Kakashi story for ImKatX)

     

        It was still warm out after the ceremony, she had slipped out of her white dress moments before and were now in her garter, white bustier, and long leggings.

 Stepping out, onto the sunset lit terrace, she greeted the Sakura blossoms silently as they covered the air. She chose to have her wedding day during the Sakura festival for this exact reason, it had always been her dream since she were a little girl.


The weather was delightful, everyone was so cheerful, and of course the blossoms: having them dance down and congratulate you during your wedding was a dream one she thought would never come true. Closing her eyes, she could still clearly remember walking down the aisle: the warm sun beating over head, people to the left and right staring, and the most beautiful thing of all  -- the two grand Sakura trees, in full bloom, at the end of the aisle.


 They brushed against one another, in a gentle greeting, releasing multiple Sakura blossoms into the air; it was a truly beautiful sight.

But, none compared to what waited for at the end of the aisle. A man; he stood tall, a slight twinkle in his eye as he watched her. He was dressed handsomely in a black tux, a white dress shirt that hid away his delicate cream coloured skin, a mask that covered his neck and half his face - shrouding his sweet lips and his cute little nose from on lookers now. 

 But, her most favorite thing about him, the reason she fell in love with him were because of his eyes; he kept his left eye hidden, and she respected that, she knew how he felt about his sharingan eye.

 That doesn’t mean she never got to see it though. But at the moment she could only see his beautiful right eye, it stared at her with a deep intensity and a depth of warmth, hinting to her that he was smiling under his mask. 

And the last thing she could describe about her soon to be husband was his hair: a menacing sign to his enemies, it was the first thing you noticed and the first thing you remembered about him, but what his enemies didn’t know about his hair was that it was soft to the touch and smelled richly of apple cinnamon. 

All an all, the one word that came to mind every time she thought about him was. . .  breath-taking. Her cheeks started burning as she thought all of this. I can’t believe I’m marrying this wonderful man. She squeezed your father’s arm tightly, nerves racking her spine, he just grinned down at her, his little girl, and continued to guide her down the aisle.

            A small smile dusted over her lips at the memory. That was hours ago, but the thrill and chill of the event remained fresh in her mind. 

She lent against the railing and gazed at the last few rays of the sunset, before it descended out of sight, leaving her alone under a dimly lit sky. 

A gentle breeze of warm air blew through her hair. 

She closed her eyes enjoying the gust of air on her skin. A pair of lips grazed the newly revealed skin on her shoulder, she grinned at the feel; the warm lips kissed up her neck and brushed against the small of her ear, a breathy moan left her lips. 

Strong arms wrapped around her waist cradling her lovingly, a deep husky voice whispered in her ear, “Hello Mrs. Hatake.” She crooned at the sound of her new name, turning around in his arms she found her desired area, in which she’s been craving, was being hidden away by a mask.



 His warm breath danced against her lips, almost teasingly. The extra layer of clothing annoyed her; she looked up into his eyes for an explanation, and was surprised to see that only one was visible, his hintai covered his left eye, confusion ebbed its way onto her features.






Why is he wearing all of this? She pulled out of his embrace, backed away slowly and began to scrutinize his body. Kakashi was in his ninja vest, pants, and sandals, a bag clutched over his right shoulder. Her eyes shot back to his, realization burning through you.


 He stared down at her unblinkingly: his eye radiating his apologizes over and over again. Shocked, angry, and upset she said, “No. . . . No!” He reached out to her, but she swiftly swatted his hand away and walked back into the hotel room. “Kat, I have no choice.”



“Yes, you do. Tell that old man that someone else can do it. You’re not leaving.” “Kat, you can’t keep calling the Hokage an old man,” he said curtly, but then softened, “And I have to go, this is a crucial mission for the safety of Konoha.”




He explained trying to persuade her to be less angry about him leaving;. “Kakashi Hatake tonight is our honeymoon. You can’t leave,” she said, voice shaking.




 But, she knew all her fighting would be in vain, Kakashi had already accepted the mission in his mind, meaning nothing and no one could stop him from going.

The look in his eye proved her theory right, he was going, whether she liked it or not. She  gave an irritated sigh, as frustrated tears built in her eyes, but she would not dare let them fall. 

He pulled her into his strong arms trying to comfort her as best he could; but she just beat her fists against his chest, angrily, throwing an uncharacteristic hissy fit. “No! No, no, no!” she screamed into his chest refusing his comfort.

