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Chapter Twenty-Three
Fear

April 7, 2010

The door creaked.
Languid lids raised a sliver, sleepy blue orbs blinking sluggishly in the pitch-blackness of the bedroom. Ino groaned, swiping latent moisture from her tired eyes as her bleary gaze swung to the fiery red, illuminating numbers slicing through the darkness. Her drowsy mind struggled to make out the projected time on the digital clock.
2:14 am.
Blonde brows creased when another creak reached her ears. A small current of unease coiled, tingling warning signs of alarm slithering up her spine before easing as the covers shifted.
Tension leeched from her shoulders.
Sai was home.
An increasingly rare occurrence, but one she welcomed whole wholeheartedly.
She missed him.
Missed his awkward, hilarious and usually incorrect assessments of social situations.
His beautiful sketches and the subtle tranquil expression that graced his face when ink met paper.
The warmth and safety of his arms.
Arms that were curling around her slender form even now.
The fine hairs at her nape stood on end, goosebumps pebbling her flesh.
Confusion bloomed, muting the contentment that usually followed an embrace by the former Root nin.
The body pressed to her spine felt really…cold…
Frigid.
Heated lips pressed against the back of her neck, the gentle smooch achingly familiar, turning her thoughts from his low body temperature. A shiver of desire slithered through her body as the soft pecks met the sensitive skin below her ear, traced her bare shoulder, trailed down her upper arm before reversing course.
“Ino.” he breathed against her ear.
His husky murmur igniting a flame of lust. Seeking hands slipped beneath the soft cotton of her tank top. Chilly fingers finding her nipples. Ino shuddered, the glacial sensual caress conflicting, stirring and cooling her ardor.
“Your hands are cold, Sai.” she complained on a soft moan.
The abrupt pinching of the harden peaks ripped the grievance from her mind. It felt as if years had passed since they’d made love. Long before her assignment of traipsing through the muck that was a jubokko’s mind, Sai’s new position and duties had whittled away their time together. Ending the date nights they shared on Friday, the one sided chatter over breakfast she loved, and the finger painting sessions that often led to gentle loving. In place of the beautiful days their relationship spawned, Ino found herself all alone at night with nothing but the nerve racking aftermath of the horrors she’d witness in the psyche of humans turned monsters. Sai being home was rare enough, intimacy was even more so.
Hot, cold or in between she’d take what she could get.
She needed him.
Physically.
Emotionally.
She wanted to feel safe and cared for in a way she hadn’t felt in a while.
To bask in the shelter and protection of the person she loved more than anything.
The last few day had been tough and while she appreciated Sakura’s support, Naruto’s concern, Shikamaru’s careful monitoring and everyone else that wanted to help, her lover’s presence was a soothing balm to her frayed nerves and gut wrenching worry.
Calmed and reassured her on a deeper level that mere friendship, as wonderful as it was, could never reach.
Her stomach clenched, breath stealing tugs of her nipples forcing her back to the here and now. Twisting arousal answered the erotic pulling, thighs squeezing together as her body roared to life. She shifted, half turning to find his mouth with hers. Seeking fingers running through the inky black strands of his hair. Ignoring the cool temperature of the scalp beneath her digits, Ino delved between lips that were warm, moist, welcoming and eager. Focusing on the heat they generated.
Twin palms groped, gripping the soft mounds beneath her shirt before rolling their hardened peaks with the rough pads of his thumbs.
“God Sai, it’s been so long.” Ino gasped, tongue sliding over his.
Her hips moved, scantily clad buttocks searching and finding the the hardened length of his cock. Frigid hands slid over her ribs, down her stomach, skimming the frilly laced waistband of her panties.
A tremor traced her spine, goosebumps again pricking her skin.
Her brows furrowed, mouth hovering uncertainly over his.
His hands.
They were growing colder.
Akin to ice.
As though he’d been out in the snow without gloves.
