Capítulo 4: Innocence

(A slight NSFW content in first few paragraphs.)

Clothes were slowly peeled off as he took his time, pleasuring her, preparing her and kissing her.

She moaned and screamed her pleasure, no one had ever done to her body what he was doing.

He was meticulous to the needs of her body, paying full attention to each and every part before he slowly buried himself into her silken folds.

Pain shot through her and she squirmed in discomfort. The contours of her face revealed she wasn't enjoying it. He had indeed found her too tight.

Alarmingly Calix's eyes shot down and he found her innocence coating her inner thighs and him, turning them crimson.

He stiffened, she should have told him.

He should have asked, not assumed that this was not her first time, he cursed himself.

She was going to regret losing her virtue to someone like him. This could turn into a disaster.

"I am sorry, are you in pain?" he quickly asked, a bit panicked and slightly guilty. It was not the first time but they always tell him. If he had known he would have made it more pleasurable. He didn't want to continue.

"A little," she laughed and cried at the same time and he didn't know which sentiment was more bitter for her. She needed to be taken care of.

"I will clean you up, you should have told me. The experience would have been much more enjoyable for you," he disgruntled, fixing his mask and adjusting his dark blue pants.

Skyla sat up straight from the bed and he opened the headband he had been using on her as a blindfold. She blinked several times and let her eyes adjust to the light again.

"I needed the physical to numb the emotional one, that's why I didn't tell you. You did wonderful," she exhaled, letting her bare chest fall in rhythm.

Her eyes held unreadable emotions as she folded her legs and clasped them with her hands. Her chin rested between her bent knees as she observed the man before her. There were distinguished marks on his chest and arms.

He shook his head at her and retreated into the vast bathroom with a gold bathtub. Opening the tap he let the water fill the bath and added some scented bath oils and essential salts in it.

The man with the black mask went back for the girl with red hair and she was almost dozing off, too under the influence now. He extended his arms, picked her up and carried her to the bathroom. She snuggled close to him cradling his neck. Her eyes flickered open and she kept gazing at him with reverence.

His naked feet were agile on the tiled floor, no sound could be heard except the sloshing of the water. Reaching the bathtub he lowered her into the warm water and settled her by the slanting edge.

A warm rush of comfort engulfed Skyla because of the heated water and relaxing oils.

"Umm, this is nice," she mumbled more to herself and closed her eyes again.

The steam swirled from the hot water and filled the bathroom. Calix took off his pants and entered behind her, settling her between his legs.

Taking the luffa he foamed it. Picking up her fiery locks he placed them over her right shoulder and began to slowly wash her back. Skyla turned her head and began to observe him over her shoulder.

She could clearly see the scars on his arms and chest. Most of them seemed like burnt marks as if someone had branded him.

"Are these injuries the result of ninja wars?" she asked, extending her hand and touching the one on his right arm with her index finger.

Under the mask, Calix's face hardened and his jaw went rigid.

"Something like that," he answered blankly though, his voice void of emotions.

"Do they still hurt?" she innocently asked, tracing her finger on all of his scars, one by one. His hand halted and his eyes dulled behind the fake lenses he wore.

"Only internally," said the boy with a bit of derision. Skyla was too drunk to pick up these details. She believed he was indeed a character from her favourite anime. Not knowing the reality was much darker and bleak.

He resumed washing her and she fell silent before casually asking.

"I love your chidory, that cackling sound of raw electricity always excites me." Calix couldn't help but smile a little under his mask. That special power Kakashi possessed was indeed unique. She was innocent, too innocent for this cruel world. She kept tracing her fingers over his body.

"Me too," he thoroughly washed her after that, even her intimate area. Though he was extra gentle, not wanting to cause her any more discomfort or pain.

Her speech was becoming blurry now and the red-headed beauty found it difficult to keep her eyes open.

"Just a few more minutes," he straightened her hair with his lithe fingers, feeling their softness. There was this familiarity about her hair as he gently washed them too.

Calix removed both of them from the bath soon after and wrapped her in a plush towel gown.

She watched him with hooded eyes as he dried her body and her hair. He then dressed her back into her clothes and put her into bed.

"You are so nice, it has been a while since anyone ever bathed me," she chuckled, her cheeks crimsoning and he softly stroked them.

"Sleep now."

Skyla instantly dozed off, tired from the ordeal. He covered her with a blanket.

Calix didn't want her to feel used when she would wake up, he knew the feeling too well. Only throwing on his pants, he laid down beside her with his hands below his head.

Kakashi's role suited him well, the irony of it gave him a melancholic smile. What a tragic life both of them had. At least Kakashi chose his destiny while at the age of 22, he was still stuck here.

'One day, I will leave this world behind and no one will ravage my body anymore,' he bitterly thought to himself and threw a final glance at the girl sleeping beside him, before drifting off to sleep.

"Damnit!" her cursing woke him up and his sleepy eyes collided with hers, he could sense the panic she was trying to hide.

Calix knew this feeling too well because many regretted their actions in the morning when they would get sober. She was going to be no different.