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Lambs To The Slaughter
By : KishinoKurobi
Category: Naruto AU/AR > Het - Male/Female
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As the Kyuubi vanished Tsunade broke down weeping.
She was just told that her only son was killed, and her only option was to sit there. She even thanked him. He kills her son, rapes and kills his wife and kidnaps their child, so she thanks him?
Tsunade felt truly disgusted with herself. She wished she could have attacked him. She wished she could have ripped his arrogant face off. She would have died without laying a finger on him. She knew that.
That wasn't the reason. She would gladly have died out of principle, but she knew her actions would have made things much worse. The Kyuubi always knew how to make things worse.
Aside her Jiraiya was sobbing. He wanted to be angry. He wanted to yell and shout. He wanted anything but this pain in his chest.
It was as if he died while still alive. His body had lost all of its energy. He cried, feeling emotions he thought died in his years of fighting.
He felt weak. He felt slow. He felt cowardly. He felt like everything he was good at was hollow, and all of his insecurities came to the forefront.
He remembered him telling Minato that he was his father.
-Flashback-
Minato wasn't sure what it was this time. Jiraiya called him up at 3 am, and sounded somewhere between drunk-as-hell and high-as-a-cloud.
Most people would be worried, but Jiraiya tended to do this about once a week. He often wanted to tell Minato of his latest sexual exploit before trying to buy him a hooker. Minato accepted once, but decided to never do so again.
He knew Kushina would follow through with her threats of castration and murder if he did.
He still decided to make sure Jiraiya wasn't going to fall asleep outside again. He had an odd habit of stripping in his sleep before sleep-dancing. Jiraiya pushed the blame on Orochimaru's lack of common sense when planning pranks. Long-term side effects tended to follow, and Minato was pretty sure it was Orochimaru's fault.
Nonetheless, he had become Hokage last month and could hardly be showing favoritism already. If Jiraiya got accused of breaking into a families' house and dancing in the nude again he would have to throw him in jail.

When he found Jiraiya at the park, he was surprised to note Tsunade was next sitting to him on a park bench in an equally out-of-it condition. This caused him to worry. Tsunade was supposed to be the voice of reason in their relationship!
When they spotted him Tsunade moved to the left while Jiraiya scooted to the right allowing for him to sit between them. This was getting very strange very quickly.
After Minato sat down Jiraiya spoke up.
“Minato my student, I'zz so proud of you n your accomplishments! I you knowed that already though, so I'm gunna tellz you a secret. One night – How old are you?” Jiraiya slurred drunkenly.
“24” stated Minato in a deadpan.
“24 and nine montthhsss ago, I banged Tsunade like a drum. I mean I plowed her like a field, for a long time and sweaty. Her tits-” Jiraiya drunkenly started rambling until Tsunade punched him in the face and caused him to land in a lake eight or so yards away. She seemed to decide to pick up the slack.
“He knocked me up and you popped out nine months later.” after this revaluation, she took a swig from a bottle of sake that he didn't notice she was holding before. It wasn't really a surprise, considering she was this drunk.
“The third great ninja war started within the year, and I had to be on the battle-field. When we got to take a break from the fighting, we always checked on you. Please don't hate us.” Tsunade was a lot less slurred from Jiraiya, but that was more of a natural proficiency than being less drunk. At some point Jiraiya had crawled out of the lake and was sitting next to the bench sopping wet.
Minato stood up and rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. He gave a big smile and spoke up.
“I know.” The looks on his parents' faces were priceless. They were utterly flabbergasted and opened and closed their mouths like a fish. It was actually kind of neat, because it was completely in sync.
“Look at you two, I have a perfect blend of your looks! I was always being talked to by your teacher, and saw you two more often than any other five kids in the village combined. I'm not an idiot, I figured it out like 18 years ago!” Minato explained. A few seconds later he found himself being punched in the head by Tsunade.