The chill almost painful on her skin on her heated flesh.
She wasn’t sure if this was some sort of kinky cold touch jutsu to spice things up, or if she should be concerned about his heath. Experimenting was something they both enjoyed and a lot of times, it was spontaneous as it was now. Slipping into bed to touch her with hands, even body parts, altered by one jutsu or another was hardly brow raising and yet she couldn’t deny a curl of unease beneath the blooming lust.
It wasn’t just his hands that left her off kilter.
Something else felt off.
Something inside of him was…
Thoughts scattered as he found her clit. Sliding up, down and around the slippery bundle of nerves with methodical precision. His pace and pressure a deadly combination he was well aware drove her insane. Her fingers twisted in the short strands of his hair, a low mewl of bliss leaving her lips as his tongue blazed a wet trail from the curve of her shoulder to the delicate bones of her jaw. His fingers delved between moist folds, gathering liquid excitement before circling her pleasure button with a slippery finger. The strumming of his digit tightened her abdomen, melting her insides and shoved her towards a climax way over due. She twisted beneath the onslaught, air leaving her lungs in a breathy moan as he toyed with her dampening sex. The chill of his caress muffled by the building tension.
Sharp shards of bliss exploded in her veins, ecstasy flooding every nerve ending. Her fingers clenched in his silken mane, hips lifting and falling in a bid for better friction. His fingers quickened, the new pace driving the air from her lungs.
Quick, wild and frantic, the incredible sensation drawing wet rapture from her aching core. Panting, needing, Ino lifted a slender leg over his, the widening of her thighs spreading the dampening folds of her pussy, the silent gesture begging for more.
He obliged, circling her clit twice before filling her sex with the thickness of his fingers, the anticipated invasion leaving her body was confused.
The rapid pumping of his fingers left her awash in a sea of bliss, but the unfamiliar chill was…disconcerting.
Disturbing.
Leaving her torn on whether or not the glacial digits giving pleasure were welcome…
Her hand gripped his.
“Sai,” she breathed, “Your hands are too cold.”
The pumping halted, his tongue frozen in place beneath her jaw. Dread filled her stomach, the very air in the room humming with a undercurrent of something spine-chilling. Her lungs seized, the fine hairs along her skin standing on end.
“S…Sai…?”
She craned her neck, trying to catch his eyes.
Shadows obscured his features, leaving a vague outline of the man she knew and love. Warm hands trailed up her calves, heated palms gliding over skin with rough, painful strokes. The number of hands more than her lover possessed roving her lithe form.
Someone else was touching her.
Multiple persons with hands that burned, swipes over her skin that were scalding, a sharp contrast to the two cold hands that were beginning to tighten. Shocked, terrified blue orbs swung to the line of her body, frantic eyes unable to pierce the cloak of darkness and make out who else was in bed with them. Ino lashed out blindly, lashing out at hands unattached to bodies, her flailing form jackknifing up.
Arctic hands jerked her back. Ino fought, batting at the phantom caresses roasting her flesh, a potent combination of anger and terror filling her veins with adrenaline.
“Sai?!” she squeaked, shoving against his grip, “What is going on?! What the hell are you doing?! Let go of me!”
Arms of steel clamped down, pinning her arms to her chest. His strangling hold forcing the air from her lungs. A low growl coupled with the repugnant stench of molten breath blasted her neck moments before a wet cavern of serrated teeth sank through muscle, clamping down with the force and brutality of a raving beast. Agony, the likes she’d never felt exploded, rocking every nerve ending from crown to toe. Mind numbing pain that rattled her bones and hollowed her insides. Ino screamed, clawing at the dark head fastened to the tender curve of her neck.
Pulling, shoving with all her might in a desperate, panicked bid to dislodge her suddenly feral lover.