 But after a short while she quieted down admitting her inevitable defeat; she stopped hitting his chest and stopped her bickering. 

Instead she became limp and began inwardly moping, his arms held  her tight.  “I’ll be back soon, we can have our honeymoon then,” he cooed to her while playing with her hair soothingly. He lifted her off the ground and carried her to the large bed, cradling her in his arms.

 Her head was tucked naturally in the crook of his arm, while her face nuzzled his warm chest. He sat down and gently began to rock to and fro, just as if she were a fitful baby.

 He usually did this when she were truly upset, it always worked. Her internal fit quieted until it was completely soothed: her breathing was calm but her aura spoke of her sadness. She accepted that this issue was inevitable; it was going to happen either way.  

She felt emotionally drained, head throbbing, eyes irritated and cloudy: making it increasingly difficult to see. A hand gently lifted her chin, making her look up at him.

 His fingertips lightly brushed against her soft lips.  After memorizing the feel of her lips his hand rose to his own face and pulled down his mask, revealing his delectable lips. He carefully shifted her body higher, so that now her head lay on his shoulder and her warm breath tickled his neck. 

He rested his head against hers as he spoke, “Kat, you know I love you, and that I would want nothing more then to be here with you. But, I have to leave. I promise to be back soon.” 

He leant down and kissed her lips gingerly. Her lustful want refused such a tender kiss, she pulled his head down locking his lips in a passionate affair. Moments passed until their lips finally disconnected.

 He pulled away from her lips slightly hesitant, and then stared into her eyes. A full sigh slipped her lips, “Kakashi, please, can you stay with me just for a little while, just so I can have you for my honeymoon . . . . please?” 

He was silent for a moment, drinking her in deeply; he then kissed her forehead and said, “Sure.”She felt an overwhelming happiness warm her; his lips brushed against her neck, tickling her skin.

 “You can be sure that this will be a night you’ll never forget,” he breathed in her ear, immersing her body in a tingling war. She gave a small giggle that was soon interrupted by a moan that burst passed her lips as he sucked on her soft spot. “Oh Kakashi.”

His lips massaged her skin; kneading it to his hearts content, but soon after released the reddened pleasure spot to look up at her hazed eyes. Relief washed over her eyes, at the relinquish of her sensitive skin. He smirked, slyly, before attacking forcefully once again at her weakness.

 She gasped in shock, but groaned at the overbearing pleasure numbing her senses as it coursed through her body. Her hand shakily gripped his hair trying to relish in the deep pleasure once more before she ripped his lips away from her neck to stare into his eyes. She could feel her body panting slightly trying to contain her flaming desire for him as she stared at him. 

The sexual tension was immense it tightened within her core, begging to unravel itself. She knew, if Kakashi were to make just the slightest movement it would set her off. Her cheeks were flushed with an overwhelming burn, her breath was completely ragged, and she could feel her control breaking quickly. 

Kat watched Kakashi’s body as his chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, as his eyes watched her just as intently as she watched him. Then it happened, Kakashi moved. The slightest peak of his angelic tongue glided across his waiting lips, moistening them for what was next to come. 

Kat lunged for him into a full on frenzy, her patience and control completely withered away. Kakashi kissed her just as eagerly, caressing her body with his curious hands. As their tongues fought wildly within their mouths Kat’s hands wrestled with their own desires. 

Her nails clawed at his jounin vest, craving the skin beneath it. Her fingertips fiddled with the irritating buttons, tugging at them with a brute strength trying to force them apart. One of Kakashi’s hands slipped hastly from around her body to try and assist her with his vest, but she just slapped his hand away and continued to tug viciously.

 Frustration welled inside of her; she tore her lips away from his with a pained squeal and pushed him down onto his back roughly before straddling him. Finally able to rid his body of the useless vest she now took vengeance on his under shirt, the last article of clothing preventing her from his sweet milky chest. 

She smirked, while scrunching the shirt in her fists, pulling it up slowly; her hips slowly grinding into his pelvis. “You were thinking of leaving? . . . On my honeymoon? . . . . . And missing . . . all of this?” she growled lowly near his ear, grinding her irritation into his want. He growled right back at her with a primal lust in his eye. 

Before she could chastise him any further, Kakashi flipped her over, stripped his shirt from his toned chest, wrapped her legs around his waist and grinded into her ferociously; a gasp of shock erupted from her but were closely followed by groans of need. 

