Thread: Kizan  Uchiha (Me & VS)

He was honestly a little surprised when she began to look back and countered his kunai. A shameful feeling as this meant he had not accurately predicted the movements of his opponent, leading her to actually burn some of her hair on a fireball that wasn't meant to touch her at all. With another surprising turn of events, the kunai took to her shoulder and wounded her there while she fumbled and her body crashed into a tree. The amount of damage caused had been unsavory, certainly not satisfactory. He couldn't give her the opportunity to keep running. Closing the distance, he watched her climb to sit on a tree trunk. He watched her cough up blood and the kunai was removed, her curse mark receded before he noticed it wasn't active. She was feeble now. Too weak to probably slay Itachi for he had done and finally bring him the peace he longed for. Her words were nothing but air to Itachi. His face making absolutely no move as she wouldn't succeed in invoking a response out of him in regards to the clan. To him, she was on the outside looking in. She wouldn't know everything, not if he could help it. Telling even one person the truth about Madara's envolvement, Danzo's ultimatum, the third hokage's mercy, it was all too much for him to bare. And yet, it would always be exactly that His to bare. No one else should know. He stepped closer as he had before. Kunai readied in any case of retaliation. If a fight commenced or the chase continued, with these wounds, you would perish. He stated the obvious, and for good reason. His pale right hand moved to cup her bandaged chin and lead her to look into his eyes. With his brow furrowed, he looked to her with an ounce of sincerity. Though, it was impossible to tell if he honestly worried about her, or if it were because his orders were to take her alive. I won't allow you the room to cause anymore harm to yourself. He spoke as he looked intently into her blood red eyes. Tsukyomi. While the Tsukyomi is in effect, she would experience more time than he would and effectively be unconscious for three days. He had no reason to torture her in the Tsukyomi. Instead, she lay on a cross, bands around her wrists and ankles to hold her in place. Sitting beside the cross was Itachi, His hand on her knee before rubbing up between her thighs. Over and over. He would switch things up a little and run his hand over other almost-intimate areas, focusing whatever summoned the most reaction without removing bandages from her breasts or crotch or mouth, or even touching said areas. Informing her how much time she had left at each hour, studying her closely. This wasn't the real Itachi and this was all an illusion so Itachi wouldn't learn anything from this. But, the illusion would grow to better tease her to pass the time. On the outside, she was layed across a pile of leaves with Itachi's Akatsuki cloak wrapped around her gingerly. Her hands were bound together in a pair of cuffs and her eyes were covered in a blindfold. She would be extremely famished once she awoke. They in a tiny cave behind a waterfall. The rushing water was a little loud, but they were a little ways back into the cave where it had become a dull roar. Itachi sat across tje cabe from her with a lamp hanging above him, to his side. He watched her sleep from the distance. She would awaken anytime now.