The monster at her back savaged her flesh, jerking and tearing, gnawing down to bone. Hot moisture coated her throat, painting her shoulders and chest in crimson. Hoarse cries of horror blared from her lips, the sounds of torment painful to her own ears. She clawed at his eyes, searching for a weak spot that would set her free. Something wet, slimy and pulsating met her fingers. Lashing out with dull nails, Ino sank fingers turned talons into the quivering mass, a bellow of rage replacing the cries of pain. An answering roar of rumbled behind her, the death grip of teeth slipping.
She tore away from the bed and the monster in it, leaving a chunk of flesh behind. She stumbled, splattering across the hard wood floors. She crawled away from the bed, slipping in hot ruby liquid, wobbling legs struggling to lift her rapidly weakening body. Using a nearby dresser, Ino pulled herself to her feet, leaning heavily on the wooden furniture, smearing scarlet hand prints along the white surface. A trembling hand clamped over the spurting wound. Wheezing between sobs, tearstained cerulean orbs swinging to the bed, roving over the features of the male she could now see clear as day.
Empty black eyes met her own.
It was him.
Sai.
His mouth and cheeks were smeared in a thick layer of crimson. Ruby droplets dripped down his chin, splattering the starkly white sheets bunched around his naked groin.
He was calm, emotionless.
Staring at her with an eerie, malevolent stillness.
The bottomless black depths she’d grown to love unfamiliar and unblinking.
Terrifying.
“Ino.”
“Its me.”
“Come back to bed.”
“Ino.”
“It’s me.”
“Come back to bed.”
It was his voice, bombarding her mind from a multitude of angles. His words originating from several place at once…
But his lips hadn’t moved.
His gaze unwavering.
The pale skin stretched over his bones grew pasty, the veins beneath his translucent flesh darkening while the blackness of his iris spread into the surrounding white. Her knees shook, the tremor spreading as a fresh gush of blood slipped between the fingers clamped over her gaping wound. Ino took a fearful step back, her naked foot splashing in the rapidly growing puddle beneath her. Lung struggling to hold air, Ino reached for chakra, the flagging energy struggling to stitch together her torn flesh, to heal a wound that refused to mend. It was like filling a bucket with a hole in the bottom. She couldn’t stem the flow of blood, couldn’t ease the pain. Her chakra going in one way and out the other.
“INO!”
Her eardrums throbbed while shaky hands tried in vein to force her medical ninjutsu to work
“IT’S ME!”
Ino slapped bloody palms over her ears.
“COME BACK TO BED!”
Bone grinding vibrations grated her skin, the booming roar twisting her guts into knots.
“INO! COME! IT’S ME!”
Something pink slithered from beneath her bed.
Terror blanked her mind. Stuck between fight or flight, muscles tensed to fight, legs poised to flee. The conflicting responses clashed, rooting her to the spot, unable to attempt either.
“INOOO, COME TO ME!!”
Fleshy branches shot from the shadowy underside of the boxspring, the sticky appendages latching onto her quaking form, burrowing beneath her skin. Ino screamed, body contorting, pulling at the thorn covered twigs tunneling beneath her flesh. Slithering, shredding the muscle beneath it, the twisting branches ripped through her body. Penetrating the soft tissue of her internal organs, tearing at the pulsating masses with horrific force. Molten fire seared her bones, agony of an unimaginable magnitude exploding in her brain as the hellish branches ripped at her insides. The metallic taste of blood coated her mouth as the life sustaining fluid filled her throat, and bubbled past her lips.
A loud, wet ripping noise filled her ears as a wave of weakness spread, her body held up by the branches sliding below her dermis. Wide blue orbs slowly moved to the source of the sound.
Unblinking, uncomprehending as she watched steaming pink flesh slink to the floor with a sickening thud, a spray of wine colored fluid joining the stringy intestines coiling on blood soaked wood. Tears traced her cheeks, her dilated eyes fixed on the sizzling entrails littering the hard surface.
Dizziness swarmed, her heart hammering against her ribcage, a sheen of cold sweat coated her skin. The world around her felt surreal, the scene in front of her somewhere outside reality.