One of his hands clasped down on both of her wrists pinning them above her head, rendering them useless. His lips leant down to her ear; he growled lowly at her for lecturing him and teasing his strained body. 

“And because you feel that you have the right to tease me I’m going to punish you”, he bucked into her, she bit back a shriek, “Your punishment will be deep, hard, and relentless.” Her eyes widened at his words and felt his hands get to work on her punishment.

The Next Day

The cool sheets brushed against her skin as Kat stretched and clutched onto the king sized bed. She smiled into the stretch engulfing in the touch of the sheets, however her pleasured smile faded quickly. She stretched out further, gripping the sheets with a rushed urge, but the thing she searched for wasn’t there. Her head snapped up quickly causing a sharp pain to radiate deep within her neck, but that was far from her mind, there was too much panic already preoccupying your thoughts.

 Her bed was barren; she scanned the entire room and found it to be completely vacant of other people. She laid back down in defeat, a sudden bustle in the kitchen pushed her back up. She jumped out of bed and ran out, into the hotel room’s kitchen. Her eyes brightened at the fully dressed man making coffee in the dim light. Quietly she crept behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist, embracing him warmly. “I’m glad to see that you haven’t left yet Kakashi-san.”

 “I couldn’t leave you here, knowing you’d be all alone, Kat-chan. . . . I can’t believe Kakashi would do that to you, especially on your honeymoon.” Kat backed away quickly, swiftly untangling her arms from the figure.

She rushed to a light switch, hastily turning it on. The bright lights revealed the back of a tall man, with messy dark brown hair. 

Turning around he allowed her to analyze his features further. His right eye was a light green, but his left eye was a transparent purple, his skin was pale compared to his deep chocolate hair; the contrast between the two allowed the white streaks embedded in his brown hair to stand erect.

 A mask hid away his nose and stretched all the way down to cover his throat. A slight smirk reached his eyes as he stared at her, “I wouldn’t leave you here like Kakashi did.” 

“What are you doing here Kaito?”

Kaito was her ex boy friend. They had been together for about 3 years; she had loved him and she knew he loved her. He would tell her that she always made his soul soar and that her parents had given her a worthy name.

 He enveloped her in his care, his affection, and his love; not to mention in his delicious lips. He promised never to hurt her and that they would be together for as long as she would have him. She believed him whole heartedly. 

 One day, Kat had gone to Kaito’s house, he was away on a mission. She was house sitting for him, he said he would be gone for two weeks and that he’d try and hurry back to her; she figured, since she was off missions for the time being, that she would be a good girlfriend and keep house while he was away. 

She entered his home to see it neat and undisturbed; she smiled and thought to herself ‘Neat freak’, but nonetheless continued the search for any signs of untidiness anyway. Slowly she made her way towards her lover’s room anxious to smell his familiar scent.

 As the smell grew closer she began to giggle imagining him here so she could truly inhale him, but just as quick as her giggles had come, they ended: she quieted herself. She could hear water running in the bathroom near by. 

She stopped and listened closely confirming her suspicion that water was truly running. Pushing out with her charka, Kat could sense others in the house, two others, both residing behind the bathroom door, and one felt very familiar. She reached for the handle, surprisingly the door pushed open.

 ‘If you thought you were going to be alone in your own house, by yourself, why would you have a need to lock the doors inside?’ 

The room was warm from the steam of the shower; faint cries called from within it. Stealthily she walked up towards the shower, and opened the door. Unarmed, she peered inside and found herself staring at her lover, as he lent back against the shower wall gripping hungrily at another women, as she grinded herself fiercely into him. Her throat grew tight as she stared at the spectacle before her.

Never once had she had sex with Kaito, the farthest they had ever gotten to was 3^rd base, she’d always stopped him before something happened; he had said that he respected her decision to wait and that he would wait for her. But, now witnessing this, she felt her heart being ripped out of her chest and torn in half. The only thing she could do within her shock was whisper his name quietly in disbelief, “Kaito.”

 He looked up at you slowly with a dazed look, and then tucked his head back in the crook of the girl’s neck. Kat could feel ragged breaths rack up in her chest as tears threatened to fall rapidly down her cheeks; she slammed the shower door roughly and burst from the bathroom.

