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  • Genma's

    By : TsukiRed
    Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male
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    Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
  • Chapter List
    • 1-Second Chance at Life
    • 2-deals
    • 3-grievance
    • 4-four
    • 5-five
    • 6-six
    • 7-seven
    • 8-Chapter 8: UPDATED chapters start here
    • 9-Chapter 9: This and That
    • 10-Chapter 10: Konoha’s Shinobi, School’s Begun
    • 11-Chapter 11: I Don't Trust You
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  • Chapter 11:
    I Don’t Trust you
    Disclaimer: Chapter 1
    Warnings: This chapter contains a graphic past rape flashback between two minors, not condoned in any way shape or form or for any reason. Also a squicky genjutsu as I get to minder evil team makes to be have, death non-sexual blood play and dismemberment, cruel and unnatural themes.

    chibi re-reads the disclaimer and warnings before hiding in a tree, *too scary*
    //italics// is whispery eerie thoughts, read for better understanding if people don’t understand at the end of the chapter I’ll put a comment at the bottom, it seems self explanatory (at the end, not before) more or less you’re supposed to pick up the clues as you go a long.
    //regular text// feedback loop
    ~~
    “I’m sure that you’ve all heard the gossip,” Tsunade said sarcastically, looking at the clan elders and village elders who were crowding around her, demanding that she confirm their information NOW! “SHUT UP AND SIT DOWN!” Tsunade reduced the table to splinters. That was much more effective. Tsunade noted as everyone sat in their traditional seats and waited for her to open the meeting.
    “Since it seems impossible for people to speak in a patient orderly way, Shizune will call your name and then you can speak if you have a comment to make in response to some one else comment, directly, not a question of you own, raise your hand and Shizune will indicate that you can speak. If you cannot follow these rules, you can leave, someone else can fill you in later.” Tsunade felt like she was talking to children, which they were certainly acting like children and not the middle aged and above leaders of clans.
    “Hyuuga Hiashi, you may begin,” Shizune selected.
    “Is it true that you’ve offered a rogue Shinobi sanctuary?” That’s what Tsunade like about the Hyuuga clan they cut straight to the point.
    “No. It’s not Seiryoku Yuki was a slave and not a ninja, Aizawa, please share the information that you gathered.”
    “While the clan were in the history of cloud country Shinobi this traditions stopped about 15 years ago. At which time the current Raikage managed to lure the Seiryoku Shinobi into a trap and after killing two thirds of them managed to come up with a way to control them, this was apparently what was behind their attempt to have your body turned over to them Hyuuga-sama. Godaime-sama warned me to be on the look out for people dressed as the Hokage described. When I asked on of my guides if they were Shinobi they were dismissed as being low rank body servants, which was supported the treatment that I saw them give. I saw six beaten, one into unconscious, all for bad reasons, and they were dressed poorly, I’m fairly sure that an other few were sexually assaulted when they were removed from my sight, I was unable to intervene in anyway without giving away my interest in them.”
    “Thank you Aizawa. Next question.”
    “Even if he is technically not a missing nin, isn’t he freakishly strong?”
    “Mozuku, answer.”
    “I’ve never seen someone accumulate power as rapidly as he has, he has a large repertoire of skills that is rapidly growing, he is also highly intelligent, also large unmet potential.”
    “Thank you, Mozuku.”
    “Is he a potential threat to our village? What is the likelihood of his turning against us?”
    “Genma and Raido, please answer.”
    “He has the potential of being a threat to the village, in the sense that he is quite strong. Most of his energies seem to be focused on getting strong enough to free his relative, it’s not enough to be free himself, he seems not to know very many of the personally, making this seem more of a personality trait than a relative situation, if it were friends of his or comrades he’d do that same thing. My recommendation is to make him as welcome as possible in the village, he represents a great potential allie,” Genma surmised briefly.
    “In a conversation with him we discussed many potential out comes, what it came down to was those who helped would be valued allies.” Raido paused, “And those who tried to prevent him from saving his relatives would not survive long. I would say that he is stronger than me individually speaking, but I’m confident that an ANBU team could bring him down. I’ve discussed with Iruka his weaknesses.”
    “Thank you, Genma, Raido, you may return to your new teams, please pick Yuki up from my office this evening.”
    Raido and Genma bowed to the Hokage and the elders, and backed out the room. They could hear the room break into panicked questions and accusations. Before the Hokage called them to order.
    “What is the potential gain of helping someone who will abandon us to his own clan?”
    “Ah I’ll answer this question myself. As the Inuzuki clan representative has testified to his healing ability, there is also another thing that has come up. Seiryoku Yuki has contacted me to see about the possibility of his clan joining our hidden village. He’s given me the understanding that there are about 200 surviving members, all the non-ninja lines have died under the treatment of Cloud country, about 2/3rds of them are under the age of 15. His strength is a result of something that happened in his childhood, and that most of the clan members won’t be as strong. He further commented that many of them would be happy to stay out of fighting altogether if possible and seek healing and craftwork.
    “They possess a bloodline jutsu making them very powerful, but their main concern is to be left alone.”
    “Next question?”
    “Why should we trust his word?”
    “Good question. Aburame answer.”
    “We—
    “don’t
    “like
    “you.
    “Honestly I don’t care.” Yuki told the identical twins, on the surface that is their chakra systems looked different and that was enough to tell them apart.
    “Really don’t like you at all.”
    “Kaji, Kaiya! If you want to participate in the Chuunin exam this time it doesn’t matter if you like him or not. Without a third member you’re automatically disqualified.”
