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Chapter Fifteen
Tension

May 20, 2009

Naruto walked silently behind his two female companions, stewing over the information Kakashi-sensei had given them. He replayed the memory in his head, still reeling from what he’d been told…
“What do you mean it really was the Rinnegan?!” Naruto exclaimed.
A soft hand touched his arm.
“Naruto-kun,” Hinata murmured quietly, “calm down, let Hokage-sama finish.”
“Hinata’s right Naruto,” Sakura commented from his other side, “We’ll be here all day if you keep interrupting. We still have to get mission details after.”
The roused jonin calmed a fraction, though his blue eyes flashed with impatience.
“That humanoid you brought back is no Uchiha,” Hatake began, “but the Rinnegan he wielded matches the small amount of data we have stored in the intelligence unit. Rinnegans are a rare, heavily guarded asset of the Uchiha, its protection and secrecy on par with the Byakugan. The information collected has been from observation alone. We’ve never been able to dissect and study a real Rinnegan, so take this with a grain of salt. Our data, though not in depth, is still the most accurate source of information we have, with the exclusion of Sasuke, that can help confirm or refute whether the dojutsu it wielded carried the same properties of the Rinnegan despite its warped appearance.”
Kakashi leaned forward, elbows on his desk, interlacing his fingers beneath his chin.
“Cosmetics aside, it seems to line up with what we know and have seen of the Rinnegan. Having lived through and observed Pain’s Asura Path, we’ve been able to crate a secure area to contain it and are continuing to study it. Until we can make contact with Sasuke, we will assume the Rinnegan, though flawed, is real and treat it as such. That being said, we find ourselves in a dangerous situation. Two weeks ago, we captured two individuals much like the one you brought in.”
“Two more with the Rinnegan?” Naruto burst out, unable to contain his question.
The Hokage shook his head.
“No, these creatures didn’t have the Rinnegan, but they were also incapable of speech. They had already eaten the others with them when the Anbu showed up and were in the middle of devouring each other. Neither had dojutsu.”
“That means that whoever is making them is making them stronger. They’re evolving,” Sakura commented.
Kakashi nodded.
“The one you brought, Naruto, clears up one question we had. The Hyuuga examiners observed large amounts of chakra being funneled to their eyes at six hour intervals. Each time would cause excruciating pain and redden the sclera.”
“Wait a minute, two weeks? Why didn’t we know anything about this?” Naruto interrupted.
Kakashi leaned back in his chair, dark eyes taking in his pupil.
“Things are changing in the Leaf. Even you should have sensed that by now.”
“Of course I noticed, ‘ttebayo. Ever since that creepy adviser showed up.”
“The Hidden Leaf is not a dictatorship, even the Hokage has someone to answer to. In light of the casualties we suffered during the war, and the current danger facing multiple non shinobi villages and towns, the daimyo’s of each elemental Nation have formed a…coalition of sorts, handing down instructions that they believe will help organize the few ninja left to cover wider areas of their Nation in a more effective manner, and sending “advisers” to see that the new orders are enforced.”
“What’s that got to do with anything?”
His old teacher sighed.
“You’re not exactly known for your restraint, Naruto, and until we return to the normal functioning of the village, I need you to be careful. Despite your role in the war, even you are subject to suspension, demotion and removal of duty. My own position is tenuous under the current climate. The information I’m at liberty to share is limited based on the new mandates.”
“That’s bullshit!”
“I don’t disagree, however, several of the Kage of the Alliance have voted to follow the guidelines. My hands are tied.”
“Gaara wouldn’t agree to this.”
“Nor has he. The Raikage, Tsuchikage, and the Mizukage are firmly on the side of the daimyo. Suna and Konoha have been outvoted.”
“And you have to go along with it?”
“Diplomatic relations, international pacts are critical. As I’ve said, we are not a dictatorship, nor are we an island. Should Konoha or any Fire Country village ever need the assistance of our surrounding neighbors, the health of the relationship between Nations will carry great weight in determining whether help will be sent or not. But for now, let me worry about that. Even with the outside forces, I’m far from completely helpless. Now that you’ve encountered these humanoids yourself, and demonstrate some ability to detect them, you’ve been cleared to receive reports pertaining to these creatures. You’ll receive a briefing when you return, in the mean time, Sakura and Hinata can give you a few more details on your way to the mission site.”