With wide alarmed eyes,  Kaito looked up in time to see her escaping figure, storm out of the bathroom and into the hall. “Kat-chan.”

 Kat left the house, trying her hardest not to punish the front door on her way out; she quickly walked home trying to clear her head and forget everything she just witnessed

 She didn’t want to see Kaito any time soon and knew her house would be the first place he’d look. ‘Maybe I could go to a friend’s house? No. I don’t feel like explaining how a 3 year relationship blew up without even so much as a warning. How about the park? No, too easy, he’ll fin. . . . ’ 

She walked right into a pedestrian’s chest: so consumed with her own thought process; the impact and lack of concentration caused her to sway after the impact, but only slightly. However, the victim of this collision remained stock still as if someone hadn’t just ran into them.

 She dropped her eyes to the ground, mumbled an apology and tried to continue on her way: her boyfriend spectacle still eating away at her attention.

The person looked after her, puzzled by her behavior. “So that’s the apology I get as you nearly ran me into the rode?”She stopped in her tracks at the sound of his voice and turned to face him with wide eyes. “Oy, my bad Kakashi-san I’m just a little wrapped in my own thoughts right now.”  

“Hn, I can see that.” “Kakashi-san I really don’t feel like being bothered with you today, can we take a rein check please?” she groaned rubbing her forehead with her fingertips. Her eyes laid on him to catch his reaction, his eyebrow was quirked but his eye still held her in a blank stare; he gave her a short nod before he turned away with a dismissive wave and continued down the rode. 

Kat shut her eyes briefly, took in a deep breath of air before proceeding on her escape.

Walking further to no where, Kat tucked her arms around herself trying to keep her emotions wrapped within.

What about the memorial?  . . . .

She looked up with wide eyes, taking the thought into consideration, but then quickly looked toward her new destination. She moved quickly, brushing past shoppers and other civilians, rushing to the memorial as if it would give her some kind of comfort before she’d have to face her pain head on.

The moment she broke through the brush of the surrounding landscape to the memorial Kat collapsed, and sobbed lightly.

She beat the grass beneath her fists in frustration: she was ashamed of her tears, enraged at Kaito, and saddened by her own naïve behavior.

A strained scream seeped passed her clutched teeth. And after her scream had died Kat looked up at the stone embedded in the ground. She crawled closer hoping to get a better look at the stone. K.I.A. was written at the top, and below this title were people’s names, each gone from the world she lived in and off to another.

 She dragged her index finger against every person’s name that she came across; when she recognized the name she’d stop and trace it slowly. “Rin . . . well you treated me just as if I were your little sister. . .” a soft chuckle bubbled in her chest, “You said I annoyed the crap out of you like a pesky little sister . . . . but, whether you knew it or not I truly looked up to you.”

Her finger brushed against a different name this time, Obito. She smiled at it and sighed, “Obito . . . What ever happened to being there always for me?. . . That attitude, that no one could stop you from protecting me? . . . . . . . I owe you one. I always got picked on, but you were always there to save me.”

A strong sigh slipped past her lips; it was calm. Tears dripped down her cheeks as she finished speaking to her friends. A silent moment passed as she continued to trace names on the cold stone, sub-consciously searching for someone. 

Until she found it. Hara, Mamoru. Large tears chocked her eyes, threatening to fall. It had been a long time since she’d seen that name, or since she’d heard it. She had never called him Mamoru, she’d always called him otousan or chichi.  Father.

She couldn’t hold back the big round tears that suddenly graced her flushed cheeks. “Oh chichi, it’s been a long time, we haven’t talked in a while . . . . . I’ve grown since then . . . .” she said with a watery smile, “I-I’m a ninja now  . . . just like you.” She gave a thick sigh, turned to lean her back against the boulder and stare at the sky. “I’m a failure as a ninja though . . . you must be so disappointed in me . . . what kind of ninja cries?” “One that’s been through a lot.”

Her eyes widened, as she searched for the culprit, that had dared spy on her intimate moment. She spotted a figure in a tree, hunched over, and staring down at her was Kakashi. She relaxed and turned away from him wiping her wet face with her sleeve. 

“What are you doing here Kakashi?” A hand grasped her arm, preventing her from drying any further, and pulled her up off the ground. “I came to find you.” She looked away from him, trying to hide away from his intense gaze. “Well you found me, now what?” “Now . . Your going to tell me what’s causing you to act like this.” Kat gave him a dirty look, “Why should I? You don’t care.”

