi, his face twisted in an odd grimace. Kakashi ignores him, the clones stopping their barrage of strikes, a couple of them moving closer to the original body. He is only watching the prone, swaying body of the samurai as her form slumps in Obito's strong grip.

“What's wrong? Aren't you going to stop me?” Obito taunts, an awful smile on his face as he moves his hand towards one of the woman's covered breasts, cupping it. She grunts, a pitiful sound to Kakashi's ears, and wiggling and shaking desperately to escape the man's hold.

“Sick bastard...Let me go!” She shouts, attempting to lash out with what little strength she has left. It does no good of course; she is too exhausted from their earlier fights and Obito has a firm hold on her neck. She gurgles a bit, choking as his grip on her neck tightens. He grabs hold of the bandaged arm she attempted to strike him with, and forcefully pulls on it, the sound of metal scraping and wires disconnecting very loud in the silence. A loud and horrible sounding pop resounds in Kakashi's ears, as well as the samurai's anguished scream as the appendage falls to the floor. The single arm rolls on the ground, stopping only a few feet in front of him. He ignores that for now, still too intent on watching the odd scene play out in front of him. The clones seem to have forgotten about him, one of them moving up behind the samurai and and pinning her by the shoulders. She groans, a weak pathetic sound, as she struggles to wiggle out of the clones grip. Obito only grins, a feeling of dread welling up in Kakashi's stomach, as the real one grabs the front of her shirt. A clone hands one of the sharp white branches to the original, Obito easily ripping the woman's shirt open, the metal chain link mesh and cloth holding her breasts bound easily shred to pieces under the power of the makeshift blade. Her eyes widen, her mouth agape as he stares down at her exposed breasts, her eye narrowing as she stares the man down. Kakashi's eyes also widen, an odd mix of disgust and fear welling up inside him, along with something else. He remembers the last time they were intimate with one another, only a small time before the war started. Remembering the sensual feeling of their naked bodies rubbing together, the only time he could feel at peace with himself and his guilt; the knowledge that she would accept him no matter what mistakes had made in his past. The rage building through him as he realized what Obito was about to do made him grit his teeth in frustration. He couldn't move; even focusing his chakra into the branches did nothing and only made them scratch at his calves more. He began to make hand signs, not caring about the clone watching him. He needed to get free, needed to save her.

“Obito!! Don't you even—Nnngh!” He screams, the fear in the bottom of his stomach spreading into a chill that ran throughout his entire body. One of the clones had kicked him in the solar plexus, quite close to where the blades had pierced his ribcage. He ignored it, focusing more intently on the samurai's yells of anger as Obito began to fondle her breasts with his hands. She screams out in rage, her body convulsing wildly as she attempted to loosen herself from the clone's grip. It did nothing; her body only squirming more under his hold.

“Get the hell...off of me, you nutcase!” The samurai yells, wiggling once more to try and free herself. Her right leg twists to the side, the wrapping coming off to reveal a metal prosthetic, pointing towards Kakashi and the other clone. He can see her pouch of tools fall of to the side, but that is an afterthought. That wouldn't help them now. The silver haired ninja's eyes widen as the foot of the appendage falls on the floor, understanding what she was going to do. Geez..You should focus more on getting yourself free, dammit...Don't waste your chance on garbage like me... Kakashi thinks, his stomach churning as he hears the audible click of mechanical gears. Obito's eyes widen as well, surprise etched on his face for a fraction of a second before returning to his normal blank stare.

“Hmph...A piece of trash samurai attempting to save their piece of trash shinobi lover...How cute; Too bad for you it's too damn late!!” He screams, kneeing the samurai in the gut as a trail of smoke and projectile launch out of the opening on the appendage. The odd missile stabs right through the clone next to Kakashi, a clattering noise following a second later as the clone dissipates in a cloud of smoke. A katana is on the ground, only a few paces from where Kakashi's body is lying. If he could just reach it, maybe he could do something. This is probably what the samurai meant to do in the first place. He slowly inches his hand toward the hilt of the katana, all the while keeping his gaze focused on the samurai and the two Obito. The real one continues to fondle the woman's breasts, his hands moving up and down the shapely mounds. Her only response is to whimper, a small horrible sound that soon escalates into louder, more powerful cries. Obito only laughs, releasing one of his hands in order to drag it along her slightly misshapen stomach, stopping when he curls his fingers around the waistband of her pants. She looks down at where his hand is, the poor woman's face wearing an expression of disgust as her cheeks redden with embarrassment.