His dark eyes sharpened on Naruto.
“Naruto, you’ll be team lead for this mission. Your ability to detect their approach puts you a unique position to make quick decisions to avoid ambush and direct the group closer to the target even if you aren’t able to pinpoint their location completely.”
He turned to Sakura.
“Sakura, there may be civilians that need your help. I’ve read the recent report you submitted. So far, even with the help of Tsunade-sama and Shizune, you haven’t been able to figure out a cure for the black substance they secrete or reactivating seared tenketsu, but even so, the research you’ve done may become useful in saving lives. The area I’m sending you to has been hit particularly hard and we’ve received reports of strange illnesses and injuries stemming from the attacks.”
His attention shifted to Hinata.
“Hinata, Juuken has had some success in incapacitating them. If you can use that technique instead of physical force, that will increase the chances of recovering these creatures alive and intact. However, don’t take any unnecessary risk. If you can’t do it safely, don’t do it at all. Understood?”
Hinata nodded, as did Naruto.
Kakashi-sensei may have been speaking to his girlfriend, but the love sick blonde would personally make sure she didn’t take any unnecessary risks. The two had gone on missions together before and managed to keep things professional, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t keep his eye on her whenever they were assigned to the same team. He had confidence in her abilities as a fellow shinobi, often trained with her in their down time, but that didn’t stop him from worrying even when he was fighting along side her. He didn’t make it overly obvious, but he knew she was aware that he was on edge when she faced danger and that she indulged his sneaky overprotective behavior gracefully, often pretending nothing was amiss.
Completing missions with her was nerve racking and yet preferable to her going with a different team. It was better than him wringing his hands back at home, and imagining the worse when she went out without him and didn’t return in a timely fashion.
His attention returned to the silver haired leader as he spoke again.
“One of the beasts we captured has already died, the other we’re having a hard time trying to keep alive. Despite our efforts, it’s going to die soon. We’re not sure if its our methods that are killing it, or if their fragility is due to their own flawed make up. We need you to capture more. We need to understand how they’re being created, what makes them tick and where they’re coming from. Your main objective is to capture these creature and bring them back for examination, alive if possible. This is an S rank mission, error on the side of caution.”

With those orders, the two jonin and single chunin had been given their own map with the location they were to search marked on the individual scrolls. It was a small but relatively frequented region near the eastern boarder that had suddenly gone silent. Several, well populated villages within the area had ceased all communications and those that had gone to investigate had yet to return.
They were almost ten hours into their travel and beginning to get a sense of the scope of the danger they were headed into.
Rumors of cannibals were quite common and spreading like wildfire in the east, sending panic through neighboring towns. The further the three nin traveled into more rural areas, the stronger the alarm. A few municipalities they passed had even begun boarding up windows and had formed small coalitions of civilian “vampire” watch, complete with makeshift weapons and tin foil handmade armor. The ragtag militias were often openly hostile and suspicious of new comers. The last sparsely populated village had actually run them out of town, unwilling to listen to Leaf shinobi’s explanation of where they’d come from and why they were in their village.
Naruto was still a bit annoyed that one of the more vocal, paranoid members of the group insisted the tawny haired ninja had a “suspicious face” and that the whisker marks were the sign of “vampiric infection”.
“Vampiric infection,” he muttered with a pout, “of all the stupid…”
He hadn’t expected that sort of reception. The young Uzumaki was used to people recognizing his trade mark whisker marks and being happy to see him, not view them as symptoms of some sort of undead contamination. The irrational rejection and ejection hadn’t bothered him as it would have two years ago, but it did leave him a bit surprised, not only that he hadn’t been recognized but that folks were becoming so unhinged.
His girlfriend giggled at his grumbling.
“Don’t take it personal, Naruto-kun, they weren’t very welcoming to us either.”
The thought brought a grin to his lips. Sly blue orbs cut to his pink haired teammate. It was true they’d all been give a degree of scrutiny, but the reasoning they gave for his long time friend had made him snicker.
