This is one of my variations of Ashurii Kisate...
Arashi has the cooler KG, in my opinion...
These are a few random bases from Deviantart that I edited on Microsoft paint.
[Day 222 since Ashurii was first kidnapped by Deidara...]
The door to her room was open; she never left it open. Proceeding with caution, she entered the area of her imprisonment; the door was closed by another when she had reached the middle of the room. It was dark, the full moon providing the only light with its silver reflection.
Pivoting, Ash peered into the darkness.
He stepped into view, his complexion a ghostly cast, charcoal eyes gazing into hers.
"Is there something you want, Itachi-sama?" she inquired coolly.
Itachi stepped towards her, stopping only when there were barely inches between them.
Ash looked up, for he was taller than she. Her heart jumped as she noticed the way his eyes seemed to observe her.
"Tell me, and I'll go,"
"Why are you doing this, Itachi-sama...?"
"Deidara-san doesn't have to know, Ashurii-san,"
He leaned in, his mouth inches from her quivering lips.
"Its not right..."
"It feels right to me..."
Gently, he cupped her face in his hand, and pressed his lips to hers.
She rose up to meet them.
Ash has become something she doesn't want to be. What can she do, when this is the only way to keep her life? She misses her home, her family, her friends, but must do the bidding of the Akatsuki...she's a jinchuriki for God's sake!
Not to mention her forbidden love with Deidara and her...'flings' with Itachi.
This is her present Akatsukiness, and her reflection is the past life she yearns for.
By the way, that stick with the red on the end isn't a stick. Its her tanto, Nijurokuya...but only the top part. the blade isn't in view of the reflection.
Arashi has the cooler KG, in my opinion...
These are a few random bases from Deviantart that I edited on Microsoft paint.
[Day 222 since Ashurii was first kidnapped by Deidara...]
The door to her room was open; she never left it open. Proceeding with caution, she entered the area of her imprisonment; the door was closed by another when she had reached the middle of the room. It was dark, the full moon providing the only light with its silver reflection.
Pivoting, Ash peered into the darkness.
He stepped into view, his complexion a ghostly cast, charcoal eyes gazing into hers.
"Is there something you want, Itachi-sama?" she inquired coolly.
Itachi stepped towards her, stopping only when there were barely inches between them.
Ash looked up, for he was taller than she. Her heart jumped as she noticed the way his eyes seemed to observe her.
"Tell me, and I'll go,"
"Why are you doing this, Itachi-sama...?"
"Deidara-san doesn't have to know, Ashurii-san,"
He leaned in, his mouth inches from her quivering lips.
"Its not right..."
"It feels right to me..."
Gently, he cupped her face in his hand, and pressed his lips to hers.
She rose up to meet them.
Ash has become something she doesn't want to be. What can she do, when this is the only way to keep her life? She misses her home, her family, her friends, but must do the bidding of the Akatsuki...she's a jinchuriki for God's sake!
Not to mention her forbidden love with Deidara and her...'flings' with Itachi.
This is her present Akatsukiness, and her reflection is the past life she yearns for.
By the way, that stick with the red on the end isn't a stick. Its her tanto, Nijurokuya...but only the top part. the blade isn't in view of the reflection.