    “Yes, sensei.” The twins apparently were big on coordinating, everything from their sentences to their hairstyles.
    Yuki estimated them to be about a little older than Haru, arrogant and vindictive. They’d tried to skewer him when he walked into the clearing, his clones were restraining their still struggling forms. Dark, silky hair pulled back into a ponytail and spiky bangs, held back by a slanted forehead protector, they had big ‘guileless’ pink eyes, even when they were trying to kill him, if they could make their expression look so innocent while trying to kill him it said something for their potential acting skills.
    “Tomo-sensei? I’m Yuki, I’ll be taking Ishida-san’s place on your team, please take care of me,” Yuki bowed, but still didn’t have his clones release the two mischief makes.
    “Please,” Tomo waived at the shadow clones. “What is your preferred attack range?”
    “I can fight all ranges, but when I get into close combat my attacks get deadlier, it’s harder to keep people alive then to kill them. Unless, I decided to drain them.” Yuki said with an unspoken ‘of course’.
    “I see, would you mind having a go with these two? Although I’ve read your profile it’s easier to assess against someone whose skills I’m aware of.” Tomo adjusted his glasses and leaned against his tree.
    Yuki reached back and removed the chain from his fan so that he could use it separately, he’d discovered that it was possible when he was cleaning it. “Of course, as sensei likes.”
    Yuki split into two, he used the fan and the shadow clone the sword. He’d been experimenting with Haru.
    Oh goodie I get my own body. The clone Henge’d to be about 6 years old, looking helpless in the oversized Shinobi clothing, clutching the sword that was as tall as he was, “Please don’t hurt me?!”
    Don’t go overboard. Yuki reminded him wryly.
    Of course not I’m merely going to give them what they disserve.
    That’s what I mean by overboard, we actually have to work with them for the next four weeks until the first 2/3rds of the contest is over.

    Yuki used his fan to repel the weapons attack, sending both the weapons and the twin flying into the tree. “Is that all you got? No wonder you didn’t want a new team-mate. A new genin would be better than you,” Yuki taunted him trying to see what he could get the boy to do, if he could make him go completely crazy with rage.
    “You arrogant little piece of shit. Kaji I’m going in!” Yuki waited a moment, synchronized with Haru, to see that the twins thought that they could do together.
    Nothing special apparently. Haru muttered as he saw through the genjutsu completely. Yuki snorted but didn’t comment.
    *smash*
    Yuki’d brought his closed fan to slam into Kaiya’s ribs sending him smashing into the tree next to Tomo-sensei.
    Haru chose that moment to slam his hilt into Kaji’s sternum cracking his ribs dangerously.
    Thanks, I have to heal that now.
    Pft. As if you didn’t crack the other twin’s ribs in a hit like that.
    True.

    “Anything else sensei before I see to their wounds?”
    “Shit, this is going to take forever to heal so much for getting into the Chuunin exam,” Kaji said laughing in pain, before he coughed blood.
    “Unfortuately for you, we’re going to the exam even if I have to make clones to strap you onto the back of and carry you all the away to the end.”
    Yuki and Haru (clone body) knelt next to their respective victims and healed the ribs. “Good as new sensei.” Yuki reported standing up.
    “Ri—right!” It was one thing to hear about it, it was quite something else to see the casual violence, knowing that anything short of killing your opponent could be fixed. “That’s enough of an assessment, Yuki I doubt that I can show you anything new, but you’ll be able to complete the missions in time to join the exam, the first one is weeding the Kaitani farmstead. Kaji, Kaiya come along once you feel recovered spar lightly and work on you taijutsu, you should have been able to twist out of the way of that fan, Kaiya. You need to be less arrogant, and spend more time concentrating on now to read body language. Everyone follow me.” Why did I have to get the mystery card? I maybe ANBU, but he’s every bit as vicious in his attacks as the twins, unfortunately the twins aren’t a problem to handle, I know all their weaknesses, because they are usually too arrogant to fix their flaws, but this character didn’t show any openings. If he had flaws they invisible in the brief combat situation.
    “Oyama-obaa-sama, would you mind showing me which ones the weeds are? I admit that I’ve never done any gardening. If you could just point them out,” Yuki treated the older woman with exquisite politeness. “Ah I think I understand if you wouldn’t mind supervising.”
    “Ah thank you! It’s pretty fun!” Yuki helped the old woman back to the house before returning to the field he divided into five and began speedily grabbing the weeds, smacking the dirt off the roots and putting them in the baskets, speedily working his way from one end of the field to the other. Singing about farmers who fished and Shinobi who drank when they should be working, cheerfully singing a five-part harmony, Yuki quickly finished the work.
    “Obaa-sama, is there anything else that you want done? I’m done with the fields.”
    “How do you like your team-mates?” Tsunade asked.
    “They could do with improving, but I have a plan for that,” Yuki gave her a sly childish smile. “How did the conference go?”
    “What conference? I…”Tsunade gave him a look, “One of these days I’m going to figure out how you do this.”
    “At least I didn’t get it from Raido and Genma-sempai,” Yuki said sweetly.
    “Bleh, you’re no sweet kid, so don’t use that tone, please,” Tsunade sighed and rubbed her forehead. “That is to say your status here is super ‘hush-hush’ at least until after the Chuunin exam, and while there is no consensus, yet. The village elders are thinking in the right direction, toward including your clan into our village. Some of that is dependent on how the extraction of your clan from the lightning hidden village goes, while we’re allies, they’ve served up some dirty tricks. At the same time if there is too much violence and destruction then it becomes a problem for inter-village/country relations. I hope you can see our concerns.”