Having been his teammate since their early teens, Sakura had a radar for his bullshit. Annoyed green eyes glared a warning.
Seeing the look, Naruto snorted, lips trembling with mirth.
“Naruto, I swear, if you start laughing again-”
“Come on Sakura-chan, it was pretty funny,” he guffawed, “An elongated forehead and aggressive attitude are advanced stages of infection?”
As strange as things were, Naruto couldn’t help but be amused at some of the things they encountered on their journey.
“Oh shut up, Naruto! It wasn’t that funny,” the angrily flushing pinkette growled, “What about Hinata? I don’t see you busting a gut and she scared more people than me!”
Naruto brought his arms up, chuckling as he interlaced his fingers behind his head as they walked.
“Yeah, but it made sense in her case, dattebayo,” he pointed out, “Her eyes, as pretty as they are, are pupiless.”
He glanced over at the softly chortling Hyuuga, her cheeks flushed with happiness at his compliment. Much like him, she had overcome a number of her most painful insecurities, and no long felt hurt when others viewed her lack of pupils with fear and trepidation.
“The Hyuuga eyes have always invoked that sort of reaction,” she giggled, “It was a bit over the top this time, but certainly not unusual for me.”
Sakura huffed.
“You two are the most insufferable love birds,” she muttered without heat, “Anyway, that was the last town for a while and its already getting dark. What’s the plan team leader?”
He glanced at the descending sun. Launching skyward, he broke through the canopy of trees and into another, flipping and swing from sturdy branches. He stopped atop a bough, taking in a relatively smooth clearing. He back tracked to his group, landing near the two women.
“Found a spot. We’ll set up camp now and get an early start tomorrow morning. I’ll take first watch, Hinata, then Sakura,” he directed, moving closer to his teammates, “You two get the campfire going and I’ll find us dinner.”
The group separated, Naruto headed for a nearby stream, Hinata searching for dry tinder and Sakura collecting kindling and logs. Several minutes later, the trio rolled out their blankets around a blazing fire, six medium sized fish skewered on makeshift spits roasting over the open flames.
“So you probably know more about these thing than I do, right Sakura-chan?” Naruto asked from his seated place atop his blankets.
“Yeah, though not by much. Their bodies are…weird.” she answered.
“Weird?” Naruto questioned, “What do you mean?”
“Hokage-sama sent some of the information in a file with the Anbu that came to get me for the mission and I read a bit of the report on the way,” Hinata pipped up, “It’s their insides that are strange, right?”
Sakura nodded.
“They’re growing extra organs, one of them had a second, semi-functioning heart.”
“Extra organs?” repeated the stunned blonde.
“Its even more strange than that,” Sakura added, “Some of the organs growing…”
The tough kunoichi shuddered.
“Some of the things growing inside of them, we don’t even know what it is, what it’s purpose is. They pulsate, and seem to be made of tissue like other organs but…What they’re function is, we don’t know. They’re like aliens inside. I’ve never seen anything so horrible and fascinating in my entire life.”
Naruto didn’t know what to make of that. The fine hairs at his nape stood on end just imagining. Unknown organs, extra hearts?
What exactly were they fighting?
“Their chakra network is strange too. From the report, the few Hyuuga that have observed live specimens reported that one of them had more than 361 tenketsu and that some of the chakra channels that were larger than the others, some were even moving from one node to another. And the color of their chakra…” Hinata injected, “The color…Normal chakra is blue, but can change depending on different factors, but in this case, the reports couldn’t place their color, or how to describe it.”
Blonde brows crinkled at the new pieces of information.
“Can’t describe it? So is it not a color they’ve ever seen before?” the confused jonin asked.
Hinata shrugged.
“The report wasn’t very detailed, but I suspect that’s the gist of it,” she said, “I’m just as confused about that. Perhaps we’ll have more answers once we return, Naruto-kun.”
He hoped so. Dread was twisting his gut the more he learned and the more he came in contact with these experiments.
“What about those orbs?” he asked, “and the ringing in my ears when they get close?”
Sakura reached forward to grab a fish.
