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Chapter Twenty-Two
Frigid Confrontation

April 6, 2010

“Naruto, I understand, and I share your concern, but unfortunately I can’t send you to Suna right now,” Kakashi murmured, “We’re short handed as is and with you gone it’d be the equivalence of losing a full team. I’m sorry Naruto, Kurama, but I need you here.”
‘He’s right.’ Kurama rumbled within the confines of his head, ‘Let it go, Naruto.’
Blonde brows drew down in frustration. Naruto crossed the small distance between him and broad oak desk, hands slapping onto the hard surface as he leaned forward.
“So we’re just gonna leave him out there and not even try and find him?”
“Hold on a second,” his former teacher said, “That’s not what I said. We can’t afford to send you but that doesn’t mean we won’t send someone to investigate.”
Slightly mollified, the disgruntled jonin straightened, folding his arms over his chest.
“Since the conclusion of the war, the Five Great Nations, along side a number of others, have agreed to disband the practice of capture the bijuu, however, the temptation of their power cannot be over looked.”
Reaching for a short stack of papers next to him, Kakashi pushed them over to the younger nin. Naruto picked up the documents, blue orbs moving silently over the pages as the Hokage spoke again.
“We’ve kept tabs on the bijuu and have already received reports from Suna about the disappearance. After the war, Shukaku settled in a desert not far from Sunagakure. The people and bijuu have lived in peace since the move, however, several days ago Shukaku began behaving strangely,” he explained, “He wandered through a few villages, tearing down buildings and injuring citizens. The immediate conclusion was that he’d gone back to his destructive waves, but after the victims were interviewed by Suna shinobi it was discovered that Shukaku hadn’t gone after a single person.”
Worry unfurled as Naruto turned the page and continued reading.
“They described him as unresponsive and unaware of his surroundings, moving as if in a trance. The buildings he smashed, the people he hurt just happened to be in the way. A few villagers followed him but were forced to end the pursuit when he crossed into what’s known as the Desert of No Return. The Land of Wind has long since forbidden entry into that desert because those that go in, don’t come out. They stood watch at the boundary until he disappeared.”
Naruto sat the papers back on the desk.
“Even if I could afford to send you,” Hatake continued, “It’s still not a viable solution.”
“So how can we send someone to investigate if we can’t go in, ‘ttebayo?”
“Shino has already been dispatched to Suna. His insects may be able to survive in the tough conditions of the desert and shed some light on Shukaku’s disappearance.”
“Shino?” Naruto repeated, face lined with confusion, “I thought he was going to switch over to the academy.”
“He’s postponed his transition until the country returns to some state of normality.”
A level of tension left Naruto’s shoulders. He would rather go himself, but at least it was something.
It wasn’t going to just be swept under the rug.
Kakashi sat forward in his chair.
“Naruto, we’re going to do everything we can to find out what happened to Shukaku, but I need you to focus on what’s here in front of you. As soon as I have more information, you’ll be the first to know. Deal?”
Sit back and wait, something he had always struggled with. He really didn’t want to be left out of the search, and while he knew Shino was a good fit for scouting the dangerous area, he couldn’t help but feel that he needed to be out there doing something.
‘It’s enough for now, kid.’
Naruto released a silent breath.
“Alright, Kakashi-sensei.”
Naruto left the Hokage tower hopeful but with grave misgivings. He trekked along the streets of Konoha, mulling over the new information. His earlier optimism of a benign explanation had essentially been shattered with the unsettling revelation of the tanuki’s strange state of mind during his disappearance. Kurama’s insistence that the tan bijuu had met his end was beginning to carry more weight. He was more than a little concern about Shukaku, but the report also had him worried for his other bestial friends. Something had drawn the sand spirit to that forbidden place. The song Matatabi had told them Shukaku heard.
If a single melody had been enough to lure one bijuu, what was to stop it from enthralling another.
The thud of a closing door brought him from his morose thoughts.