Shock, she realized somewhere in the back of her mind.
She was in shock.
A whimper of disbelief and horror left her chest, shaking hands hovering over the gaping hole in her abdomen.
“Come to me, Ino.”
The whispered words, cloaked in the achingly familiar voice of her lover was like sandpaper against her eardrums. A sob of agony burst from her throat as she met the gaze of the stone faced male watching her disembowelment from the comfort of the mattress. His skin was sagging, slipping from his body in ropy chunks, exposing festering, postulated muscles barely clinging to charred bone and held together by stringy, quivering charcoal veins.
Ino choked, a torrent of blood streaming past here lips, the thick liquid clogging her airway.
She gagged, body heaving, tears flowing over vermilion colored cheeks as she vomited.
Spewing life sustaining liquid onto the floor.
Weakness surged, the dizzying sensation darkening her vision. The branches retracted, ripping and tearing as they slid from her body. A sharp twinge shot through her bones as her knees hit the slippery wooden floor. The impact barely penetrating the sea of torment tearing apart her soul. Blackness lapped at her senses as she careened to the side, landing hard on the unforgiving surface. The pool beneath her was warm, thick and laden with the scent of copper.
She was fading, the world around her dimming.
Could feel her life slipping away.
She was cold.
Colder than the creature masquerading as her lover.
The chill of death creeping over her still form.
The sound of something wet dragging across the floor pierced the haze. Her listless gaze moved, watching the clump of quivering organs slid across the floor. The fleshy branches retracted beneath the bed, her insides stuck to their pointed ends.
Trailing crimson fluid.
Smearing bright red over hardwood as it dragged vital chunks of her body beneath the abyss of her bed.
The darkness crept closer, narrowing her vision as the sound of sloppy feeding and ravenous growls filled the room. The horrifying noise was distant to her ears, unable to pierce the fog. The harsh pants that had filled her lungs to near bursting had slowed, fading into soft intakes of air, quiet gasps that were decreasing in frequency.
Agonizing pain was a low hum in the background, her ravaged body exhausted, incapable of reacting to its traumatized state. Her sluggish brain, bereft and cloudy wandered, retreating to the memories she’d held close to her heart. She sucked in a breath, the rattle emanating from her chest muffled to her ears while familiar faces floated to the forefront of her mind.
A smiling Sakura winked, her emerald orbs alight with rivalry.
Shikamaru’s exasperated but slightly amused visage.
The rounded, ruddy cheeks of a widely grinning Choji.
Gleaming, heartbreakingly similar blue eyes, soft with pride, set in a masculine face her grieving heart missed every single day.
Father’s eyes.
His tender expression more painful to view than the gaping wounds in her body.
And as her sight faded and her breathing slowed, Sai swam before her gaze.
Lips curling up at the corners, his smile hesitant, even a bit awkward but genuine. Ino’s own bloody mouth stretched into the semblance of a grin as the memories flooded. Replays of the days and nights she’d taught him the expressions attached to human emotions. Charmed all over again by the discomfort of his movements, filled with pride when he mimicked the expressions accurately, heartened when he used them without forethought.
“INNNNOOO!!!”
Ripped from the memory reel, Ino’s gaze tracked slowly to the bed. Sapphire orbs stretched, pupils dilating in terror, watching through a sheen of fresh tears as an unspeakable horror clawed itself from the shadows beneath her bed. Terrified, her ravaged body unmovable, Ino whimpered, trembled. A low whine of mind-numbing dread leaving her lips, soul gripping fear chipping away at her sanity.
Sticky, slimy, fleshy branches reached for her, the sharpened points gently scraping her cheeks.
“Come to me.”
Frigid branches slid over her legs, tightening painfully, sharp barbs sinking into her calves.
“Come to me…”
She screamed, fingernails carving deep groves in the wood floor as the creature dragged her away.

