Novel & Cerita Naruto Fanfiction Broken Mask

Fuck it hurts to breathe. "I'm fine, just a few broken ribs this time. You know I can't fight back. The punishment will be worse than the beating so I'll take the latter. Can we just head to my house?" My voice is just barely above a whisper. I feel a hand grab my arm and I panic thinking it's Maximus so I rip my arm away which wasn't the best decision. The second I pulled my arm away a fourth broken rib makes itself known.

I couldn't help but look although my eyes hurt. “Good, you can hear me. Just keep doing gestures like that. Your Jaw is broken so you may not be able to speak with ease, for now.” I nodded slowly, completely fazed by this tender voice. Half of his face was hidden behind a mask, but what was left of it, was beyond handsome. He smiled warmly and held my hand. “You are always now.” He muttered softly. The calmness in my heart at that moment, made me almost believe it.

“You definitely did that on purpose.” The girls laughed. “You got a problem with that, Kimono girl?” Akira gritted her teeth and was about to head over to give them a piece of her mind when Mr. Tachibana appeared. “What happened?” he asked, his face red. Sakura looked up. Mr. Tachibana could only stare at her in disbelief. “Sorry, the mask, it’s broken,” Sakura said apologetically. “It wasn’t her fault,” Akira interrupted.

It was painful, as if all my bones had turned along with the key, my muscles felt like they were pulled and stretched. I felt a sensation on my forehead spreading throughout my face as if something had wrapped my face. I took a last glance at the mirror, I found myself wearing a black mask covering the upper portion of my face. The top edge of the mask resembled tongues of flame forming a crown-like pattern. The white walls began to turn black and the mirror started blurring until such time everything was pitch black.

The alarms went off, and the light above the door started to flash. “Bitch.” A voice came from behind me. It was the first man who stood on both of his legs. As if I didn’t snap one of them. He pulled off his mask. The broken nose that I gave him when I kneed him in the face was healed, and blood no longer flowed freely. I stared at him in shock. I broke his leg...in half. He wouldn’t have been able to stand on it, let alone walk toward me. “What the fuck?”

But my mind went straight back. The stranger. The pain. My baby. I touched my stomach, fingers shaking. "Ivana…" I whispered, my voice breaking. "My baby…" She hugged me tighter, like that would fix anything. “Please. My Queen, please snap out of it. You’re hurting yourself…” It was too late. I already felt broken. I glanced around. Another presence. Nick. He stood silently in the corner, arms crossed, face unreadable. And then it hit me. My mask.

The room was made up of sound proof and that's why it was hard for them to hear me scream. I remained standing at the same spot. Confused. Lost. Holding the black mask in my hand as many thoughts raced in my mind. I looked at the mask, then slowly raised my head to look at the window which was wide open, the glasses shattered. The perfect reflection of how broken I was feeling at the moment. How? I couldn't help but question myself.

She could break—but she would break for me. I rolled to sit against the headboard and pulled her onto my lap, gripping her hips as she sank down onto my cock with a strangled moan. “That’s it,” I growled. “Take me again.” Her hands flattened against my chest, fingers flexing, and then—her eyes flicked to the mask. Her breath caught. “Can I…” she whispered, voice trembling. “Can I take it off now?” I nodded once. She reached up with reverence, fingertips brushing the jawline of the rabbit mask before lifting it slowly—revealing my sweat-damp hair, the intensity in my eyes, and the aching love I didn’t bother to hide.

I hissed, pressing harder, “not because you earned it. Tell me, witch, what do you cling to when your lies crumble? What will you be when I rip this mask off and show them what you really are?” She shoved me away, her veil falling off. For a heartbeat I saw a glimpse of crimson paint around her fingernails...more like ritual work...and I felt bile rise, sour and cold. “Bold words, but you’re no different than I am.” “I am nothing like you!” I snapped, though the words came out smaller than I wanted. “Oh, but you are.” Her tone sharpened, venom in every letter. “Do you know why Ronan broke you so easily? Because you’ve always carried the same flaw as me. We both wear masks. Yours is duty, but

I held his gaze across the broken porcelain. "I'd rather have nothing than be your prisoner." Something moved in his face, a hairline fracture in the mask, there and gone so quickly I might have imagined it. Then he straightened, took out his phone, looked at the screen with the controlled irritation of a man whose evening has been interrupted by something that requires immediate attention.