“You brat! You knew this whole time and waited until we drunk ourselves halfway into a coma to tell you, and you can't even fake surprise?” She shouted while rubbing his head into the ground with her foot.
Jiraiya pulled her off him before she killed him, and when Minato got back up he smiled again anyways. It looked a little scary considering the pavement scratched up his face and he was bleeding lightly all over.
“I figured the best punishment for not telling me would be to let you beat yourself up on when to tell me.” He said, then nervously chuckled when the both cracked their knuckles and looked at him evilly.
He proceeded to run away from them until morning, screaming like a little girl the whole time.
-Flashback-
He had been so proud of him. Watching his son take it all in stride made him feel like the luckiest father in the world, and now he was dead. It was a thing no parent should ever hear, that they outlived their child.
The only thing Jiraiya had left was that he had a grandson. Demons kept their promises, so he would just hope for the best and spoil the shit out of the kid when he got back.
He wouldn't outlive another.
---9:00 AM – 9/10/7875 ABT – The Dream Factory---
Anko was in a gray steel and concrete room wearing a skimpy lab coat. She had a large grin on her face as she looked through a rack of vials. Some had green glowing liquid, others a dull orange, one kept shifting colors and another had a purple liquid that looked like it was vibrating.
She impulsively grabbed the purple one and pulled a syringe out of her shirt pocket. Quickly taking off the cap and perforating the top of the vial, she withdrew 405 cc of the liquid.
Spraying the excess 5 cc into the air, she watched in wonder as it floated and moved at an increasingly fast pace until exploding in purple flame. With a giddy look on her face she turned to the center of the room where a frantically struggling Iwa-nin was tied to a chair.
She ignored his pleas for mercy and stuck the needle into his groin, salivating slightly at his cries of pain. She injected all of it and watched in fascination as his groin turned into purple ash. Purple smoke flew off of it and bellowed upwards into the ceiling vent. The fire continued to spread across his body, and he was sobbing openly now.
Just as Anko went to rub one off he opened his mouth.
“Anko honey, you need to wake up.” a sweet voice said. Anko tried to ignore it but sunlight filtered through her eyelids and she opened her eyes pouting cutely.
“I was just having the best dream! I found a way to make everything purple with only minor side effects! Then you had to wake me up! It's my day off too!” Anko whined. She sniffed and sat up with a wide smile at seeing her beloved holding her favorite food.
“I bring a peace offering to you, my love.” said Orochimaru with a plate of screaming multicolored mice on skewers. They were known as Chucklers.
After Anko got food poisoning because of eating a contaminated mouse for the third time in a week, Orochimaru decided to take matters into his own hands and make her the 'perfect' snack.
They were little mice genetically modified to have easily digestible bones, edible fur in fun patterns, a candy filling and a little catchphrase going down. While they sold horribly in stores his wife loved them and he used them whenever he needed to get her to do something.
“Pestilence Peanut butter! Flaming Fudge! Terrified Triple Berry! You got all my favorite flavors! Accepted!” cried Anko joyously. She made a awkward jump out of bed that would have ended with one of them stabbed by a skewer had Orochimaru not been expecting it.
Anko landed in his arms and caught the tossed plate of mice in a practiced maneuver before plucking them one by one and eating them headfirst. Once in a while she would bite the head off and suck out the insides, or chew it up in her mouth but mostly she just ate them whole and savored the wriggling on the way down.
After she was done she looked at Orochimaru with a tail sticking out of her mouth before swallowing it and he couldn't help but plant a kiss on her lips. He didn't allow them to get dragged into the daily make-out session however, as he had to comfort his teammates.
After telling Anko she immediately got serious and started changing. As eccentric as she was, she was able to be a caring and supportive individual. Her firm beliefs and sticking to her guns had saved him from himself, and with the situation he had to think back on just how much she helped him.