Ino woke screaming, crying in the dead of night, dampened flaxen hair mussed and plastered to her skin, her tank soaked through. She jackknifed, lungs heaving, her body shaking uncontrollably. A trembling hand covered her mouth as she gagged, fighting the overwhelming urge to puke. Her body shook, quaked, shuddering in the aftermath of a nightmare more real than she’d ever experience.
Long moments of deep breathing quieted her stomach and gut wrenching weeping.
She felt worn and weepy after, fear a pungent taste on her tongue as her eyes peered left and right.
Darkness, everywhere her panicked orbs looked was obscure, oppressive blackness. She gripped the sweat soaked sheets beneath her, clenching her teeth in an effort to silence the low sounds of terror escaping her throat. Unable to help herself, her terrified gaze moved to the digital clock on her bedside table. Neon red numbers filled her stomach with laden dread. Nausea churned, a cold damp sweat breaking over her skin.
2:14 am.
Her bedroom door creaked.
With a cry of unadulterated horror, Ino bolted from the bed and shot across the room, throwing open her window before leaping to the unforgiving pavement below. She stumbled, the hard landing shooting pinpricks of pain up her ankles. Ignoring the sensation, Ino she tore through the empty streets of Konoha, a tawny banner of shiny tawny hair streaming behind her. The yawning silence of the slumbering town heightening her terror. Tears leaked, coating her cheeks as mindless fear propelled her forward, the hard sidewalk and stray pebbles sending shafts of agony through the tender skin of her bare feet.
She was out of control.
Distantly aware she was in a state of hysteria but unable to stem the flow of panic, to stifle the adrenaline crashing wildly through her veins. She panted, pumping her arms, heart pounding hard enough to explode as she ran for all she was worth. Tripping over her own two feet, careening around silent buildings, her lungs struggling to draw breath between sobs of fear, raced for safety beneath the ominous glow of the glaring moon in nothing more than a tank and panties.
Creeping silhouettes frightened her.
The eerie quiet of the village paling in comparison to the looming shadows of gentle swaying trees. The stretching branches that appeared menacing, bloodthirsty to her fearful eyes.
xxxxxx
Sasuke lifted his sword, bracing his body for imminent impact.
The reverberating clang of blade meeting blade rang in his ears as the burly Otsutsuki launched across the great hall, the force rattling his bones. Sasuke dug his heels into the stone floor, the move an exercise in futility as Kinshiki drove him through the solid stone wall of the ice palace and out into the silvery snow. His booted feet slid across white coated ground, the biting wind rushing by his ears as the barreling force rammed him through a frost covered boulder and backbreaking trees before plastering him against the unyielding surface of a boulder.
Pain exploded along his spine, pinpricks agony sliding over his skin. Sasuke gritted his teeth as his straining form sank into the crumbling stone.
The rock cracked, splintering veins spreading.
Movement caught his eye.
Sasuke lifted a booted foot, blocking Kinshiki swinging blow, the muscles of his thigh screaming in protest. He twisted, knocking the lumbering alien off balance and launching from the boulder.
Sasuke flashed across the snowy ground, meeting Kinshiki blade for blade. They separated, before meeting again, trading a flurry of blows, their forms mere streaks of lightening. Explosions erupted, deep white furrows cutting across the snowy terrain, surrounding stone crumbled and the clash of steel echoed across the frosty terrain.
The clashing duo broke apart, retreating several feet apart before the towering ice palace. Red and purple orbs met milky white. Kinshiki’s brows lowered, an expression of disgust morphing his face as a trickle of blood traced the curve of Sasuke’s cheek, the warm crimson liquid doting the snow below.
“Such fragile creature, you humans.” the beefy alien sneered.
Grabbing the twin blades in a single fist, Kinshiki moved them to his back before pulling a cherry colored axe in their place.
