Closed with Hell-Fire-Raven
The bark is rough through the fabric of Hikari’s shirt, digging into her skin as she looks up at Itachi.  The pain barely registers in her mind, too focused on the male in front of her.  The thought of what would happen to her if she was discovered flits through her mind briefly, but not long enough for her to be worried.Â
How would it look to the citizens of Konoha.  She was engaged to a prominent and popular shinobi, well respected among her peers, and an asset to her village.  But here the Neko was.  In the forest, several hours from her village, with a wanted criminal.  But none of that mattered to her.  And it clearly didn’t matter to him.
“This is very wrong Itachi...” she whispers, shifting slightly beneath the male, “However... I still want to kiss you.”
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