-Flashback-
---11:00 AM – 3/6/7851 ABT – Northern Land of Fire---
A teenager with extremely pale skin walked down the barren streets of a town in northern fire country. This town had days ago been the center of a large battle. It was the kind of battle that made this the third great war ninja took part in, joined in battle the traditional samurai, archers and shock troops. While occasionally referred to as the 'Third Great Ninja War' back in his village, this war was far larger than that.
Across the world, this was quickly being dubbed the 'Blood War.' In the year since it began more people died than any other war in recorded history. This was because everyone took part. Everyone.
Taki had always had a strange relationship with their local Biju. The Seven Tailed Beetle (more commonly called the Nanabi) was a natural disaster in that wherever is traveled tragedies followed. Whether it was a swarm of locust that killed the crops, a flood that destroyed the homes or a fire that killed the people within, pain and suffering followed.
However the seven tails loved the serene beauty of the world. He wanted nothing more than to watch the sun set on the ocean or rise over a snow capped mountain.
While normally this would be horrible, he was also had morals. He was surprisingly concerned about the lives of humans and animals alike, and for decades at a time sat in an abandoned valley.
One day a wise ninja who found a way to use chakra metal threads to make himself nearly immortal came to this valley with an offer.
If the Nanabi would lend his strength when the village was in need, they would allow him to live within one of their own. That person would travel the world, allowing him to live his dreams without harming all around him.
The Demon gladly accepted, and was sealed days later into a young woman. Every time the village was attacked the Nanabi's power could be felt from this woman, and the attacking force would lie dead before the sun set.
The very next day however, the women would be seen miles and miles away.
In order to keep the hosts safe the Nanabi switched hosts before long-term damage was done. This generally happened about once every ten years.
The last time however, something horrible happened. The Nanabi had sneezed when the sun hit its eyes. This caused a horrible plague to break out in southern Land of Rocks that gave bitter Iwa-nin an excuse to attack Waterfall Country. After repelling the invaders the Waterfall Country Emperor ordered his samurai, archer and ninja forces to march onwards in a counter-attack.
The Emperor of the Land of Lightning sent a sizable force of samurai and archers to help defend and the Blood War began.
This town looked like it had been bombed by a Lightning-made Cannon known as a 'Lightning Rod' which would launch charged poles through the air in extreme arcs that would unleash a blast of lightning in the area it hit.
It's most destructive feature was that the lightning arced through people to other nearby people, so every hit could potentially kill dozens of surrounding troops.
Considering the tall metallic cylinders sticking out of the flaming wreckage of homes and the static electricity you could nearly taste in the air, he was pretty confident in his guess.
Off to his far right the teenager heard what sounded like sobbing. When he moved to investigate the sound he discovered a young purple-haired girl that could be no older than 6 years old kneeling over the bodies of a middle aged couple. The back of her head was covered in dried blood, and she seemed to be talking to herself.
“I feel like I should remember you. Who are you? Why does my chest hurt to see you dead? Who am I? I don't want to be alone...” the girl hoarsely cried to herself. Her eyes were red, so she must have been crying a while.
Having a flashback to when he was a young boy in nearly the same position, the teenager went to comfort her. As he stood however, his ears picked up the sound of footsteps. It sounded like they were wearing heavy boots, so they were probably shock troopers.
The teen quickly hid himself quickly and waited to see how the situation would play out. Even a talented ninja like himself could be killed if he tried to face a skilled shock trooper on his own.
As he saw a few suits of heavy armor enter his view, he nearly sighed in relief. They were wearing the armor of Land of Fire shock troops. A deep red steel plate suit that covered nearly their entire body with a helmet covered in rising steel spikes colored yellow and orange. The rest of the suit had similar trimming, and the shoulders were covered in a permanently burning seal matrix.
Some carried long tubes that would fire blasts of broken metal to shred enemies. Others held long tubes that connected to a tank on their back. The tubes would launch a gel that burned for ten minutes at a heat able to melt bone. The rest held a variety of other heavy weapons.
