Singularity Victim...
Satsuki had not lied—she truly hated someone again, someone she had to kill, a clansman who shared the same blood as her.
The culprit who had controlled Kurama and destroyed Naruto's entire childhood.
She knew this hatred might be obsessive, even somewhat twisted. But she also understood—if Naruto ever wanted to kill her one day, she probably would not even think of resisting.
Her feelings had never been normal. Extreme, intense, like a poison-tempered blade that cut herself on one side while pointing at everyone who had hurt him on the other.
She truly was a little angry with Naruto, but the source of that anger had always revolved around one thing—him willingly taking the blade Itachi had driven into him for the sake of the Sharingan.
Whenever she recalled the sight of the blade sinking into his body, Satsuki's heart hurt so badly she could barely breathe. She would rather that blade had pierced her instead.
Naruto looked into Satsuki's tearful eyes. Moisture clouded them, yet the love churning in their depths burned hot enough to scorch him.
She still loved him. Just as she had before.
That realization made Naruto breathe a sigh of relief, yet it also filled him with shame. "Satsuki... I..." Naruto's voice was dry, carrying a cautious plea. "Any compensation is fine... as long as you can..."
"I want you."
Naruto's ears grew warm. "...I already am."
"Not enough." She stepped forward, nearly pressing herself into his arms. Tilting up her face to look at him, possessiveness churned in her black eyes. "Other than you... I don't want anything."
Her love was so clingingly obsessive it was almost sick—she wanted to melt into his flesh and blood, become the breath between each of his inhalations, make his eyes reflect only her shadow,