Kinshiki tore across the wintry ground, his blade slamming into the empty space Sasuke occupied milliseconds before. Snow, ice and frozen earth exploded, aftershocks quaking, frost and smoke billowing from the ensuing crater.
The wispy fog split as Sasuke torpedoed through the cloud, sword glinting.
The sharp tip found purchase, slicing through cloth and muscle of the Otsutsuki’s bulky shoulder and out the other side. The embedded blade came to life, bright blue volts of lightening sparked, the twisting streaks crackling around the lumbering body.
A massive hand caught his throat, the crushing grip halting his air supply. Malevolent white eyes glared into his, the pale face staring back unfazed by the deadly current of electricity snapping inside his body. Sasuke clutched the meaty forearm of the strangling hand, lungs protesting the lack of oxygen. Kinshiki ripped the sword from his shoulder and tossed it out into he snow. The sword tumbled end over end before landing blade down in a pile of frost several meters away.
His grip tightened.
The screech of lightening echoed, crackling over Sasuke’s skin, the intensity increasing rapidly.
“Kinshiki-sama.”
The big male’s eyes moved, gazing just over Sasuke’s shoulder.
Using the lapse, Sasuke swung his feet to Kinshiki’s barrel chest and pushed, ripping himself from the crushing grip, sliding across the snow and snagging his embedded sword as he passed. Crouched, he panted softly, watching his opponent and newcomer with shrewd eyes.
Short silver hair, sky blue eyes and pallid skin, the robed figure hovered in air mere inches from Kinshiki. Another Otsutsuki perhaps? The presence of pupils and missing horns would suggest otherwise. Whoever, whatever he was, he was clearly aligned with the Otsutsuki alien despite his less than gracious welcome.
“That you would dare interrupt my battle is reason enough to tear your arm from your body,” Kinshiki commented, “but to do so with a puppet will cost you more than a single limb, Toneri.”
Sasuke’s gaze narrowed on the floating male.
Toneri, the other male had called him.
“I apologize, Kinshiki-san,” came the reply, “but I must ask that you withdraw and return to base.”
Blue-gray brows lowered thunderously over aggravated ivory eyes.
“You forget your place, ingrate.” Kinshiki returned.
The contempt on his burly face was palatable. Allies or not, it was clear Kinshiki found the newcomer’s presence as intolerable as he found the Uchiha’s.
“Not at all,” Toneri negated smoothly, “I simply deliver a message from Momoshiki-sama.”
Fires of ire died immediately, the undercurrent of malice dissipating as the barrel chested Otsutsuki straightened. Sweeping up his axe and sheathing it seemingly within his spine, Kinshiki turned his back to both opponent and ally. His large form rose, gliding up into the cloudless sky. Cubed pieces of blue dematerialized, forming an opening wide enough for the Otsutsuki to pass through. Without a backwards glance or the appearance of concern, Kinshiki disappeared through the portal.
Sasuke stood, sheathing his own weapon in the ensuing silence, turning red and purple orbs to the puppet levitating in the whistling wind. The battle, for all intensive purposes, seemed to be over. His mind switched gears, shifting from defense to intelligence gathering.
“Who are you?” he asked.
Sky-blue eyes rotated his way.
“Toneri Otsutsuki.”
“Otsutsuki?” Sasuke repeated, doubt coating his voice, “Your lack of Byakugan and horns would contradict that statement. Or perhaps that puppet is not made in your likeness?”
Dark lashes swept down, then up. The action was deliberate, one that could be interpreted as a subtle expression of irritation.
“Leaving Kaguya’s ice dimension is not a difficult task for a wielder of the Rinnegan,” the puppet informed him, ignoring the probing, “Your Rinnegan followed a path here, retrace its steps to return to your dimension.”
The silver haired man drifted gracefully to the snowy ground, pale robes rippling in the wind.
“The device you recovered from Yasunari,” he murmured, “its capabilities far exceeds the little you’ve been able to unlock. The information it contains, about the Otsutsuki, about your Rinnegan, is invaluable. Learn all that you can from it, Sasuke, we will make use of it in the near future.”