They doubled as offensive and defensive troops, and were responsible for vehicles, mounted weapons, artillery, cannons, fortress defense and more.
The troopers walked up to the girl and she turned and looked up fearfully. One shock trooper spoke in a deep gruff voice.
“Shame, all this walking and only one survivor.” However before Orochimaru revealed himself, another walked up to the girl and roughly pushed her on her back with his foot.
“You mean no survivors.” He stated in a tone that left no room for argument. His armor had a torch rising above his head from his back, so he was the leader and likely a captain.
While he started to take off his pants his squad made a few comments ranging from slight disapproval to calling dibs on second round.
Orochimaru was conflicted. On one side, if he left he could live to fight another day and revive his parents one day. While he tried to convince himself that it was the right thing to do a sickening feeling rose in his gut, and he knew he would become a monster himself if he didn't help this girl that reminded him of himself.
About thirty seconds later as the leader finished getting his legs free of his armor, two steel balls connected by a razor thin wire flew from a pile of rubble. As it zipped past the man looked on in wonder, wondering why the sky was becoming darker and bigger. Then he saw his legs fall to their knees and realized with startling alacrity that he had been bisected.
The three fully armored shock troopers weren't standing still. As soon as the wire flew out, they opened fire on the point of launch. An explosion of rubble was seen after two waves of sharpened steel flew from their cannons. The trooper with the napalm launcher aimed it at the girl and called out.
“Come out with your hands up or the girl dies!” The hostage was laying on her back, half coated in the blood of her first attacker and near rapist. She looked upwards with wide, shock filled eyes and didn't respond to the situation around her.
When no one stepped out, the man went to pull the trigger. Suddenly a lance of stone burst from the ground, puncturing the man through his napalm tank. As the liquid fire leaked out across the ground, one of the troopers ran out of the way, heading up hill to avoid a painful death. Even with his armor protecting him, the liquid would melt the steel and ruin his mobility. Against an earth user that would mean instant death.
The other soldier was not as lucky. He turned to blast the hostage and saw the wave of fire roll over his feet. As he turned to get out of the death trap a dome of earth wall burst around the prone girl, protecting her from the blast his teammate let off.
Having given up on using the girl to their advantage, the men turned near back to back. Allowing the dome to cover their exposed angle.
When they felt a burst of chakra behind them, they both dropped. The soldier who stepped in the napalm spill was too slow however, and ended up with a stone spike out of his chest.
The last solder closed his eyes and asked for forgiveness from Kami. He knew that he was screwed, this ninja obviously knew what he was doing and pulled off the surprise attack with extreme skill.
The last thing he felt was a sharp pain in his chest, and then nothing more.
The girl was still staring up wards, the blood dripping down her face and soaking her shirt. It had been a nice light blue dress, now it was stained purple just like her hair. Then she noticed her vision wasn't dark anymore. The dome had receded into the ground, and her savior stood above her.
Having his back to the sun caused his face to be covered in shadow, but he had long hair, and a slim form. He was holding out his hand, so she slowly grabbed it and was softly helped to her feet.
Still a little shaky, she almost fell. on her feet. Before she could even start falling she was picked up and set on his shoulders. He started walking, and seemed to be waiting for her to say something.
“Thank you for saving me Angel-san.” the girl said cutely. The man scratched his head, with a pale skinned hand.
“You just saw me kill four men, why am I an angel?” the man asked, sounding as if he was asking an equal rather than teaching a child.
“Because Angels save innocent people, and if they get covered in the blood of people with a tainted heart in the process it just means they're dedicated.” said the girl as if it were the simplest thing in the world.
The man would continue to ask questions until the girl fell asleep, and after she woke up in a village known as Konoha.
---9:54 PM – 2/27/7855 ABT – Konoha, R&D Lab, Director's office---
Orochimaru sat at his desk looking at files. In the dim light most would have trouble reading the reports on progress and expenditures. He didn't though. About two and a half years ago his sole apprentice had made her very first creation.