“S-stop it! ...You son of a bitch...If your wish is to...defile me, then do your worst! Kakashi-dono has already—aaah!” She began to protest, her words cut short by a shout of fear and surprise. Obito's fingers probed deeper into her crotch, the samurai's face distorting as her cheeks reddened once again in humiliation. Tears began to form on the corners of her eye, small sobs coming out of her mouth that made Kakashi's blood boil. He was angry at his powerlessness, and at the twisted scene before him. His hand had barely reached the hilt of the katana, his fingers clasping around it and dragging it toward him slowly.

“Don't tell me you're not enjoying this, you goddamn whore. I can feel it, your body throbbing in ecstasy when I touch you. Here, let me show you!” Obito shouts, stopping the relentless massaging of the samurai's entrance, his wet hand pulling off her pants and undergarments in one swift motion. Obito sneers as he continues to dig his hand deeper into the woman's entrance, her yells of pain and confusion showing clearly on her disfigured face. Her cries of anguish are cut short as Obito forcefully presses his mouth against hers, her cheeks expanding slightly as his tongue probes the inside of her mouth. Kakashi can only stare at the two, his mind frantically thinking of strategies to free himself and help her. Nothing came to mind, aside from the obvious plan to use the katana to destroy the branches impeding his movement. He does just that, using what small amount of chakra he has left to focus it on the blade, the silver metal crackling with electricity as its blade grows longer. Putting all his anger behind that sword, the masked ninja stabs at the central point of the branches that bind his legs. He feels a slight numbing sensation as the electricity goes thorough the branches and his own legs, a feeling of accomplishment spreading through him as the branches slowly start to burn off and wither away. Kakashi almost immediately tried to stand up, but the numbing feeling in his legs made it difficult to stand. It didn't matter. He still kept trying to move forward, toward the two entwined bodies in front of him. Obito nor the clone holding the woman didn't seem to notice him, the former making small moaning noises as his lips once again collided with the terrified samurai's. Her choking sobs continued as the disfigured man threaded his hand inside and out her wet lips, juices sliding down her inner thighs as Obito starts panting heavily, his voice getting more ragged and his moans becoming more intense each time he invaded the woman's mouth, his tongue poking and prodding.

Kakashi's rage and disgust only grew at the sight, his hand brandishing the katana as he readied it to strike. You son of a bitch! Doing something like this...I can't forgive you! He thinks, bringing the blade down on this man who was once his hero, his childhood friend. It Is stopped mid-way, the clanging of metal on something echoing in the odd space. Kakashi focused his might on the blade, attempting to cut through the obstacle in his path, yet the clone would not budge so easily. It parried the swing, the blade flying out of Kakashi's hand, following up the attack with a swift strike to his abdomen. Between the numbing feeling in his legs and the knee to the gut, the silver haired ninja was brought to his knees, the clone standing over him with a satisfied grin. The clone easily lifted him up off the ground, gripping him by the front of his green flak jacket. Tired from his usage of chakra, Kakashi could only watch as the clone's free hand started to morph and change, branches shooting out of the white appendage and piercing him in various places. A groan of pain escaped his lips as he felt his body slammed into a wall, one of the blocks seemingly rising up out of nowhere. The branches pinned through his gloved hands and bare feet, keeping him stuck to the wall. Most of the others missing vital spots or just scraping him, causing small cuts and ripping his clothes slightly. His arms and legs were the most scratched up, navy blue cloth hanging off his arms and legs, drooping pathetically against the wall. His head and neck were also cut, his headband falling off of his forehead and onto the floor, parts of his face and neck slowly becoming exposed as the wood caused crimson red lines to paint his body. The zipper on his flak jacket was also destroyed, the green fabric opening up to show the torn blue shirt and chain mail underneath, exposing some of his skin.

The wood was all over his body, small white branches criss-crossing over his arms, torso and legs. Even if he wasn't pinned by the hands and feet, it would be hard to escape out of something like this. He could only stare down at the clone, who was missing one white arm, now focused on Obito and the samurai. He was once again forcefully pressing his lips against the woman's, her body less resistant than before. A chill ran up Kakashi's spine that only worsened as he noticed a pretty large bulge protruding out of Obito's pants. He was honestly quite shocked at how big it was, considering all the trauma his body had been through. Kakashi reasoned that it was probably the result of the Zetsu cells making up more than half his body; there was no other explanation as to why it was still functioning. Sadly, all Kakashi could do was struggle against the branches, their pointed edge cutting against his skin and clothing. Goddamit! Why? She's so close and yet I can't do a thing...Shit! Kakashi thinks, guilt and anger welling up in the pit of his stomach. The samurai barely made any noise or attempt to wriggle out of his grasp. Her face turned to meet his for a split second, before it was forcefully pulled away by Obito's firm hand.