    “Mmm. I can I’ll see what I can do, I can’t promise that there won’t be revenge that’s truthfully impossible. Knowing that all of my relatives have been tortured, sexually, physically and mentally is not something that makes me or any of us mild mannered, the only reason that the resulting slaughter is going to be lessened by is that fact that they are too weak so they’ll count on me to do it for them. I’ve a mind to just make the village disappear off the face of the countryside.” Yuki was brutally honest on the topic. “I have no intention of killing children, but even exempting the children a large number of people had a hand in coming up with the idea, gathering up the resources, tricking my relatives, doing the jutsu to bind us, and then the day to day violence that was inflicted upon us,” Yuki shook his head making the braids fly. “It’s going to be big. I can say that now.”
    “I was afraid of that. Let’s discuss the Chuunin exam. You’re going to enter it with team Tomo right? You’ll have to have a different name. It’d be stupid to hide your existence from cloud country and then have a Seiryoku participating in the exam as a member of a Konoha Genin team with the name Yukimoto Kei? Hiding in plain sight, you could say. How alike do your clan members look?”
    “Almost everyone has the same eyes and dark hair colour and facial features, with minor variations.”
    “I was afraid of that. How is your Henge no Jutsu? Could you change a few things and hold that jutsu over the course of your interactions with other teams? I know that that would be a long time, but…”
    “I’ll do what has to be done. Being recognized during the Chuunin exam would explode the situation when I try to free my relatives after that. I would be expected. It would be a fiasco,” Yuki said flatly.
    “I’m glad that you see it that way. My elders and Shinobi are aware that any leaking of the privileged information concerning you will be seen as an act of treason so make sure that you do what you can to keep the information to yourself.”
    “Have you considered doing something about damaged mass of tissues, there? Sorry, it’s off topic but it’s been bothering me since the other day,” Yuki said unapologetically.
    “What? Ah, that there is nothing that I can do, it’s a side effect of one of my jutsu,” Tsunade forced herself to stop rubbing her forehead and smile.
    “Mmm,” Yuki replied slipping out of his chair to stand next to her.
    “Tsudane-hime! Yuki-san!” Shizune moved to interfere, but wasn’t quick enough.
    “Ah—”Tsunade tried to form words as the “creation rebirth jutsu” seals appeared. Yuki stroked his hands down over her forehead and face, then in the other direction, from her forehead over her neck and spine, pushing and adjusting as his hands trailed lower until they rested at the base of her spine, Tsunade squeaked when Yuki pressed sharply and twisted his hands in opposite directions.
    Tsunade let her body go in a limp puddle on her desk. Shizune checked herself mid-reprimand. When she didn’t see any thing but a healing aura around Yuki’s hands. “Ah, that felt nice. I feel much younger.” Tsunade sat up looking a little bit younger and less stressed, “Yuki will you marry me?”
    Shizune face-vaulted.
    “I’m afraid that you’re love of sake would be our undoing,” Yuki said in the same tone, not quite playful.
    “Only for you would I contemplate giving it up,” Tsunade teased. “Okay either way I don’t care what the elders say I’m keeping you if only so that you can be my own personal physician.”
    “I guess it’s my lucky day then, if Godaime-sama is on my side,” Yuki presses his hands over her kidneys then her liver. “But you should really consider lessening your intake.” Yuki leaned in a whispered conspiratorially in her ear, “If you do I might even make you really look like the age you show.” Yuki blew in her ear and sat back.
    “Please, please marry me!” Tsunade said.
    Shizune laughed, “I think that if you married him Jiraiya-sama would definitely try to kill him.”
    “I suppose that I’ll have to be satisfied with friendship then,” Tsunade said as she rubbed her forehead with for once didn’t hurt, and contemplated a future with less drinking, “So less drinking then, hm? I think I believe you when you say that you’ll be able to handle the twins just fine.”
    “I think that you might just be worth all the trouble you’re going to make for me,” Tsunade concluded. “I hear that you can do Kage Bunshin, explain your doujutsu for me, as a matter of record, it won’t spread beyond this office. Ah wait. Let me put up a barrier.”
    “Hmm, to my understanding my ancestors who were interested in medicine did some manipulating of their offspring. They wanted to see the energy right down to the very last bacteria, I must say that was a mistake, seeing the energy from everything makes one feel remarkably unclean at times. I learned to do the Kage Bunshin from seeing the way the chakra is gathered in the body. Since the ninjutsu are more than just hand symbols in the right order, it’s also about the chakra moving in the corresponding shape. If I watch the way someone’s chakra changes then I know that they did. It’s a matter of deduction from the clues available. That is a side effect from the primary function seeing and treating bodily disorders. Most of my ancestors didn’t have much chakra capacity so they had to make sure that they didn’t waste any. Shishou-sama says I’m a freak. It’s because I didn’t die when they were killing me.”
    “When where they ‘killing you’?” Tsunade asked, not sure if she wanted to know.
    “Oh years ago, they thought I was too disobedient so to noble who I was given to beat me then drown me over and over again until they almost couldn’t revive me,” Yuki smiled and told the store with a false face.
    “Ah, I can see where that would make you want revenge, how did you survive,” Tsunade asked in spite of herself.
    “When they stuck me in the dungeon—“
    “Dungeon!” Tsunade exclaimed.
    “Yes, a child who was trying to escape from having the surgery done hid down there,” Yuki touched his neck to make clear what surgery. “Seeing me dying before his eyes, he tried to save me, unfortunately he gave me *all* of his chakra,” Yuki finished quietly.