He glanced over at the source, cerulean orbs recognizing the dark haired man descending the steps of the intelligence department head quarters.
His mind turned to another important matter.
“Oi! Shikamaru!” he shouted, flagging down his brooding friend.
Shikamaru looked up, shoulders sagging in anticipatory exasperation a moment later when he locked eyes with the source of the call. The Nara Clan head waited impatiently while Naruto crossed the distance between the two men.
“I can’t give you any details, Naruto.” Shikamaru huffed the moment the blonde reached him.
Naruto frowned.
He knew, with the Anbu involved, details would probably be scarce, but much like the Shukaku situation, he’d held out hope that his girlfriend’s mission wasn’t as secretive as it seemed.
Maybe Kurama had a point about blind optimism.
“I know that, dattebayo,” he replied, “I’m not asking for specifics, I just wanted an idea of how dangerous it is.”
Shikamaru sighed.
“I can’t really give you an answer to that either. I don’t know how much trouble she might run into, but she’s not alone on this mission. Two of the best Konoha has to offer went with her. That’s all I can tell you.”
Naruto sighed as well.
That wasn’t really going to help him sleep tonight.
xxxxxx
April 7, 2011

“Unexpected, but not unwelcome.” Toneri commented.
The silver haired Otsutsuki puppeteer stood in front of the plexiglass window, blue orbs watching the rapidly crumbling sand spirit. The tree’s melody had waned, contented with the meal wrapped within its fleshy branches.
“With the extra chakra she will incubate much sooner.” Toriyama murmured, pressing pale hands to the glass, “Has Hinata reached the castle yet?”
“Not yet, but soon.”
Toriyama glanced over at the other male.
“How do you suppose they ended up in that area in the first place?” he pondered aloud.
Toneri shrugged.
“Coincidence?” the puppeteer responded, his tone dry, “Perhaps we’ve sprung a leak. Your rough handling of our little scientist could very well have sowed the seeds of vengeance. Not to mention he doesn’t seem too happy that you are wearing his brother’s body.”
Toriyama grinned, eyes alight with amusement as he smoothed back the hair of the dead man he resided inside.
“Perhaps I have gone a bit far.” he conceded with a chuckle.
Toneri glanced over his shoulder at the bespectacled male typing furiously behind his computer.
“Whether he is the leak or not, Myoku has instructed us to continue as planned.”
The order wiped the merriment from the body snatcher’s face.
“Continue as planned?” he echoed, “what the hell does that brat think will happen if someone other than an enthralled bijuu stumbles into the lab?”
“He has a contingency plan.”
“What good is a contingency plan if you don’t weed out the initial source of the breech.”
“You use the breech to further your own gain.” Toneri replied.
Toneri fell silent, ice blue orbs glowing. Toriyama waited, watching the other male expectantly.
“They’ve reached the village.” Toneri reported after a moment.
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The town was deserted.
An ancient relic of the past.
Crumbling buildings long since abandoned, the untended earth scorched and a scattering of rusty ninja tools left behind. After a thorough sweep with the piercing gaze of the Byakugan, the trio separated in effort to cover more ground. Hinata wandered the ghost town with a combination of unease and curiosity. Exploring lopsided homes and the grungy shell of deteriorating shops. She examined gritty possessions of the former inhabitants, sneezing and ducking spider webs as she trudged from one structure to the next.
Patting away the dirt on her hands and mission gear hours later, Hinata left the suffocating confines of one particularly dusty pottery shop and out into the fresh air. The false sun sat low in the cloudy sky, paining the billowing fluff with streaks of orange.
She ambled down a worn path behind the shop, brittle grass crunching beneath her booted feet. A pile rubble and the skeletal remains of an unknown edifice sat at the end of the path.
Lilac eyes traced the broken stone, noting the blackened edges that denoted the remnants of an explosion.
Soft foot steps whispered behind her.