“Ignore that piece of shit. You're my plaything now,” Obito commands, squeezing her face with his fingers. Her only response was to emit a garbled noise, her one good eye staring down the man who had made her go through such humiliation. It was a look of pure rage, her tear streaked face making it all the more painful for Kakashi to watch, yet Obito only scoffed at her. He let go of her face then, causing the samurai to exhale slightly as her mouth returned to its normal position. His hand easily tugged at the waistband of his pants, his large misshapen dick right in front of the woman's face. A look of surprise flashed over her face, then back to fear as she realized what was going to happen next. Despite this, there was still an odd smirk on her face as she stared at the big, tan cock.

“Pffftt...You're nowhere near the splendor of Kakashi-dono,” the samurai comments, her voice wavering slightly as she looks at the phallic object, her face heating up from humiliation and embarrassment. Heat rose to Kakashi's cheeks, knowing that she was exaggerating for his pride. He didn't have a complex about it, yet he knew that his own dick was smaller than Obito's. Even though it was probably enhanced because of the Zetsu cells, the other man's cock dwarfed Kakashi's by a quite a bit. The two of them both knew; and of course Obito was going to test if that was true. He would do anything to humiliate his childhood friend, and it wouldn't surprise Kakashi to see him go that low. It did surprise him however, when Obito moved closer to his tied up form, the clone holding the samurai also getting closer. The other one armed clone walked right next to Kakashi, grabbing one of the branches that had pierced his hand, tugging at it forcefully. He grimaced in pain, his eyes narrowing as he felt the release of pressure off of one hand and then the other, though they were still bound so tightly it was difficult to move them. He could stretch out his hands and move his arms a little, yet every movement stung as the branches dug deeper into his arms. His legs weren't much better off, though the numb feeling had receded enough by now that he could tell they were in pain. He did feel the odd sensation of the woman's forehead pressing against his abdomen, the clone nearly shoving her face into his crotch, its hand gripping her hair tightly. She could only groan in pain, the small branches cutting her face, leaving trails of blood and small cuts.

“What are you doing? Why...why won't you leave her out of this?” Kakashi pleads, his stomach wrenching in knots as he stares at the samurai. His arms twitch, his heart aching as he know he can do nothing for her. The real Obito grins manically, any trace of his sanity seemingly gone.

“Why? Because...you let Rin die. You, Kakashi, killed the love of my life. I can't forgive you. Ever. On that day, my happiness was stolen from me. Any chance I had at a semi-normal life..It's not fair...That you should find happiness...is inexcusable to me,” Obito comments, staring Kakashi in the eyes.

“I'm going to have you feel the despair I felt...after losing what little spark of hope I had left!” Obito screams, his face twisting with rage as he nods to the clone. He moves to where the samurai is, the clone pinning her one arm against her back using some wood as the real one moved into position behind her. He roughly grabs her by the hair, her gasp tickling Kakashi's crotch as her head tilted upward.

“Use that mouth of yours to take off his pants. Don't argue, or else...” Obito commands, smashing her face against Kakashi's crotch. He stiffened as he felt her cheek rub up against his dick, an involuntary gasp escaping his masked lips. He didn't mean to; he felt disgusted with himself, his face flushing with shame. He didn't want what he knew was coming, but his body was starting to tell him otherwise. His eyes widened as he saw the woman bite down on the waistband of his pants, her teeth rubbing against his abdomen, sucking in his breath as they gently ran along the front of his dick. They were cold, and the sensation causing his flaccid cock to rise a bit. The silver haired ninja shook his head, his silver bangs wildly moving to and fro because of his frantic shaking. He could feel tears welling up at the corner of his eyelids, his heart feeling the exact opposite of how his body was reacting.