    You make it sound like I died.
    You did die, at least your body did.
    But I’m still alive.
    Only because you’re too contrary to die.

    “Oh Yuki I’m sorry,” Tsunade said softly.
    “It’s okay I’ve keep him alive in my head, when things would become horrible I would pretend that I had two personalities and that I had to be strong for him, the weaker younger family member,” Yuki said semi-truthfully.
    “I see, well it has made you strong in truth. I’m sure he would be proud of you.”
    I’m so proud of you Yuki-aniki!
    Shut up or I’m going to turn you into paper.
    I’m so afraid that requires my participation ;P

    Yuki could feel Haru making faces in the back of his head.
    Shizune tells them that Genma and Raido are here, Tsunade tells Yuki that she’s seriously thinking about cutting back so he better not have been lying. Yuki smiles and says that she’ll just have to find out for herself.
    “So how were your teams, Sempai?” Yuki asks before they get a chance to ask him any questions.
    “I got the feeling that I would be teaching for the next year or more, I hope that I can get them to be chuunin by the next exam, then they’ll have their own squads,” Raido said despairingly.
    *clat, clat, clat*
    “Yuki-san!” Shizune’s voice brings the party to a stand still. “Hokage-sama wanted me to give you this,” she said holding out a scrap of cloth and metal.
    Yuki recognized it as a forehead protector, turning it over in his hands he thanked her.
    “Looks like you’re officially one of us, Seiryoku Yuki,” Genma said taking it from Yuki he tied it ‘Genma-style’ around his head.
    “Er that works for you Genma but it doesn’t go with the braids,” Raido interjected and pulled it off, holding it this way and that, then looped it around Yuki’s throat in the end and knotted it.
    “So how was your team Genma-sempai?” Genma groaned and said that he’d undoubtedly be a Genin instructor, at that time tomorrow, but promised that if they were irritating enough he’d hurry them along to their demise.
    “How were your new team-mates?”
    “I have a plan for making them come to heel,” Yuki said and he left it like that no matter what Genma or Raido said, he just said that the plan wasn’t finished and he’d tell them about it tomorrow. Raido and Genma both came up with impossible suggestions that would have Yuki murdering them both and taking their place in the exam with his shadow clones, to which Yuki commented ‘close enough’, which had the two Jounin demanding that Yuki do nothing of the sort. Yuki just laughed and laughed.
    Yuki dried the last of the dishes and after popping a few more soldier food pills laid down on the couch for and after dinner nap.
    Genma got out his weapons’ cleaning materials and disinfected and polished his senbon, setting some aside to be dipped in poison at the end, those were kept far from the supply that he held in his mouth.
    Raido went to his room to begin planning for his students. He hated teaching, that didn’t make him bad at it however. Raido plotted carefully how to make his students suffer, Genma could hear his sometimes amused sometimes evil laugh from the kitchen table. Genma methodically polished each senbon and put them in their casings, others he polished and threaded through his vest and other places for easy reach.
    Genma pulled on gloves and mixed the poisonous powder with water and an adhesive that dried hard. Genma fanned them on the plastic sheeting that he’d laid out to prevent contamination, they took about two hours to dry, so he always did them at once, no chance of running out from lack of time.
    Genma snapped off the gloves and put them in the toxic trashcan. Genma washed his hands and put all the non-poisonous supplies in his room. Genma flipped the light on and dropped the cases of senbon on his desk. Raido thinks that I’m this messy on accident, as if. It takes lots of effort to hide things in plain sight. But that can wait til later. Genma dropped his forehead protector on his nightstand and scrubbed his hands through his hair.
    “No—no Seiji-sama, no, no, nooooo,” Genma wondered who had let the kid into the apartment when he realized what was happening, and went flying across the apartment. Yuki was thrashing back and forth on the couch, and in the next moment fell off the couch, only that wasn’t enough to wake him. Yuki huddled against the couch-leg. “No, it hurts, stop it Seiji-sama, please,” Yuki’s voice sounded years younger.
    Genma realized with a heavy heart that the scene playing out in Yuki’s head had probably taken place years earlier, he was unmistakably a well made boy, with luscious lips and delicate feature, even half starved he was a delicious treat. Genma feeling sick that he’d lusted after the boy reached out and shook his shoulder.
    Yuki’s fist caught him unaware. Genma slammed into the plaster wall, cracking it.
    “What was that?” Raido demanded sticking his head out.
    “Nightmare,” Genma said grimly. It was a bad idea to wake a sleeping ninja, especially if said ninja was having a nightmare, it often lead to broken bones and wounds. Ninety percent of the time the ninja couldn’t be woken up, it could be worse than being trapped in a genjutsu.
    Graphic Flashback—feel free to skip it it’s mostly here to make Genma more insecure in his dealings with Yuki, and of course to make Yuki suffer since he’s my precious character
    Yuki huddled against the side of the room trying to hide, maybe if he was quiet enough Seiji-sama would forget about him. Yuki tried to crawl under the heavy piece of furniture that was blocking his way. He’d never wished that he had less to eat before now, but if it would have meant that he could fit he’d have gladly starved. Damn my big head.
    “There you are!” Yuki pulled weakly as a well manicured hand pulled him from behind the settee.
    “No Seiji-sama no!”
    “You know that I don’t like hearing the word ‘no’ gaki, it makes me angry. You don’t want me to be angry do you? Then come here.” The teenager pulled the smaller boy by his arm, almost yanking him off his feet. He pulled at the younger boy’s new black garments, they had his personal seal on them, Yuki belonged to him body and soul.