“There’s a mountain of skulls in one of the buildings,” Eiko announced, plucking a dusty kunai from the ground as she walked over to the dark haired Hyuuga, “Lots of kunai on the floor and embedded in walls.”
Hinata glanced back at the masked woman as she approached, then turned back to the low charred wall.
“There was a fire here. There’s places like this all over the village,” Hinata murmured, “there must have been a battle here, perhaps a war.”
“Looks that way.” Eiko agreed, moving to stand at her side.
“Hinata.”
Sou dropped a few feet from the women, his burly form crossing the dry flaky grass.
“Find anything?”
The dark haired Hyuuga shook her head.
“Nothing,” she replied, “I’ve scanned the area with my Byakugan but I don’t see anything that would be missed by someone without my kekkei genkai.”
“There’s a building north of here that has some strange text and statues, you may pick up something there.”
Sou backtracked, trekking back the way he’d come, the two kunoichi trailing behind. Hinata glanced around the empty settlement as they walked, lilac eyes tracing the hollowed structures and seared remnants of a war torn village. The eerie, permeating hush of a ravaged town brought a chill to her spine. She shivered, running her hands over bare arms pebbled with goosebumps as they stopped before a towering edifice. Cracked stone, singed walls and a collapsed ceiling, the withering cathedral was indistinguishable from the tattered village in which it wilted.
The looming doors creaked as Sou forced them further apart, a resounding boom echoing as the splintering wood cracked against the walls.
Inside, a stiff, howling draft whistled through the gaping holes above, small beams of light illuminating the dust ridden room. Hinata carefully scanned the enclosure. Grungy pillars, bell shaped carvings and a three eyed, horned statue. The chipped sculpture sat center at the far end of the room, silently menacing in the gloomy room, made even more so by the deep jagged chunk of stone missing from its mouth.
“’Ancient oath, crossing the path of humanity, like all else’,” Eiko read aloud, “’The fist of the Tensei Eye, the reborn moon, will destroy man’.”
“Tensei Eye?” Hinata repeated.
“Have you ever heard of it?” Sou asked.
Hinata shook her head.
Icy fingers wandered up her spine as stepped closer to the statue.
‘Byakugan Princess.’
The whispered words glided inside the confines of her mind. Her Anbu companions tensed as the ground rumbled and shook. The great hall heaved and a stone panel of the floor slid away. Straightening, Sou moved to the yawning opening, peering into the darkness below.
“Hidden passage.” he murmured.
Eiko padded over to a rickety table lining an adjacent wall. Two lanterns caked in dust and spider webs sat atop the scratched surface. They waited while the masked kunoichi fiddled with the lighting devices. Moments later, the decrepit cubes flared to life, bathing the room in warm fulvous light. Sou grabbed one of the beacons and led the way into the dreary depths. Hinata slid cold hands over her arms, unease skating along her flesh, the old stairs creaking beneath her. Sou strode further into the sunken space, raising the torch. Flickering firelight burned away the obscure gloom. Rows upon rows of dome shaped graves materialized as the darkness parted.
“A burial site.” Eiko murmured.
“Someone’s coming!” Hinata exclaimed.
The masked nin tensed, peering into the murkiness beyond the pods. Slinking from the shadows was an old, shaggy haired man wrapped in dark robes. He teetered unsteadily, frail shoulders hunched as he lumbered towards the trio.
“That Byakugan.” the man whispered.
“Who are you?” Sou demanded.
“I sense the Byakugan.” he murmured.
Hinata stiffened, hands rising as her body dropped into a stance of defence.
“She’s here, I’m certain of it,” the elderly man breathed, “Byakugan Princess.”
Eiko gripped the hand of one of her blades, muscles taut as the man took two more ambling steps before halting. His eyelids lifted, revealing empty eye sockets. His haggard frame strained, bent and quaked, a groan of pain rumbling from his chest. He straightened, the action stunted and stiff, moments before his jaw dropped open and a luminous sphere slowly emerged from his throat. His mouth widened, the stretching of his jaw inhuman and unnatural.