Sasuke’s eyes narrowed at the solicitous tone.
“’Make use’ of my Rinnegan, huh?” Sasuke repeated, a deprecating smile lifting his lips, “And you believe I’ll just follow along with whatever plans you’ve made for me?”
“Not at all,” the puppet shrugged, “Use the communicator or learn on your own. It matters little to me whether you heed my advice or not, the outcome will remain the same.”
In that regard, he could refute nothing.
Sasuke had every intention of improving and expanding the capabilities of his Rinnegan as well as investigating the communicator. What he chose to do with the results of either, however, was something that would remain at his discretion. The Otsutsuki were playing a cat and mouse game similar to the one his older brother initiated, one created to push him in the direction of someone else’s obscure goal. To manipulate him into suiting the whims of someone else.
He had no desire to be the mouse again.
“Make no mistake, Sasuke, we all have a role to play in the coming events and in order for those roles to be fulfilled, a level of proficiency with your Rinnegan is of vital importance to all parties.”
“I hate to be the bearer of bad news,” Sasuke replied, his tone suggesting just the opposite, “but mastery of my Rinnegan will not work to your advantage.”
Toneri chuckled, shiny orbs gleaming.
“Worry not, Sasuke Uchiha. I assure you, even with the power you will gain, there are greater forces that will bring you to heel.”
The puppet collapsed in a clanking of wood and a rustle of silk.
Plastic eyes snared his own.
“We will meet again, Sasuke.”
xxxxxx
Hinata stepped carefully over crumble stone, her gaze swinging up to the darkened hole of the caved in ceiling. The towering castle was in abysmal condition, more so than the villages that came before it. Charred walls, broken pillars and a dusting of soot covered what must have once been a dazzling structure housing expensive decor. The destruction was recent, taking place no more than five years prior.
Veined eyes swept the interior of the hall, piercing through walls and piles of ruble. Eiko bounded over blackened stone and overturned chairs to her left while Sou leapt up the broken staircase, heading for the top floor of a fractured tower.
Hinata left the hall, redirecting her search.
After the encounter in the tomb, her mind was honed, focused on one goal.
Find and destroy the Tenseigan.
The old man in the crypt, the souls that occupied the pod shaped graves had all been a message left behind by those who could no longer move in the world of the living. A plea she couldn’t ignore.
Hinata trekked down a long, beaten hallway, sweeping rooms as she walked before wandering into the master bedroom at its end. A towering canopy bed lay torn in half, a gaping hole splitting the dark wood floors in twine, the ceiling to floor windows shattered, jutting glass lining their edges.
A large portrait hung askew on a far wall.
The likeness paint was of a man she knew.
Her eyes narrowed, delicate muscles tensing. Hinata spun, open palm lashing out at the robbed figure standing at her back.
A hand caught her wrist.
Familiar, arctic blue orbs stared back at her.
“So its true then,” Hinata accused, “you really are one of the people behind this, Toneri-san.”
The slight upturn of his lips was answer enough.
“Hinata, it warms my heart to see you again, even if we are on opposing sides for the time being. Its been too long since I’ve stood before you. You’re even stronger now with Hamura’s chakra flowing though you, aren’t you? I can sense it, humming beneath your skin,” he murmured with relish, “exquisite.”
The comment caught her off guard, turning her thoughts back to the gravesite beneath the cathedral, the images projected into her mind from the ravaged remains of men long dead, taking her back to the spirits she’d met.
Descendants of Hamura, the slaughtered Main family of the moon based Otsutsuki Clan, emerging in place of the graves. The haggard old man that expelled the orb of light restore to great health and dignity as he spoke within the confines of the vision. Telling her of Hamura’s decree and the warping of his sacred words by the branch family. The battle that ensued and the eradication of the Main family by the branch.