She called them VISION, short for Vision Improving Short Implant Ocular Nerves, which allowed the human body to interface with various prosthetic eyes in a fashion that would enhance vision rather than reduce it.
The problem with synthetic eyes had been that the human body had a delayed response to the data gathered. Her invention eliminated that problem with a connection that allowed for super-human movement tracking and recognition.
Another month of development and they had created incredible synthetic eyes that were deemed a good idea to just get rather than only if you lose your natural eyes.
They hadn't caught on until their first test subject, Minato Namikaze, learned the Burst Step at age 4. This was the youngest any non-Uchiha had ever learned it.
Since then both he and Anko had swapped out their eyes. The rate Anko learned at was frightening. In just four years she was already out-performing people with 20 years of experience. Orochimaru figured that if she kept it up for another decade, they would be at an equal level.
While it was somewhat depressing having a student learning faster than him, he was proud of her first and foremost.
“Teacher, you realize your desk is on fire right?” Snapping out of his trip down memory lane, Orochimaru realized that his desk was on fire. He kicked it over, ran to the wall and grabbed his the fire extinguisher.
After spraying it and watching it grow larger he realized who warned him and quickly dispelled the Genjutsu on his desk. His eye twitched as Anko literally rolled on the ground laughing.
“I thought all my reports were burning! Stop doing that!” He yelled. Anko got up quickly and gave him a pointed look. It was one that made him want to back into a wall despite the obvious difference in strength and rank being in his favor.
“Then tell me why you've been staying up all night these last few days! You keep avoiding the question! If it wasn't me you could have died there! You're sleepy, sloppy and being stupid! Just tell me!” Anko yelled. By the end of her shouting Orochimaru realized he was cowering on his ass against the wall.
“Fine! The prison is running low on inmates to use as phase alpha through gamma test subjects. You know that we can't operate without anyone to test our inventions on.” explained Orochimaru.
“I've been looking at all of the possibilities, and I might need to use civilians. I wanted you to have plausible deniability.” Orochimaru finished. Anko immediately punched him in the face.
“ANGELS DON'T HURT INNOCENTS! YOU WOULD BE NO BETTER THAN THOSE MISSING NIN THAT KILLED YOUR PARENTS IF YOU DID THAT!” Anko shouted. She had tears streaming down her face while she kicked him in the shin for added emphasis.
Orochimaru was shell-shocked, having expected her to be touched that he was trying to protect her he wasn't prepared to dodge the punch. The words that followed caused him to really think. Maybe he was tired. The kick got him to look up at her. She took a deep breath in an attempt to calm down.
“Let's think about this reasonably. What was the problem with capturing bandits rather than killing them?” Anko asked. Seeing the look of realization on his face caused her to face-palm hard enough to give herself a bloody nose.
“You didn't think about bandits?” She asked, dumbfounded. How could someone so smart overlook something so simple?
Orochimaru hopped to his feet and hugged her.
“What would I do without you?” he asked fondly.
“Fall down the path of madness and betray all of your core values while turning into what you hate most.” answered Anko in a voice that he remembered hearing from on his shoulders.
“Then I guess I chose a good student.” Orochimaru said lightheartedly. They both laughed, and slept in until 3 pm the next day.
-Flashback end-
The next year had been a flurry of events. While the war still raged, they continued to stay in Konoha most of the time doing continued research and development work. It ended up paying off when he created his greatest invention yet: A serum of eternal youth.
While it sounded magical, it was far more mundane than that. It basically added a nucleus back into all of the nerve cells in the body. That allowed them to reproduce like normal cells and avoided the repercussions that came with recreating them.
Generally medical techniques would easily be able to heal wounds again and again with no issue by regenerating the cells. However the nerve cell could not reproduce naturally and thus had to be created from scratch. Inexperienced medics would cause cells to go cancerous more often than not, and even good ones had it happen once in a while.