“Ino has been brought in to see if she can get inside their heads and maybe find some answers that we can’t,” she took a bite, chewed and swallowed before continuing, “They’re not able to speak verbally, but that doesn’t mean they can’t mentally.”
Naruto and Hinata reached for their own meal, chewing silently as the kunoichi spoke.
“They still have memories, thoughts and what Ino calls “emotional impressions.” With all of that together, maybe we can put together pieces of a puzzle that seems to have a million pieces.”
“Is that wise?” Hinata questioned, concern coating her voice, “If their mental insides are anything like the physical, it could be really dangerous for her to dig around inside their heads.”
Naruto looked up from his food at the commented, worry also filling his eyes.
“Its a risk to be sure, but Ino is the best her Clan has to offer and she wouldn’t do it if she didn’t think she could handle it,” Sakura reasoned, “Kakashi-sensei wouldn’t let her do it either if he thought she wasn’t capable. I’m keeping an eye on her though. With Sai pretty busy, someone’s gotta look out for her. She’s been handling it well so far but its still early. She just has to be careful and purge when she needs to.”
“Purge?” he asked.
“Yeah. I’m not exactly sure how it works but its something the Yamanaka Clan do after mucking around in the minds of the worst humanity has to offer. A lot of things they see are…burdensome,” she said softly, “they need to be able to clean their minds of things like that, in essence, which they call purging.”
Naruto mulled over the words, making a mental note to keep up with the lively blonde kunoichi as well when he returned. The group finished their meal, and after, settled down to sleep, Naruto leaning back against a nearby tree as he prepared for first watch.
xxxxxx
May 21, 2009

“Hold it.” Naruto commanded sharply.
The group paused, both women glancing questioningly at him, tensing in anticipation of an attack. A low screech teased his ear, the vibration barely discernible. They’d been traveling for several hours along a well traveled dirt road when the first tickle had reached his ears, less than a mile from the next town. Just like the times before, he couldn’t pinpoint the location, but unlike the last time, he had a Hyuuga.
“Hinata.” he signaled.
They waited silently as the pale woman activated her kekkei genkai. Her eyes moved, and after a minute she spoke, confirming what he already knew.
“It’s them. Northwest, two kilometers,” her veined eyes narrowed, “Four of them. They’re…eating someone. Naruto-”
“Let’s go!” Naruto ordered.
They moved quickly, darting into the dense treeline between them and the village.
“Several bodies,” Hinata relayed as they ran through the forested area, hopping along tree branches, “some of the survivors are running. There’s a village behind them, its burning.”
“Are there any in the village?” Naruto questioned.
A beat of silence.
“No, its just those four.”
“I’ll take point and separate the creatures from the civilians. Sakura, tend to the wounded, Hinata with me.”
The thick, choking scent of smoke drifted with the wind, the billowing air current unnaturally warm. The low howling increased, that vibration no longer teasing his ears. Naruto speed ahead of the group as the wail that only he could hear was joined with a different sound. Pleas for help, shouts of fear and pain. Leaving his group to follow when they could, knowing neither could match his speed, the jonin took off, hoping to lessen the number of people that fell victim to the walking monstrosities plaguing the region. The heat of an inferno, the screams of the dying and terrified rushed to greet the determined shinobi as he burst through the treeline.
Thick smoke burned his eyes and made it hard to draw breath.
Despite the sting in his eyes and the ringing in his ears, he honed in on them. They were sheathed in pale, blood soaked johnny gowns. Two were hunched over the bloody, ravaged body of what appeared to be an elderly man, while the other two stood unnaturally, watching as the helpless man was savaged.
Sickened.
Enraged, Naruto split himself into four and tore across the charred, blood soaked ground. His first two clones slammed into the feasting beasts, tearing them away from their whimpering victim and pounding them none to gently into the dirt. One of the beasts looked almost completely human aside from the dripping fangs and glowing red eyes. The other was not as lucky. His twisted mug was…wrong. The bloodshot sclera of his eyes was dominated by big, dilated pupils, his eye lids missing. His nose was concave, buried in the pale, splotchy flesh of his face. Elongated upper and lower canine prevented his snarling mouth from closing. The human monsters oozed viscus black fluid from their mouths, the shiny substance mixing with the crimson blood staining their lips and chins.