“Good...I shouldn't have to tell you what to do next,” Obito commands, pulling the samurai's hair back, causing her to sob in pain as Kakashi's pants fell to the floor, leaving his face the only thing not fully exposed to the trio in front of him. He didn't care; not when the person he cared about was right in front of him and he could nothing to help. Just like with Rin all those years ago. Stretching out his arm, his fingers barely reached the top of the woman's messy brown hair, his body too pinned down by the white branches to lean in any further. He wanted to tell her to stop, guilt tearing him apart as he watched her lips part open to swallow his tip. Her tongue made him shudder, a moan escaping his lips as she glided over his small opening, the tip of her tongue massaging his slit. She was hard at work rubbing her soft, wet tongue against him. As she went up and down his tip, he could feel the bumps of her taste buds causing his cock to harden as it straightened out. Tears streaming down his face, the reactions his body was illiciting making him feel like a disgusting monster. He hated himself at this moment, small sobs escaping his throat as he attempted to ignore the samurai's movements on his erect cock, her warm breath on his shaft making him tremble. He could feel himself start to cum, the fluid building up at the tip of his cock, using what little willpower he had left to stop himself from letting it all go. Hearing an odd sound, Kakashi could only stare down at his own erect cock in puzzlement as white branches began to wrap around it, painfully stopping him from cumming. He shouted in pain as the wood cut against his dick, causing blood to well up from the wounds on his shaft and tip. Only a little bit escaped his tip, the samurai's eyes widening with surprise as the fluid dripped from the corner of her mouth.

“Mmmmph....N-no, I don't want this!!” Kakashi pleads, craning his neck forward so that he could look at the bastard that was causing them so much pain. Obito only laughed, his one free hand easily caressing the samurai's wet pussy. She trembled, the mewling sound as her mouth pressed along Kakashi shaft causing him to sob. He could feel her tears as they ran down his abdomen, his silver pubes becoming wet. The small samurai froze in place, Obito's hand forcefully dragging her mouth against Kakashi's dick until it was free of the confines of her lips. Her breathing was ragged, her cum stained mouth open wide as she was panting heavily, tears streaking down her face. His face was hot, his cheeks burning as shame filled him, realizing now that his mouth and nose were exposed as the navy blue cloth was no longer pressed up against them. He could only look down on Obito and the samurai, the former shifting his position so that his large cock was in line with her wet entrance. A horrendous, bloodcurdling scream erupted out of the woman's mouth as Obito relentlessly plunged his erect dick into her pussy, the latter only cackling insanely as he shoved himself balls deep into her. The wet, squishing sounds made Kakashi shudder as he watched Obito plunge his bloody dick into her bleeding entrance again and again. The old wounds from their previous battles began to open up, small cuts lining her body, and the large one she had received from Obito earlier bleeding profusely as it started to open up again, negating the small healing from Naruto.

His own pain was nothing compared to what he saw before him, the silver haired ninja desperately reaching out with his arms to stop this mad scene. The samurai's tiny wails constantly echoed in his ears, blood pouring out of her entrance as her pussy was being ravaged by the large dick. Obito did not care, only using his hand to push her down onto the floor as he pulled out for a brief moment, cum lining the edges of his tip, the rest of it falling out of the samurai's bloody opening. Using this time to position himself under the small woman, he jabbed his blood covered cock into her pussy once again, a painful scream wrenching out of the samurai's lips. A cough escaped her, a horrible choking sound as blood dripped down the sides of her mouth, mixing with Kakashi's cum on her chin. The disfigured man only nodded his head, the one armed clone moving up behind the samurai, its own erect dick pushing out of the confines of its pants, which it quickly dropped on the floor. The woman's eyes widened as she felt the clone's fingers circle the rim of her asshole, her body trembling with fear as she understood was what going to happen next. She blinked once, her eyes gong from fearful to stern as she attempted to look up at Kakashi. She seemed to be focusing only on him, her one good eye locking with his as the clone plunged its hard cock balls deep into her ass. Her mouth opened in a silent scream, her voice letting out a hoarse moan as her anus was torn open, an awful spurting sound coming out of what remained of her sphincter as blood streams down her legs and onto the floor. The clone once again jammed itself into her rectum, her body shaking and shivering with pain as she was assaulted from both ends. Yet her gaze never wavered, her eye staring deeply into Kakashi's mismatched ones even as tears streamed down her face, She seemed to be telling him something with that strong gaze. Her mouth tried to move, blood seeping from the corners as she weakly whispered a few words. He could barely make it out, her voice weak from all the screaming, combining with the squishing and mushing of her body being ripped apart from the inside.