The man collapsed as the ball pushed passed his lips and floated towards the shocked group. Blinding light filled the room, its burning glow dragging the dark haired Hyuuga to another time and place.
A vivid scene of two marching armies and a towering sphere of destructive power unfurled in her mind’s eye. Two sides of the same Clan stood in opposition of each other across a vast battlefield. The glowing sphere mounted atop a wooden pedestal radiated an intense beam of light that swept across one side of the two combatants. The ground shook as scorching fire consumed the battalion, leaving drifting gusts of dust and a sea of dead bodies in its wake.
Reality returned in a whirl of sensation, the whiplash dizzying and disorientating. Hinata staggered, her trembling legs struggling to keep her upright.
Eiko moved, wrapping an arm around her waist.
“The Tenseigan has been revived.” the man murmured seconds before his body crumbled.
Rotting flesh and the repugnant scent of death filled the chamber as shiny liquid pooled around his broken form.
“It must be stopped,” the dismembered corpse continued, “ The Otsutsuki…”
The twisted pile of remains lapsed into silence.
xxxxxx
Sasuke strode calmly through the yawning darkness, turning his thoughts from the burdensome, pervasive aura threatening to drive his mind towards panic. Inky black orbs swept the endless shadows, his calculated glance spawning a wash of color. Vibrant pigmentation exploded, transforming the shadowy world into a remnant of the distant past.
In the months passed, the one armed Uchiha had dedicated countless hours exploring, learning and manipulating the alien transmission confiscated from the deceased Otsutsuki that had crossed his path.
An Otsutsuki he could now put name to.
Yasunari.
Kaguya’s sibling.
A younger brother bent on his sister’s capture.
The bits and pieces he was able to glen through one sided transmissions were slowly forming a bigger, more complex picture. One where the seizure of Kaguya had once been imperative. A vital goal of Yasunari and those that aligned with him. What he wanted with the destructive female was not entirely clear. Sasuke had assumed the God Tree she protected was what the two siblings feuded over and yet, it seemed more complicated than that. Yasunari hadn’t just wanted the Tree.
He had wanted her too.
Pursuing her through dimension with a dogged determination that bordered on fanatic desperation.
Terror, twisting anxiety had lined the younger Otsutsuki’s face on many of his communications with his fellow extraterrestrial Clan members. The naked fear and palatable urgency seemingly reciprocated by the obscured recipient on the other end of the virtual messages.
Sasuke wanted to know what Kaguya had that her Clan was keen to recover.
He turned his mind back to the new transmission forming as radiant fingers of color painted a holographic scene.
Yasunari emerged from the hollow space, his white eyes fierce. His usual immaculate garb was charred in a few places and askew in others. Traces of green blood smeared his lower lip and stained the fabric of his robes.
He lumbered forward, arm wrapped around his ribs.
“She’s retreated to one of her dimensions. Don’t let her escape!” he barked, the tremor in his voice echoing in the empty space of the virtual world.
Sasuke’s eyes narrowed as several blocks behind the hologram began to fall away, the widening gap instantly identifiable.
A gateway to another dimension.
“Go! Hurry! I will follow when I am able.”
Sasuke stepped forward, his unhurried gait taking him through the hunched over alien. The projection distorted as he passed, Yasunari’s racing heart loud in his ears, his gut wrenching fear prickly against the silent Uchiha’s skin. The left behind emotions retreated as the two separated again. Sasuke paused at the blackened hole in reality, girding himself for the coming journey.
He inhaled a muted breath before stepping through.
The ensuing darkness was brief, the dizzying sensation of movement fleeting. He gritted his teeth and braced himself as the world righted.