Naruto and his other look alike moved in on the remaining enemies. The two figures split up, his clone followed the skinny moving creature while Naruto himself shot after the bigger, barrel chested humanoid. The hulking beast was fast, hurtling through the destroyed and burning village, crashing through the walls of homes and business, the weakened structures collapsing in its wake.
Naruto forced chakra to his feet, his form disappearing and reappearing in front of the powerhouse bursting through a crumbling store. The jonin launched forward, driving a chakra enforced kick to its chest, sending it flying back into the rubble. Barely a second passed before it was up again, charging through debris.
Naruto stood tense as it barreled toward him, intense cerulean orbs taking a moment to glance over its appearance. Its face looked carved from granite, bullish in nature. Its eyes were unnaturally large, the iris, pupil and sclera pitch black. Against the white of its skin, its dark eyes were like that of a demon. Its hands and bare feet were tipped with claws, its meaty arms covered in dark veins, starting at the back of its fingers, stretching up its forearm and upper muscular upper arms before disappearing into its gown.
The veins puffed, straining below the skin, the puckered lines pulsing. The thick muscle packed along its arms grew with each pulse, bulging to near bursting. Launching itself forward, it swung a meaty fist, the force slamming against Naruto’s open palm. The blow was bone shattering, the ground beneath their feet exploding, the clash of energies creating a crater, but having lived through multiple beatings from an enraged apprentice of Tsunade, Naruto barely felt it. Gripping the creature’s fist, Naruto delivered on of his own, focusing his chakra into his knuckles. The effect was devastating, the strike knocking more than wind from the wild humanoid.
The creature collapsed, a green orb rolling from its body.
xxxxxx
“What the hell is Myoku doing?” Toriyama growled from his place in the trees.
The scene below was like deja vu, only this time, it was completely unexpected and wholly unwelcome. The last time they’d sought out the Uzumaki intentionally, pitting the creature against the ninja to observe its capabilities. Tonight’s meeting had not been planned. The simple feeding expedition had been cleared and green lighted by the often ill tempered adviser. Not one ninja of the Leaf or otherwise should be anywhere near this region.
“Perhaps he is having difficulty with the Hokage,” Toneri chuckled, “The ex-Copy Cat Ninja may be on to our little game.”
Toriyama sneered at the comment, dropping down to the forest floor, his brittle bones creaking. Toneri followed the action, stepping in line next to the man as he shuffled along.
“Whether he knows or not is irrelevant. Myoku is supposed to be keeping that bastard’s lap dogs on a tight leash,” Toriyama barked, “And to send the Hyuuga out with them!”
Toneri’s mouth twisted with disgust.
“He is with her,” he admitted reluctantly, “We needn’t fear for her safety.”
“I still don’t like it. The Uzumaki can handle what we have, she can not.”
“All the more reason for you to speak to our…lead scientist. He’s had more than enough time to cope and recoup. Toju-sama has given his samples for further testing and believes my control over them will strengthen and increase should the results prove favorable.”
Toriyama grinned, the curl of his lips sinister and cruel.
“That brat has had more than enough time to mope,” he agreed, “I’m sure he’s become more agreeable now that he’s had time to think about his tenuous position.”
xxxxxx

Dark desolate eyes stared up at the metallic ceiling. The splintered surface leaking putrid smelling water. The droplets dripped on and around the prone figure below, soaking the filthy mattress and lone occupant. The moisture, the horrible stench of mold, blood and his own bodily fluids was lost on the man. His shattered mind worlds away. A single drop splashed between his white brows, bringing him back to the world of the living. Tears gathered behind the cracked, circular spectacles perched on his nose. The heated liquid rolled down the corner of his eyes, slipping into his unkempt snowy hair.
Radiating pain broke his quiet tears. A groan of agony left his lips, his face twisting into a grimace of acute torment.
His teeth clenched, fingers twisting in the filthy sheets beneath him.
The suffering man whimpered, fighting to keep silent the horrible screams threatening to tear his throat apart. Pain crashed into him, beginning at his knees and shooting through every nerve ending above. The excruciating sensation was like the slow drag of a scalding serrated blade through his gut, driving him to edge of insanity.