“Kakashi-dono...I-I'm sorry...but...our...p-pro...” She attempted to say, blood falling out of her mouth with every word. He thinks he sees her eyes motion to her small satchel for some reason; he isn't sure why. He must be losing his mind. He couldn't take it, his heart wrenching in two as despair and anger coursed through him. Please...Don't speak. Don't say anymore...My heart can't take this anymore...I'd rather die. Kakashi mentally pleads, tears streaming down his face as he watches her small body shudder as both Obitos thrust into her again. She ignores the pain, despite the blood trailing from various places on her body, though Obito's hand on the back of her head freezes her in place. He grins maddeningly, lifting her head up to once more forcefully press her mouth against the silver haired ninja's hard cock. He tried to pull away, knowing that it was impossible because of the branches holding him in place, dtill hoping to save her some anguish. He did feel the pain of his dick being cut by the wood, and the pain in his balls and shaft from holding in so much cum, but he did not care about his own problem. Even though it was going to become even more painful in a moment, he knew he could endure it. What he couldn't stand was the woman's gentle gaze as she enveloped his whole shaft, even the part that was constrained by the white branches. Her face was more pale then before, a ghostly white compared to the blood on her body, those deep crimson and nearly black wounds. He let out another involuntary gasp as she focused on his tip, the odd feeling of her warm breath and blood making him feel strangely aroused. She just kept concentrating on his tip, then slowly moving to the shaft, the feeling of her blood on his dick making Kakashi throb in agony. Her lips slowly began to feel less warm on his dick, fear spreading through him as he understood what this meant. He can feel the tip of his cock at the end of her throat, moving slightly as Obito and his clone keep pummeling her from both ends. Her small wails of pain making Kakashi feel horrible as he stays locked onto her gaze, that single eye never wavering as it watches him.

“N-no...Don't look at me with that kind of face,” Kakashi pleads, the samurai ignoring him as she continued to work his shaft with her tongue. Her movements slow as her tongue starts to feel slightly lukewarm on his shaft. His cock throbs as his body attempts to ejaculate the branches preventing him from cumming, pain spreading throughout his balls and dick. Gritting his teeth, the silver haired ninja could steel himself against that, yet the sight of the samurai's bleeding and broken body as it pulled away from his shaft distressing him greatly. Her pathetic, wheezing breaths as she tried to regain oxygen were echoing in his ears, knowing that she was nearing her limit. He knew her body was slowly losing functionality, as the wounds from their earlier battles began to take their toll, along with her ruptured organs from Obito's assault. Despite that, she continued to look at him, her gaze only breaking for a moment to look at her bag of tools a few feet away. They both focus on that for a second, confusion clearly etched on Kakashi's face, Obito still continuing to cum inside the samurai once more. An awful spurting sound echoes as the tortured woman shudders once more, even Obito's dick in her pussy failing to stop the torrent of bodily fluids as her body finally started to shut down completely. Both the real Obito and the clone have pulled out by now, cum dripping off the ends of their now flaccid dicks. The clone vanishes a second later, the real Obito only staring down at the samurai's slowly dying body in amusement. Her one eye never stopped staring at him, Kakashi's eyes widening as her face once again came closer to his dick. An odd sensation filled his stomach as her bloody lips gently kissed his tip, her mouth slowly moving to form her last words. They were so quiet, it was almost impossible for Kakashi to hear. Yet he strained himself, using every ounce of his willpower to listen to her quivering voice.

“...N-no matter what...I will...always...love...you forever...” The woman mutters, the shine of life leaving her one brown eye as she stops moving completely, a smile frozen on her purple and blood covered lips. An overwhelming mix of emotions fills Kakashi, his mouth open in a silent scream as his eyes narrow. He can only stare at the unmoving, lifeless body of his companion, his lover as she bleeds out on the ground. The smell from the mix of fluids coming out of her dead body causing his nose to wrinkle, tears streaming down his face as he takes shallow, shaking breath. He ignores the sound of footsteps, his mind replaying her last words over and over again. It wasn't the first time she had told him her true feelings; they had in fact confessed to each other a while ago, long before the war. They had just started to test the waters, the samurai moving in with him a few months ago. His heart aches as he remembers those moments, feeling an odd kind of peace by her side. He hadn't even noticed Obito standing in front of him, a grin on his face as he is holding something that looked familiar to Kakashi. IT was the samurai's tool pouch, the one she had been motioning to a few times before. Kakashi was very confused, until he saw Obito pull a thin object out of the bag, waving it in front of him tauntingly. The crinkle of paper assaulted his ears, and he realized it was a letter. His eyes widen as a feeling akin to being doused with cold water spreads throughout his body. So that time...Kakashi thinks, his mind slowly drifting back to a better place as he remebers their last comforting moment together.

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Wasn't gonna make another chapter but I felt bad and wanted some cute to wash out the awfulness of this one. This next chapter will be somewhat canon to the real fic. Just think of this as a 'bad end' type of scenario like in dating sims.
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