Forget me Not! Kakashi x Reader

Part 4

Well Part 4 is here earlier than expected. I hope you like, there are some uncomfortable themes in this so for little readers please be warned. I have finally chosen what is going to happen now, so it is full steam ahead. Please let me know what you think in the comments, I really appreciate hearing your likes and dislikes, and it makes me feel special! So if you do read this and like it let me know in the comments ^_^

Part 4

I wasn't really sure what to do with myself after that and to think he just left me. Just the feeling of him close to me sent my body haywire, the heat of his breath on my skin, I felt like would burn up if the fire inside me wasn't put out. Surely he must know what effect he was having on me, I wasn't exactly good at keeping it a secret. Was that teasing just all a front?

I vowed to myself that it shouldn't matter, whatever had been done to me on my mission, I was not going to get Kakashi involved. I had obviously formed an attachment to him, and because of that, I was determined to make sure that he was protected at all costs. It had nothing to do with him, and with my will, it was going to stay that way.

I wondered whether it was best to wait until he was asleep and go back to the ANBU. I would have to face them eventually, and any punishment they deemed fit for what I had supposedly done, I would take, if it meant that I protected him. I couldn't seem to fathom why it was so important to protect him, maybe it was because he was the only one who seemed to care that I was alive. Either which way he had his own reasons, and I was just another ninja, a statistic to everyone else.

I decided that I would get some rest before leaving, I was in no fit state to walk anywhere at that moment in time, so I snuggled myself under the covers. I felt safe, wrapped up like in a cocoon, smelling Kakashi all around and that helped me to quickly drift off to sleep.

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I screamed, I felt like my body was on fire, pain sliced into my skin, I felt flesh rip and my mind being relentlessly assaulted by horrific images. My home was on fire, all my family and friends laid around me completely lifeless. I could feel the flames making my skin blister, everything was red, the body of the fire skipping and roaring like a demon dancing on a sea of blood.

I fell to my knees and cried like nothing could ever stop me, I could barely see for all my tears when I saw my baby brother laying on the floor still clutching his teddy. He was completely covered in blood. I rushed clumsily over to him, hoping that there was some way of being able to save him, I rolled him over but there was no sign of any life in him. I clutched him to me, he was freezing cold to the touch and I came to the realisation he had been dead for a while. I brushed his blood caked hair out of his face and closed his eyes. I cried into him, howling his name as if someone might come to save us.

It was dark, I wasn't in the same place anymore, and I could feel that I was tied up. The room was cold, the room felt damp, and smelt dank. I shivered, I was cold and felt like my body had been ripped to shreds. I heard voices, sinister, and full of evil intent, but I couldn't make out what they were saying, all I could hear was white noise, it was so loud that I felt like I was going to pass out. I watched as the faceless group sauntered towards me, I cried out in hope they would leave me alone, unfortunately, it only seemed to make it worse.

Before I could even try to struggle free from my binds, hands were all over me, pulling, ripping, cutting. I knew I was naked, and screamed again but it was no use, the abuse continued. Hands touched me in ways that I had never let anyone touch me before. They were rough and had no care that it was causing me pain. The hands were getting more and more aggressive and venturing different places, with no regard for me. I struggled and was hit from multiple sides, I screamed and I did not stop, I vowed I would die of screaming and not from what they were doing.