    “It hurts, Seiji-sama, you’re holding my arm too tight.”
    “That’s because you ran away, if you had been good then I wouldn’t have had to look for you. It’s your fault that I ran into my father and he punished me for looking dishevelled in public. His courtiers laughed at me! At me! I’m going to the be Daimyo in the future.”
    Seiji tossed back his hair and pouted at his captive. He tossed the top and pants onto a chair and smacked the boy when he tried to cover himself up, “Don’t do that!”
    “Stop Seiji-sama I don’t want to do that! It hurts!” the boy whimpered out and fell into crumpled heap when Seiji let him go.
    “And how do you know it hurts?” The Daimyo’s son asked dangerously. “Has someone else touched you? Everyone knows that you belong to me, you’re my slave boy! How dare you let them.” Seiji stopped undressing briefly and shook the boy so that his head snapped about frighteningly on his neck.
    “N—no, no one’s touched me! Someon—“
    “Peh, you can’t believe what anyone says. Not any one but me that is.”
    Yuki wanted to retort that he’d seen it happen. He’d seen Seiji do it to the serving boys and girls who served him. He knew that would only make it worse.
    Yuki was tossed roughly onto the silk bedspread, he climbed towards to pillows intending to hide in them when felt a cold, long fingered hand grasp his ankle and pull. Yuki wanted to claw at the fabric anything thing to stop the slow relentless pull. Yuki stayed still when the fingers let go. Yuki buried his face in his arm.
    Yuki! Are you okay? What is Seiji—
    Not now!
    Yuki relentlessly shut Haru up tightly into to a corner of his mind, he didn’t want the boy tainted by this not ever, he’d apologise to him later.
    Yuki heard the swish as the silk robe slid off of Seiji-sama’s shoulders he didn’t need to look, he already knew what was underneath. As his body servant, Yuki’d washed, bathed, dressed and on the rare occasion bandaged that body for years, styled his hair, moisturized his skin. *That part* would be red and scary now, sticking out from his body.
    Yuki let his body go limp as he felt the bed sink under Seiji-sama’s slight weight. “Please, please.” Yuki asked over and over.
    “Oh yes I’ll do as I please indeed,” Seiji chuckled throatily, Seiji ran his fingernails down Yuki’s back like a cat used a scratching post, causing the skin to split open and pearls of blood to appear. Seiji leaned down and lapped it up. Seiji ran his hands over the delicious form that taunted him everyday, he’d been so happy that morning when he’d found the black suit of clothing sitting at the foot of his armoire.
    Seiji lounged on his side and looked at the boy, he was just waiting to be taken. He ran his hand from the back of his neck over the curve of his butt and further down, avoiding that area and instead sliding it over his thigh. Seiji squeezed the muscles in the leg, soon it and its mate would be wrapped around his waist as the lean lithe body welcomed his aristocratic attentions, after all it wasn’t every day that lowly servant boys were so privileged.
    Seiji decided that enough was enough, he’d let Yuki have his way long enough, he reached indolently behind him picking-up the jar from it’s accustom spot. He set it on the table that Yuki’s back made and unscrewed the lid. He dipped his fingers into the cool liquid disdainfully, he preferred it when it was somewhat warmer, but he couldn’t have everything he supposed.
    Seiji let it drip down between Yuki’s cute little bum cheeks, he twitched and jerked with each *splotch* of the jelly. Seiji was impatient with the display and so sat up and rearranged the body. He forced the legs to cross and folded adjusting the silent unresisting body as if it was his own marionette. “There what a pretty picture you are, with my help. You should be proud, you look so cute, displaying your goods for your lord’s sampling, what a fine feast I shall have to night.” His comment drew a whimper, but Seiji ignored it undoubtedly it was of delight to be of service for his amusement.
    Seiji had crossed Yuki’s legs at the ankle so that the heel was directly under each cheek, genitals hanging down on display. His cheeks spread wide, showing a pink portal for his rapacious delight. He forced Yuki’s forehead down touching the sheets and his chin up into his neck, the palms were up on the sheet like a supplicant asking for a blessing. Seiji poked one still greasy finger against his portal of pleasure.
    “You’re so nice and tight, Yuki-chan, I know that you’ve longed for this as much as I have, I’ll take much pleasure in your deflowering.” Seiji looked down at his spread offering and chuckled, “You’re silent now but you’ll beg and moan soon enough, little one.”
    Yuki was afraid that those words were all too true, only he didn’t anticipate them as being the moans of pleasure that Seiji-sama implied. His backside had been invaded by a too dry, too big object that pulled at his soft tissues making him bite his lip. He was glad that he didn’t have to look him in the face, even if it meant holding this ridiculous pose.
    Seiji pulled his finger out and dipped all his fingers into the liquid. He pressed against the portal with one, forced it all the way into last joint, and wiggled it around. Then without pausing he pulled it out and pushed in another one. He twisted them about as if he was reaching for more lotion. He pulled them out and jabbed them back in earning a squeaking noise, with his other hand, he coated his erection with lubricant. Rocking his hips over the upturned backside he pulled his fingers out and set his hand down on a towel he’d set there trying to wipe the sustenance off. Gripping the towel he pushed himself against the tight portal of pleasure, “What you don’t want me to enter?” Seiji joked as he pushed against the too tight entrance that was clenched tight. “Then I’ll just have to do this a different way.”