He panted, sweat and tears mingling.
His mind reached, strained for a distraction. Anything to dim the pain.
Distant howls reached his ears, triggering a memory, a past trauma only nine days old. Fear clawed up his spine. Bone deep terror seized his lungs. That night had changed everything. Had left him with nothing but a shattered soul and bone searing regret. Unable to stomach the memories, he focused on making his body move.
Taking several stabilizing breaths, he gritted his teeth and shifted.
Sweat drenched his flesh as he turned, the effort slow and agonizing. His head swam, dizziness turning his stomach. Nausea rose as his world spun. Wheezing, he held back bile, forcing his stiff body to move. Darkness lapped at his conscious mind. Shaking, he turned on his belly, the action exhausting. For long moments, he lay still, trembling, harsh breaths and sobs leaving his laboring lungs. Takahiro called upon every ounce of strength left in his damaged body, willing the hazy fingers of unconsciousness to recede enough for him to think, to escape.
Drawing three quick breaths to stiffen his resolve, he reached out with trembling hands to the dirty floor, pulling himself from the mattress as slowly as he could.
His arms shook, unable to bear his slight weight. Panic set in as the meager strength in his arms quickly drained. His arms collapsed, and Takahiro went tumbling to the ground. The fall drove the air from his lungs. He gasped, pain blasting through his body as his legs collided with the hard tile. He couldn’t breathe, was struggling to draw even the smallest breath.
Spots of light flashed before his eyes.
Inky blackness sucked him beneath.
He awoke some time later, disoriented and tormented, face plastered to the floor, fiery blades of agony in his knees. His mind raced to piece together what was going on. Why his legs hurt so bad.
Why he was lying on the cold hard ground.
Seconds later, it came to him, bringing with it naked horror.
He crawled, slithering along the floor with desperately clawing hands. Escape a mantra his brain repeated. The frantic need to leave this horrible place, to get out while he still could, propelling his battered body. The metal door felt miles away from him, the floor the size of an ocean. Frustration built, despair slamming into his gut.
He paused, panting into the darkness of the filth room.
The click of a lock and the rattle of a door handle stopped his harsh breathing instantly.
He froze.
Dread, terror the likes he’d never felt before skated down his spine as the door crept open. He knew who it was. Could tell by the odor of decay. A sob of desperation left his lips. He leaned away from the emerging figure, crawling his way back across the floor, straining for the safety to be found in the dark recesses beneath his bed. That sick bastard was watching him. He could feel his twisted amusement like needle pricks in his skin.
His body jerked to a halt when the male spoke, abject fear tightening his throat as the familiar voice cut through the tension heavy silence.
“Are you that determined to resist?” the man questioned softly, “shall I take another part of your body?”
Petrified.
Scared to death, Takahiro crawled faster, sliding away from the voice, his panicked mind racing, unsure of where he was going, but wanting only to distance himself from the psychotic man that had maimed him, eight days ago. Images flashed before his mind’s eye. Images of a night bathed in moonlight, blood soaked grass, his own screams of pain and horror. Remembered staring down at nubs, the world around him surreal as his shocked filled gaze took in the reality of his own severed legs lying several feet away from him. The lower half of his limbs no longer attached to his body. Of that same voice reasoning aloud that his legs were unnecessary for the tasks he was needed for.
That night he’d tried to escape.
That night he’d failed and the unsuccessful dash for freedom had cost him dearly.
“I see you have not yet come to terms with your new role, now that you know the truth,” came the horrifying voice, “Humans are so fragile. How disgusting.”
The words stopped him cold. Tears slipped down Taka’s face, one word in particular echoing through his skull.
Truth.
The truth.
The mind shredding truth that he’d betrayed Kohei. His precious foster brother. That he had doomed the people of village, the Nation that had never been, had never meant to be from the very beginning. Everything he’d worked for, every choice he’d made hadn’t even been his. He and his foster brother hadn’t built a Nation, they’d built a factory, a base to construct more of those monsters. A research facility to construct, develop and reconstruct abominations.
And his brother, in everything but blood, was now one of those abominations.