 He gave an exasperated sigh, and an irritated look. “You don’t give me enough credit.” She just looked at him her mouth taut and expression unwilling. He sighed, rolled his eye, and proceeded on doing it “the hard way”. He swiftly lifted her body into his arms, jumped into a tree and sat down. His hand was planted firmly over her mouth to cease her bickering before it started. 

“Calm down” She rolled her eyes and continued to mumble her complaints into his hand. But, she stopped short and stared at him shocked as he began to rock her gently to and fro, she immediately relaxed and even felt her eyes droop. A whisper brushed against her ear, “Now are you going to be calm . . . or not?” She nodded numbly, nuzzling deeper into his warm chest.

 He removed his hand from her mouth and stared down at the dazed girl in his arms. He brushed back her hair, and stared down at her pained expression tucking itself deeper into his warm chest; then he made a decision. 

Leaping from the tree branch he then began to make his way to his house: where he would watch over her, for weeks to come. Ever since that day you and Kakashi have been close friends and growing.

 What does he want?“I came to see you of course.” “I’m on my honeymoon.” “Well if you’re on your honeymoon, then where’s your husband?” he asked eyebrow raised, a smug expression smudged across his face. She fumed, clutching your teeth. Why are you here you heartless cretin. His steps eased across the floor sliding in closer to her, “Well?” his face so close she could breath in the air he exhaled. But, Kat remained defiantly quiet and continued to glare up at him. 






He smirked wider at her expression, “He’s not here is he? What kind of man leaves his bride alone on their honeymoon?” His hand brushed against her cheek delicately as he tucked a piece of her hair behind her. His lips drifted closer with every passing second, creeping in toward her swollen ones.



They stopped short, the heat of his lips almost close enough its way onto her skin, but instead the detoured to Kat’s ear. “If you were my bride, you wouldn’t be allowed out of bed.” A hot heat incased her cheeks as she could feel her disgust and anger boil inside her being. Kat tore her body away from him not wanting any further contact with the snake that ripped her to shreds. “Get out of here Kaito, before I show you out myself.”  However she knew her statement was slightly hallow she was on the verge of nudity, there were no weapons on her what so ever. 






And she knew better then anyone that she was going to need at least a kunai to defend herself at such close range. “Oh Kat don’t be like that, were both alone, you can be nice and open about me. Kakashi’s not here to hover over your thoughts so let your true feelings about me come through.” He leant back against a counter smiling reassuringly at her. Ever since Kakashi had comforted Kat for those few weeks, years ago, Kaito had a harder time getting her by herself: Kakashi was always near by. 






Kaito convinced himself into believing Kakashi had kidnapped her for those few weeks and has manipulated her thought process ever since. She stared at him blankly, slightly confused. Considering their prior circumstance together she thought it was obvious how she felt about him. “Okay. . . . Kaito. .” She pondered her words, making sure she get her point across. “Kaito  . . . I’m grateful to you . . . because of your idiocy, cheating, heartless ways on that fateful day, I found someone.  . . . someone who cares about me with every fiber of their being, . . . .who loves me unconditionally, enough to put up with me after you broke me into little piece and threw me away. So I thank you for showing me what it feels like to be cared for.” 








A glazed look enclosed in her eyes as a soft smile dusted her lips. Kat’s eyes drifted toward her forgotten intruder to see him glaring strong, enough to burn a hole through her flesh, directed at her figure. “It’s all his fault . . . had it not be for Kakashi,” he spits out the name as he prowls closer to her, “I would still have you right now. You would be mine. . . But, no! Your mind’s been corrupted by that . . . lazy waste-of-space ninja, whose abandoned you.”








 He chuckles darkly as he takes hold of her upper arms tightly, trapping her within his grasp. “He’s had you under his thumb every step of the way . . . preventing me from retrieving what is mine. . . . . . . but he’s finally slipped up and I will finally take back what is mine.” He smirks down into her face. “You’re coming with me.” His voice dark and vindictive was so unfamiliar to her ears. But Kat remained defiant and tried to shake off his grasp, “No I’m not.” He only smiled guile, “Oh yes you are, whether you like it not.” Kat clenched her mouth into a taut straight line at his remark. But then she felt the slightest prickle on the side of her neck and extreme drossiness consume her stubborn body. After her minute fight against the poison Kat collapsed, completely unconscious and into the arms of Kaito.