Blistering, arctic wind cut like blades against his flesh. Sasuke pulled his cloak closed as red and purple orbs traced the white tipped mountains and leisurely falling snow. The wintry dimension boasted tall glaciers, bitter cold and miles upon miles of hills made of frost. His eyes narrowed, piercing gaze peering out into the ivory distance. A winding palace sat perched atop a frosty cliff composed of solid ice, the underside of the curved precipice adorned with long, shiny icicles. The castle was constructed with high stone walls, delicately carved columns and a dome roof surround by sharply sculpted towers reaching high into the cerulean recess of the cloudless sky.
Dark brows lowered.
Sasuke pulled at his cloak again, then began the trek across the snow covered ground. The powdery substance gave way beneath his boots, crunching under his feet and sucking him ankle deep in the chilly pile.
His face felt brittle by the time he scaled the snowy banks. The tips of his fingers were painfully numb, his softly heaving lungs blowing milky puffs of fog past his lips and a tenuous, involuntary shiver had taken residence in his sinewy form.
The imposing doors were caked in frost, the frozen moisture glinting.
Parting his cloak with a black gloved hand, Sasuke gripped the looped handle. He pulled, the muscles of his arm contracting, straining as he separated the double portals. Ice cracked, shattered, raining frost and glinting crystals. The door screamed on hinges stiff from disuse and gelid temperatures stationed well below zero.
Inside, inky shadows and a high curved ceiling. The stone entry was lined with columns, narrowed from the double doors before stretching into a massive rotunda. He glanced around the hushed room before turning to close the doors.
Shutting out the whistling blizzard.
Sasuke walked down the hall, his gaze moving to and fro as he moved. He looked up at the high circle above head, the hairs at his nape standing on end as he did so. A burly white figure launched across the empty gray confines of the great hall.
Sasuke lunged backwards, clearing the distance of the room as the floor exploded.
Billowing smoke threaded through the pillars, bits of rock tumbling from overhead.
Palace doors at his back, Sasuke unsheathed his sword, watching silently as the heavyset Otsutsuki straightened, bright crimson kanabo clutched in big meaty fists. The towering extraterrestrial was garbed in a ashen blue, high collard shirt, gray pants and black shoes turned up at the tips. A gray sash encircled his bulging waist while a matching swath of cloth draped over the top of his head and right eye. A single horn protruded from the opening above his left eye and bluish-gray hair topped his cranium and upper lip.
“You’re in the wrong place, human.” the pale male informed him.
“Who are you?” Sasuke asked.
“Hmph,” the other male scoffed, “As ignorant as you are weak, Sasuke Uchiha.”
Lavender and crimson eyes narrowed, unease skating down his back. He’d come across only two Otsutsuki, one he helped seal away, the other long dead. He had never crossed paths with the male before him, of that he was certain.
“I am Kinshiki,” he continued, “You are lucky, puny human. I have my orders. You are of more value to Momoshiki-sama and Toju-sama alive. However…”
The Otsutsuki paced forward, stepping unhurriedly from the crater his initial attack created.
“Our fight need not end in death. Painting the walls with your blood will be payment enough for suffering your lowly presence.”
xxxxxx
So there’s going to be some changes. The chapters are going to be shorter because I’ve added my other story Cold back to the update cycle. Lot of people on Dokuga have been waiting for updates and I kind of underestimated the amount of people waiting so in response to the interest I’ve picked it back up XD With three stories going, some concessions have to be made and that means cutting back on time spent on Monster and Secrets of the Hidden Leaf. I’m busy enough as it is, so of course I add on to it, lol, but I felt bad because they’ve been waiting almost a year. Oh well, I’ll figure it out. Anyway, hope you enjoyed the chapter!
Shortcake- Thank you! I’m happy you’re enjoying the story! Hope you like the chapter and continue to find the story of interest. Thanks for reviewing!
Kenshinryuu- Yeah, I felt bad for the little sand spirit while writing it. Hope you enjoyed this chapter!
NIV- Hey! Glad to hear from you again! I loved writing the jellyfish quite a bit and am really happy you like it too! Hope you enjoyed this chapter and hope to hear from you again!
That’s all for now. Don’t forget to review and I’ll see you all in the next!
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~Sessakag
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