    Yuki whimpered as two then three fingers pushed in roughly and spread apart, he could feel the air brushing against his insides and shuddered. Then he squealed as the fingers opened wider forced apart by the noble’s erection. “Much better I told you that I’d just have to do it differently.”
    Yuki focused on breathing, it hurt, “Stop Seiji-sama, please, it hurts.” Yuki forced the words past his dry throat.
    “What do you mean it hurts? It feels great, like a tight hot glove, just a tad too tight but in a good way.” The young aristocrat withdrew his fingers and surged in a few inches. Both hands gripping Yuki’s hips he forced Yuki’s back into painful arch and thrust deep. His balls slapping against Yuki’s as he pushed himself in and out.
    Yuki gave up the pose and pressed his arms to his face as Seiji-sama hammered in and out of his backside, sending shards of agony down his nerve endings and every now and again, a few sparks of something that didn’t hurt. Yuki bit down on his arm until it bled, he wouldn’t cry, no matter what he wouldn’t cry. Sometime later he could hear Seiji’s pants come faster and feel him hammer even harder into his ass, his ball stung from the constant slapping made by Seiji’s after a moment Seiji’s movements slowed and he felt his insides flooded with a stinging warmth, Seiji-sama moaned extra loud in his ear and went still.
    I made it, it’s over, it’s over it’soveritsoveritsover. Yuki hurt all over, That’s not so bad, Seiji-sama usually doesn’t bother servants twice, now that he’s finished, it’s almost like I’m protected, no one but Seiji-sama can touch me unless he gets the Daimyo’s permission to trade me. Yuki tried to reassure himself, but for some reason he couldn’t see a bright side.
    “So warm and welcoming, if a bit inhospitably at first, I’ll have to do this often,” Seiji-sama said panting into Yuki’s nape.
    Seiji-sama moved rolling his hips around, sending sharp pains racing along his spine. With these words, Yuki felt like he was trapped in a nightmare.
    “I’m already recovering, I bet I can go all night,” Seiji squirmed and wiggled waking his erection up, “I feel like a kid getting it up for the first time. I’m so glad you belong to me Yuki-chan.” Seiji began to hump him trying to get his erection all the way stiff. “Now that you’re of age I’m going to do this everyday, ten times a day if I can!” Seiji began pumping more enthusiastically.
    This is hell, whatever I thought before this has to be hell.
    Yuki jerked awake and looked around wildly. His whole body hurt but he couldn’t find a source of injury. His heart was beating much too fast.
    “Yuki, shhh, it’s okay. Yuki, no one is going to hurt you. Shhh.” A calm voice repeated this soothing melody over and over again. Yuki had never heard such a soothing sound, not directed at him, not out side of his head anyway. Yuki couldn’t stop himself he threw himself at the voice, hoping against hope that it was real and that it wouldn’t hurt him. He impacted the speaker with a muffled thud, gripping the soft, slightly worn fabric.
    A hand patted him gently on his back before settling to rub circles along his spine.
    Genma rubbed Yuki’s back as he gathered the boy against him, he felt bad for thinking time aftertime ‘he’s really older than he looked’. He’s never had a chance to act young. With Raido’s help he lifted Yuki onto the couch, Genma didn’t stop rubbing his back and telling him that everything was going to be okay.
    This feels nice, I wonder if this is what a mother’s embrace feels likes? Warm and safe. And hard… Oh God, this is so embarrassing. Yuki felt his face flush and he pulled away from Genma, every muscle in his body rigid. “Don’t ever mention this, ever,” Yuki muttered through stiff lips to the two Shinobi sitting on the couch next to him who had been comforting him. Yuki walked into his room and locked the door behind him, he made it to his bed before collapsing.
    Oh God they know what happened. I mean they knew what happened before, but now they *know*.
    I tried to wake you. But you just wouldn’t wake.
    Haru said sturdily, pretending like he wasn’t afraid that Yuki would rage at him.
    It’s not that it’s so private that you can’t know Haru, I just wanted to save you from something for once, to protect you from Seiji, even if only in abscenta.
    Yuki, you never really understood. What happens to your body only belongs to you, all I get are vague emotions, just enough to make sure that I’m not a heartless bastard. At least not entirely. The horrors that made up your life got false sympathy, genuine concern, but in the end I really don’t understand: why it’s so horrible.
    But!?
    Do you hate me? You spent all this time suffering and I barely feel anything at all.
    I’ll get you a body Haru, you’re not paper, you’re not a memory you do exist. You can experience genuine emotions, I’m sure of it.
    Thanks.
    Now do you think I’ll ever have to courage to face Genma and Raido again?
    Not a chance, a coward like you? Pft. Give it up.
    Oh the great emotionless void has spoken.
    Given you’re options you don’t have a choice, maybe you can just pretend that it didn’t happen.
    Right great bit of advice.
    What you mean you were going to do something other than pretend that it didn’t happen?
    Exactly what I meant by great advice I was already going to follow that bad idea, I was hoping for a different bad idea.

    Haru laughed and poked fun at him, gradually Yuki drifted off to sleep in Haru’s company, sprawled mostly dressed against his still made up bed with the lights on.
    “What do you think?” Genma asked.
    “It’s a bad idea,” Raido said firmly.
    “I know it’s a bad idea, should we do it anyway?”
    “He’s probably asleep by now,” Raido commented desperately.
    “Obviously otherwise I wouldn’t suggest it. What if he has an improper way of expressing pain that’ll be covered up by morning?”
    “Just do it already and stop trying to justify it,” Raido whispered back.
    Genma crouched and picked the lock, hearing the little snick Raido twisted the knob and pushed it in a little bit.