A small groan filled the air, as Kat rubbed her pulsing temple, the pounding in her head a beating drum with a fast rhythm demanding her attention. It was all she could do not to tear at her skin, hoping to stop the pain. But, it kept coming, and in waves: one moment it was gone but, in another it came back with a skull crushing beat. She dug her had deep into the pillows the once caressed her head, trying to find comfort in the cool fluff. Taking refuge in the silent pillows and deep breathing the beatings slowly subsided. Raising her head, Kat took a look at her surroundings. 

The room was a large size, a fireplace containing a roaring fire adorned by a brick wall behind, a window adjacent from the wall, and where she lay now was a large bed, plush with fine sheets and fluffed pillows. The colours and quality of the room made it feel luxurious and homey. How did I get here? Where is here? The moment she thought that a door, across from the bed creaked open. 

Footsteps brushed against the floor as a figure with a tray in hand, crept into the quaint room. Kat watched as the intruder closed the door quietly and cringed when the door shut completely with a click. They hunched over and slowly moved away from the door, moving stealthily trying to not make a sound. “Kaito what did you do?” 

His head snapped up with a start and stared at her blankly, before a bright smile lit his lips. “Ahhh you’re awake, good. How do you like the new décor of your room?” He advanced closer as he gestured around the room tray still in hand. She rolled her eyes; he came closer and sat at the edge of the massive bed, content with staring at her. “Why am I here?” 

He chuckled and stared down at that the tray, that she could now see contained food. “Well I brought you here . . .  so you can be mine, like you use to be. You loved being mine. We’d cuddle, I’d whisper things in your ear, and you’d giggle. Don’t you miss that?” He asked his eyes now turned back to her, a flaming burning deep within him. She turned away from his intense gaze and stared into the fire of the fireplace. “I did. A long time ago. But, I don’t anymore.” “But, you can again,” he crawled up onto the bed and hovered above her a smile brimming over his features, “With just the two of us, you can.” 

He knelt down, his breath brushing her lips. “I don’t want to feel that away again,” Kat said as she cased her eyes down. He lifted her chin, bringing their lips even closer together. “I won’t hurt you; I won’t risk losing you again. I promise I won’t.” He stared fondly down into her eyes then at her lips, longing to move in closer. “No you won’t,” his eyes shot up to hers a smile kindling him, “Because I won’t give you the opportunity to.” His expression grew darker. 

“Time will change that.” “No amount of time will make me change my mind, Kaito” He leant away from her and climbed back over to his tray. “ You know your little plan won’t work. I’ll get out of here.” He laughed, “No you won’t, you’ll be far too wrecked to try and escape. You know that little fantasy you use to promise me?” he asked smirking up at her; Kat’s eyes grew wide, “Ahhh, you do remember. The one where I take you over and over again, day in and day out.” A small glare glazed over her eyes, “You said that would be physically impossible and difficult for your . . . little helper.” “It’s the risk I’m going to have to take if I want to keep you here.” 

She scoffed, “Well its going to take a little more then that to force me to stay.” Another soft chuckle vibrated from him, “I figured that.” He took his tray holding a bowl of soup, a roll, water, a garden salad, and a flower for decoration on his lap. He took the roll delicately with his fingertips and brushed the tip along the inside of the bowl. She watched him with anticipation. As the bread slipped between his lips, she realized how dry hers were; and as she watched him swallow the warm bread, she realized how dry her throat was. Her stomach growled quietly to her.

 “You gave me quite a scare,” he turned smiling to her, licking his lips clean, “You were out for a while.” “How long?” He stared down at his bowl of hot soup, “About three days. You must be starving.” He slipped a silver spoon into his bowl, and slowly taking a sip of its mouth watering contents. Kat stared at him hard. 

“However, until you be a good girl and cooperate I can’t feed you.” Her jaw clutched as she glared at him. With his word said and done, he rose from the bed, tray in hand, and walked toward the door. 

As he reached the door he turned and stared at her, “Oh and by the way if you haven’t figured it out yet, your jutsus are useless. See while you were having your little nap I personally injected you with a poison that numbs your charka points, making jutsus nearly impossible. And I’ll keep coming back to inject you till I see fit. So now do you see? There’s no other way, you will be mine. Get some rest, I’ll be back in a little while for our fantasy.”

I will be back! This isn't the last of me!