Within Azula's crushing grip, the displaced ninja struggled to free himself from the constricting fingers. Little by little, his fighting weakened, as his lungs struggled to draw in breath. As Naruto fought his captor, the princess condescendingly pet the top of his head with her finger, ruffling his hair just to irk him all the more.
"Come now," Azula mocked playfully, "the sooner you stop fighting it, the easier it will be for you. Just resign yourself to being mine forever, and I'll make sure you are well looked after."
Naturally, Naruto took offense to the very suggestion, and struggled all the more. It didn't take long for Azula to get tired of his little resistance, and just put him in his place.
"Since you refuse to listen to reason, I guess that I'll have to teach you the hard way."
Tightening her grip even more, the Fire Nation princess drove all the air from tiny ninja's lungs, and prevented him from taking another breath until he finally passed out. Releasing her grip, she let the miniscule frame of her new slave rest in the palm of her hand, unconscious, but once again breathing.
'Mmm...how best to get you accustomed to your new role in life...'
****
Naruto came to, only to see the large, molten gold eyes of the firebending girl who had him at her mercy. The evil smile on her lips sent shivers down his spine.
"Well, my new toy, I suppose I should drive it into that thick skull of your's that you belong to me for good. and I feel that what better way to do this than to mark you forever as mine."
A flash of blue fire incinerated Naruto's shirt, but left the rest of him unscathed, but the sheer amount of heat causing the young shinobi to pass out. A sinister look in her eyes, Azula flipped him over, and proceeded to mark him as her's forever.
Placing down her paint brush, Azula traced her finger along the new addition to Naruto's back, admiring her handiwork, now permanently marked onto the small shinobi. Emblazoned onto the blond ninja's flesh was the flame symbol of the Fire Nation. Thanks to the ink she used, no matter how much he tried to wash it off, he would never be rid of her symbol.
"There," she said, a twisted joy present in her voice, "now everyone can tell that you are mine."
"I can't wait for you to wake up, because I have so much planned for you."
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