    They both relaxed when they saw Yuki sprawled across his bed with his arm thrown over his face, no signs of blood or any other form of obvious self-hate. Raido reached in and turned off the light.
    Genma pulled the door shut and left it unlocked, Yuki would figure it out he was a ninja after all.
    Raido gave Genma a look that clearly said ‘told you so.’ Genma went and cleaned up the poisoned needles and carefully cleaned up the kitchen, Raido had once joked that the only way to get Genma to clean was to cover everything in poison.
    Genma shut the light off and went to bed he was just too tired.
    “Kaji, Kaiya,” Yuki greeted his new team-mates, he had a plan but he had to wait until they attacked him for it to work perfectly, he doubted he’d have to wait long.
    Tomo-sensei was late.
    Yuki continued to polish his sword, casting the genjutsu subtly, he could see it take effect as they collapsed.
    ~~genjutsu~~
    “Kaji, I’m getting married!”
    Kaji couldn’t remember the last time that he’d seen such a delighted smile on Kaiya’s face, it looked happier than he had in years. When had he found time to meet someone? They were always together.
    “She’s from Mizu country, I have the Hokage’s permission to return with Ria-chan to her country after the ceremony isn’t that great? You’re my best man of course, oh god I can’t believe I have to leave in the morning. You’ll right me won’t you?” Kaiya grin infectiously.
    “No! I’ll never write, you can’t leave me you promised!” Kaji ordered that he stay. Kaiya laughed and told him that that had been a childish promise he wasn’t bound to hold it.
    “Bye-bye, you’re coming to the ceremony right?”
    ~~
    “Kaji, Kaji what did you do? You were suppose to wait for me,” Kaiya cried as he held his brother’s body, skewered over and over again by kunai and senbon. “Mom and dad will kill me I promised to protect you wake up.”
    //Welcome to hell// a voice whispered in an eerie echo that felt like it was bouncing around his head.
    Suddenly Kaiya wasn’t alone their were children dressed in tatters half of their skin melted off. A little girl reached down started tugging on Kaji’s body, “Let go!”
    He swatted at her, she latched onto his arm and bit down, shaking her head trying to rip a piece of his off.
    //At least you won’t be lonely, suffering is a shared experience, too bad you failed your brother he—well look for yourself//
    Kaiya fought the children off and watched as a figure plucked out and eyeball and ate it.
    //Everyone suffers, if you had been better maybe your company would be better, but for now I’ll take you on your own personal guided tour of hell//
    The figure sucked on the eyeball letting it dangle from the optical nerve then slurping it in.
    “Please follow me, but first a gift,” Kaiya realized that the whispering voice belong to the melty-faced figure in front of him. Here.
    Kaiya reached out to take the pink object.
    “You always hated having the same face, didn’t you? Now they both belong to you.”
    “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh.”
    ~~Genjutsu description ends~~
    [Just to be clear while the description ends the genjutsu doen’t]
    “Surely that is enough,” Tomo insisted stringing as his genin writhed on the ground screaming.
    “It’ll wear off when they’ve seen what I want them to see, they need humanizing. They care nothing for anyone’s pain but their own. So they’ll learn that other’s pain is their pain,” Yuki said, with a tone of mild reproof in his voice.
    Tomo winced the reproof was for him. He should have made the twins more well tractable was the wrong word for Shinobi, more functional? Compatible?
    Yuki bent over them and pushed his fingers against their throat and then behind one ear.
    “What?”
    “Nothing important now, but it’ll improve our chances for the exam.”
    Yuki sat under a tree and meditated, focusing only on the surrounding energy with his eyes closed. He leaned against the tree and pulled the excess chakra into his body from the forest. The only problem with this replenishment method was that for anyone who could track chakra patterns it left a disturbance, a pit of decreased chakra. Like people stood out against landscapes as being bright spots of higher concentration, so these places stood out as dark spots. Yuki heard the struggling stop and opened his eyes apparently they’d made it to the end of the genjutsu.
    Yuki watches them through slitted eyes, the two brothers clung to one another and babbled for a moment before stopping and turning hate filled eyes upon him. When Kaiya opened his mouth Yuki tried his new method of control.
    //Hell is always an option, behave and you’ll see less of it.//
    Yuki smiled toothily at the twins to they didn’t mistake the source of the comment.
    //But there are benefits too.//
    //He killed Kaji over and over again and then I killed him, and then he didn’t exist, then he never existed, then I was him, then Kaji hated me, then--//
    //I hate being alone, I could kill the bastard for just that, but to have him turn the one person who cares about me against me, to be left, to die alone unloved, to kill my brother, I ate my own eyeballs and tortured Kaiya it--//
    “Starting to understand? If not there is more time, I’m weak in genjutsu but your minds proved fertile ground for this…” Yuki said lazily.
    //wh--//
    //--at?//
    “A feed back loop it’ll go away if you don’t ‘think so loud’ you have a tendency to express your thoughts sub vocally it’ll be problematic when you come across someone with superhearing,” Yuki looked them full in the face, “It’ll go way when I decide or you improve.”
    //Pink!//
    //same!//
    “I thought I’d blend in more with the two of you,” Yuki said silkily, looking them straight in the eyes.
    //If it’ll stop.//
    //Stop.//
    //don’t you like your eyes?//
    //They’re not!//
    //Kaiya’s eyes, just like--//
    //seems you can’t agree.//
    “From the time the contest starts until the individual fights end, wear these,” Yuki reached into his pouch and tossed black scraps of fabric at the twins, who caught them reflexively. “I want our opponents to get confused as to who can do what, our hair is different, but with a little practice it should be passable from the point of view of an observer, to get used to them, we’re going to wear them while we train today.”