This…being, whatever the hell he was, had coaxed him into using the serum without Kohei’s permission, had enticed him to reach for power just outside of their grasp, and he had fallen for it.
Had gleefully gone behind his brother’s back.
Aligned with traitors for the good of the Nation they wanted to create.
His fists clenched.
From the cradle he’d been groomed, guided into this role by that thing wearing human flesh.
Pain lashed his soul, his eyes squeezing shut.
Kohei.
The day he’d taken refuge under the desk of the lab and been wrenched from it by the grinning madman had been the day he realized he was once again alone in the world. The hand that had patted his head with kindness and understanding as a hollow eyed orphan, the hand that gripped his shoulder with confidence and pride as a man had been wrapped around his throat with a grip that was crushing. The once, soft brown eyes, glowing red, crazed and without pity. Horrified, certain he was to be devoured, Takahiro had fought. Clawing desperately to free himself from the ruthless grip, pleading with the only man he’d ever considered family.
Meeting those eyes…
Sadness filled his heart at the memory.
His brother wasn’t in there any more. The creature inside Kohei would have gladly ended his life had he not been stopped by the two pale men at his sides, one of which was in the room with him now, standing over him. Arrogance, superiority oozing from his pores. The smugness sickening in its intensity.
“Pitiful,” the man commented, “Spineless creature. You sicken me. To think I’ve been reduced to relying on the aide of a lowly animal.”
Rage erupted, sweeping away the pain and desolation filling his chest.
“You’re lower than an animal,” Takahiro spat, “Lower than any beast! You wear our skin and mock us yet here you stand, groveling at our feet! Needing our help to save your worthless-”
Takahiro screamed as one the man’s booted feet connected with the blood soaked, bandaged wrapped nubs that remained of his legs. Agony, horrible, twisting agony blasted through his body, his mind spinning, snapping, before being engulfed in blessed darkness.
He awoke to frigid water splashing over his face, the steady stream of cold liquid blocking his airways. He twisted his head, trying to catch his breath, certain he was drowning. He flipped clumsily to his stomach, his hands slipping and sliding across the smooth surface beneath him. Heart pounding, water pouring down his back, he sucked in large gulps of air, the great gusts rushing painfully into his lungs. The streamed ended, the loud clattering of a metal pail ringing in his ears.
Unmerciful fingers threaded his white hair, the grip making his skull throb, shards of pain skating over his scalp.
“I may need you to accomplish my goals, but that doesn’t mean you hold the upper hand. I can make the empty shell of your soul bleed. You think the removal of your legs was painful?” he growled, “There are worse things than amputation. Much worse. You will obey, you will address me with respect. If I have to take you apart, piece by piece, rest assured I would do so with slow, agonizing relish.”
That rough hand slammed his face into the ground. Hard, clipped footsteps retreated, followed by the wall rattling slam of the door.
Minutes of silence ticked by.
Takahiro lay quiet in the aftermath of the tense confrontation. Tension drained slowly from his muscles, replaced with tremors of stress.
His body quaking with fear, pain and hopeless despair, Takahiro sobbed. Hot tears slipped down his cheeks to the tiled floor, depression slamming into him with weight of a mountain. Soaking wet, legless and shivering, the broken man cried for hours, wailing with heartache and regret. Nausea rose, his insides clenching. Dry heaves shook his battered frame, his empty stomach twisting painfully as he gagged.
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Two things I love. Good romance and gore. I’ve already warned this is gonna be a dark fic, but I feel like I need to stress that this is gonna be a dark fic, lol. Please understand what that entails. The lovey dovey parts are not over by a long shot, but its about to turn into a mufuckin blood bath.
This is not a fic for the faint of heart. Lot of fucked up shit to come and I don’t wanna get cursed out for it like I did in my other story. If depictions of death, blood, broken bones and other terrible acts disgust you, this might not be the story for you. Continue at your own risk, but don’t blame me at the end because I warned you XD
Chapter five of “Secrets of the Hidden Leaf” is in the works and should be out in a few days for those that read it.
Think that’s all I got for now. Thanks for reading, please review and I’ll see you in the next chapter!
Laters
~Sessakag
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