Apples
By Ebony
Warnings: Some mild non-descript sexuality
I have no rights to Naruto
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The haze of sun
Drifts thickly through
the
Canopy of leaves above
him.
The tree he was told not to touch.
Forbidden.
With yearning eyes,
He looks up into
It's tangle of thick,
bistre branches.
(don't touch it)
His skin is naked
porcelain,
And he is beginning to
be
Dissatisfied with it;
Dissatisfied with
everything he is.
Weak.
As they glint in the
sun,
Nigrescent scales catch
his eye,
Sleek and smooth
against the branch.
(don't take it)
The Snake gazes down at
him,
Flicking its long, damp
tongue out a little
To smile.
It knows what he wants.
Its long black body is
coiled around
A glossy apple,
Red as freshly spilled
blood.
(don't taste it)
And the boy's hand
reaches up for it,
Though he retracts, and
hesitates,
For he has been told
not to touch,
Not to take,
Not to taste it.
The Snake slithers down
along the branch,
Fascinated by the boy;
Tempting him,
Taunting him,
Tantalizing…
He can smell the fruit,
Can almost taste it in
his salivating mouth,
On the end of his
lusting tongue,
Hidden by virgin lips.
He wants it;
The knowledge, the
power,
To become stronger and
escape
The weak self he's
begun to fear.
(please, don't touch it!)
Child, the snake
tells him,
Take it.
His eyes stare at it,
What he hungers for,
And he hears the
sonorous voices in his head,
Voices that make him
weak
(or so he's told
himself)
With trembling hands,
(don't touch it!)
He plucks the apple from within the Snake's grasp.
(don't take it!)
Bringing it down to his chaste lips,
(don't taste it!)
He sinks his teeth into
its pale flesh,
The juices spurting
into his mouth,
Sweet and sticky as
they trickle down his throat.
Hungrily, he takes another bite, and
(please, don't!)
Swallows.
The snake laughs,
Flicking its tongue out
against
The boy's joyously
soiled lips,
Flavored with the apple
He so willingly
devoured.
In his head, the voices
fade,
Just memories and
childish laughter,
And he is burdened with
the knowledge
Of his weak self;
Of his pitiable self;
Of his now tainted
self.
He can feel it running
through his veins,
Underneath his skin,
smothering his heart;
The strangely wonderful
blackness,
That is giving him all
of this.
The voices inside him are still screaming,
(please don't!)
As the Snake is having
its way with him,
Jet black scales cold,
caressing his unveiled
flesh.
Pulsating,
Wet repulsiveness
inside of him,
He feels sick, filthy,
But he can't pull
away.
He likes the taste of sin too much.
(please…)
He takes another apple,
And smiles at the
Snake.
End
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End notes: An idea I came across while sick. I personally am not Christian, but I found it interesting, how Sasuke took power from Orochimaru, sort of like Eve taking the apple from the Snake. Sort of.