    The twins protested, Yuki pressured them with the voices that were suddenly in their heads, they pouted, Yuki stayed firm.
    “First the hair then the masks, I’ll be extraordinarily annoyed if you cut your hair before the exam is over,” Yuki said in a mild tone. He made two clones who fixed the teens hair in a bunch of tiny braids, he’d practiced on his own hair with a clone that morning when he woke up, and had them fastened together to keep them out of the way.
    “Not bad,” Tomo commented dryly, whatever Yuki had done was seemingly effective as Yuki changed their hair, told them that in the when the occasion came they’d be dressed alike as well for the exam. The twins gave him angry looks, but capitulated to his every demand. Not that Yuki made unreasonable demands, Tomo had received official orders that were more perverse and irrational on an ordinary mission. What Yuki asked is what an ordinary ninja would already be doing normally aside from dressing the same, but if the secret gossip was right, then his was a good reason for wanting to be known in the exam was a good one, but to go a step farther and include the other two in the ruse.
    Yuki pulled on his mask then looked at their masked faces, This might just work after all.
    Yuki crinkled his eyes and proceeded to order the twins around, running through their entire range of attacks and skills like a drill sergeant, his clones smacking, correcting and occasionally praising.
    “Well I think that you might just have a chance this year,” Tomo said his tone appreciative, they’d been his genin for 2 ½ years if it hadn’t been for Ishida’s death and Yuki’s substitution it might have been longer. The three had not been pushed at all.
    Tomo was starting to feel good about the arrangement.
    “Shishou-sama,” Yuki knelt before the small woman.
    “What do you need to prepare?”
    “Can you tell me about regeneration? I have an idea…”
    “Smart child, save the simple questions for the library, let me tell you about your grandmother…”
    “Don’t forget to train and study the exam starts in three days,” Yuki told the boys warningly.
    “Right, we know,” Kaji pulled down his mask and drank deeply from his canteen.
    “Thanks,” Kaiya said, his tone grudgingly revealing his respect for Yuki, “for training us even though we didn’t want you too.”
    “And for stopping what ever it was that you were doing,” Kaji added.
    //This?//
    “Eeep!”
    Yuki snorted, “It’ll stop as soon as we don’t need to communicate with each other, it’s a last resort option whenever we need to present a united face to the examiners, or can’t talk in front of others, giving away plans, hiding location, etc. I can hear the sub vocalizations and send them, it maybe good it maybe worthless, it did serve it’s primary function though,” Yuki smiled almost nastily at the twins.
    The twins had spent the majority of the last two weeks trying to get the drop on Yuki in an attack, but they couldn’t seem to be entirely quiet, almost entirely toneless now, but it was still there very very softly.
    “Well the papers turned in and I have somewhere else to be, wear that outfit,” Yuki reminded them. With his second paycheque he’d had gone shopping with the twins, though he’d forced them to spend their own money. They had purchased mesh arm covers (Kaiya had a gash down his forearm), body fitting tank, ninja-cargo pants (to hold their weapons and scrolls), and mesh leggings, (the twins were light sensitive so Yuki had to make sure that the majority of their bodies were covered, he’d taken a look and saw that part of their code to produce pigments were turned off, causing the pink eyes and ultra pale skin).
    Yuki walked through the woods from the training field, he could feel the gaze of his watcher, he wasn’t followed as closely. They were starting to trust him more, maybe?
    Yuki headed to the hospital, Shishou-sama had given him an idea, he had to make sure that it was possible. The library at the hospital had the best medical selection. He was scheduled to work there for the next few hours, mostly he did nothing, except read and eat soldier pills. Tsunade-hime had a conference with the medical staff, after the testing phase was complete, and they discovered most possibilities within Yuki’s capabilities, they had agreed that Yuki would serve mostly when time was of an essence, or when the injury would otherwise take a long time to heal.
    I’m glad that the exam wasn’t cancelled when Sarutobi Asuma was killed, although I feel bad for Shikamaru.
    Mmm, it did give us a chance to see Uzumaki-sama.
    Yes it certainly did, he looks normal enough, even if people act weird around him.
    I’m sure that if we weren’t new we’d know the answer to that.
    Mmm.

    Yuki sat and occupied two tables in the library, each shadow clone reading their own pile of jutsu scrolls, occasionally he’d poof and reform them. Usually when at least two clones started shaking their heads in confusion, seeing as some of the ground principles were in a scroll that another clone was reading.
    “Yuki-san! Godaime-sama wants to see you!” One of the hokage’s guards rushed in and Yuki followed him out.
    Flickering they covered the distance to her office. He could hear bits of Shizune-san, Tsunade-sama and Jiraiya-sama arguing behind the door.
    “His arm is—“
    “—his ability he doesn’t need—“
    “—because of the kyuubi no Kitsune chakra that doesn’t mean that he can—“
    “With the exam beginning and the tensions is this the best time to—“
    “—haven’t arrived, there is less chance for it to be discovered that—“
    “I must say that I’m against it,” Shizune-san said, “The political situation being what it is, it would be—“
    The Shinobi knocked on the door and announced that Yukimoto Kei
    Yuki had been having a difficult time understanding, he wished that the Shinobi would have waited a bit longer before knocking. The door opened to admit him. Yuki could see that the office was half destroyed with the paperwork spread all over the floor and the desk where Tsunade-hime sat in splinters, Why don’t they make it out of metal?
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