Cancer would be spread quickly because of how medical techniques worked, so it became a last resort to heal major wounds without an experienced medical ninja leading the procedure.
With this new serum however, one could be healed without worry. This allowed one to use these techniques without worry. It also caused one to be able to use medical jutsu to bring their body back to its peak condition.
There were unavoidable problems however. The only way to properly distribute the serum was through the Chakra network. This caused a damaging effect that made one permanently lose a maximum Chakra equal to that of an average Rookie Special Jonin.
It also made it impossible to further expand their Chakra pools. While with gained wisdom or strength the ratio of spiritual and physical chakra can be changed, the maximum Chakra one has after the procedure is the most one will ever have again.
The invention was what enabled Sarutobi to be the second Hokage until he gave the seat to Minato at the old age of 95. He and his long-time comrade and partner Danzo were still the two of the strongest ninja in the village at 98.
Later in December of that same year he and Anko started dating. While she was young, she was also a ninja and therefore an adult. She was also far more mature than people many times her age. Like Jiraiya.
Orochimaru grimaced at that thought, he really shouldn't make jokes at Jiraiya's expense right now. On the other hand he thought, maybe he should so Jiraiya feels more at home or something?
Orochimaru had never been very good at interpersonal relationships, and it showed now more than ever. At least that's what he thought. He was still smart enough to realize that everyone but Anko got freaked out by him. Even his teammates mentioned it from time to time.
He and Anko finished dressing and ate a small breakfast of eggs and bacon. They set the plates down by the sink to clean later, so that they could help Jiraiya and Tsunade mourn.
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This is the first chapter detailing the fallout of chapter one. I felt this would be a good place to cut it, because I need to ask my readers a question: Would you rather see the next chapter continue the Konoha side of things, or alternate between Konoha and Kyuubi/Naruto?
I'll leave that one up to the readers.
A few things:

1) I posted this on both Adult Fan Fiction and Your Fan Fiction, so if you prefer one or the other you can read on your choice of site. Regular Fan Fiction dot Net is obviously out.
2) If you read on Adult Fan Fiction, check the forums for my review thread. Since I cannot respond to reviews with a built-in feature, I'll just quote the review and respond there. Once again, same username.
3) To people who have asked or will ask about Naruto's power level and development: He will be strong and on the high end of the developmental spectrum. He won't be able to defeat Jonin right and left any time soon, and even a Chunin would mop the floor with him when he first enlists.
4) I will show a more realistic view of the world in this. (At least in my opinion.) Ninja will no longer be the general combat types, they will be specialists. When a job is needed that cannot be accomplished with sending Samurai, archers or shock troops at it the ninja's are called.
The difference between ninja and the other troops is that the other troops are very similar. Sure one shock trooper has a napalm launcher versus a cannon, but their training, fighting and jobs are almost identical.
Ninja on the other hand need to have someone ready for a niche at any given time. If you need someone to sneak in and take the information in your Emperor’s head, you call up a Yamanaka, if you need to take out a rouge Yakuza boss you call up Kakashi and if you need to stall a contingent of archers and samurai you call Kurenai.
Since a ninja focuses on a particular subject, they generally are only able to win fights from the shadows or in advantageous positions. The only reason Orochimaru won the fight earlier is because he never showed himself. A single hit from that cannon would have killed him without a doubt.
5) Lastly I want to mention that violence won't be added without reason. I won't show a rape scene just because I want to shock people. I believe that a character is defined through actions, and I'm pretty sure you get the feeling about Kyuubi's level of compassion in the first chapter.
I don't need to tell you he's evil because you saw how he acted, how he spoke and how he thought. If I told you, the reader, that he's just misunderstood, and is really a good person at heart you wouldn't believe me because one is defined by their actions rather than simple words.
Second chapter done, third is on its way. Give me your opinions on what goes in chapter 3, and I'll try to get it done.
Until next time,

-KishinoKurobi
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