Even more stunning, the revelation that Toneri, the puppeteer business partner of her father, was the last of that branch family.
Toneri Otsutsuki.
A man who had planned to carry out his clansman’s scheme to destroy “Hagoromo’s failed earth” for the weaponization of chakra. Using the power of the Tenseigan to throw the moon on a collision course with the planet. An action that would leave only Hinata and himself alive to rebuild in the aftermath, as husband and wife.
A plan he’d been determined to see through up until a handful of years ago.
Along side the deceased Otsutsuki clansmen, a man she had never thought to lay eyes on had appeared.
A legend long gone from this plane of existence.
An ancestor of hers.
Hamura.
The frail, withered old man had stood dignified and concerned, he too addressing her as the Byakugan Princess.
“Toneri no longer follows the instructions of the branch family’s twisted interpretation of my decree,” Hagoromo’s twin had informed her, “He follows the dictates of the Otsutsuki my mother, Kaguya, feared. It is unclear what their motives are, I have been unable to see beyond the confines of this tomb since their arrival. Come closer, Byakugan Princess, I will share my chakra with you for I fear you will have need of it beyond the destruction of the Tenseigan. Toneri and those he follows must be stopped.”
True to his word, and with a single touch, Hamura transferred a thrumming power that was even now, surging through her chakra network. A raging storm sweeping through one tenketsu into another.
Returning to the here and now, Hinata spun, sandalled foot aimed for the silver maned head of her enemy.
Toneri retreated, gliding backwards.
Hinata raised her hands, dropping into a stance of defense.
“Where is the Tenseigan?”
His head tilted, wintry depths shimmering. The glacial orbs glowed, a snowy white, flowery pattern unfurling along his luminescent irises.
“It is here, within these eyes.”
Milky orbs narrowed.
“You’re lying.”
A bright yellow backdrop exploded, covering the decimated bedroom. Images bled into the dome. Hinata straightened, watching as two men and Toneri stood on huge metal bars surrounding a enormous yellow orb.
“That is…”
“The Energy Vessel,” Toneri confirmed, “Sealed within, the power of Hamura’s Tenseigan, and the Byakugan of thousands of my clansmen, myself included.”
Toneri smiled in her direction.
“I was anticipating our marriage when they arrived.”
“The Otsutsuki.” she clarified, ignoring the delusional declaration attached to his statement.
A tall, willowy Otsutsuki floated towards the sphere. Long, pale blue hair, gathered in a ponytail and parted down the middle with a zigzag pattern, swayed with the transparent hagoromo veil draped over his head. Through the sheer cloth, Hinata could make out delicate, almost feminine features, short trimmed eyebrows, milky white eyes and curved horns resembling those of a bull. His white kariginu hunting robe, baggy, yet neatly pressed pants were immaculate. His dangling feet were encased in tengu-geta sandals and a black glove with sizable hole in the palm was stretched over his left hand.
Following close behind, was a larger Otsutsuki. Garbed similar, though his long sleeved, cuffed shirt and baggy pants were more of a dull gray. His head nearly completely covered by a matching swath of cloth. A single horn jutted from his forehead, shaggy bluish-gray hair adorning his crown and upper lip.
The thin, graceful alien reached out with his right hand, pressing the extremity to the globe. A brilliant light flashed before dulling slowly.
Hinata watched with wide eyes as the male drained the glow from the sphere.
The once bright Vessel became gray and listless, several cracks snaking its circumference.
The slender Otsutsuki turned, drifting back to a blind, closed eyed Toneri. Hovering in front of the branch family survivor, he opened his gloved hand.
Within his outstretched palm, mall white orbs took shape, the pair of circles unmistakable.
Eyes.
“Momoshiki-sama and Kinshiki-sama. They gave me new eyes and opened them to the truth.”
She turned from the images, back to the glowing eyes regarding her feet away.
“What truth?”
The hint of a sneer touched his mouth.
“That foolish decree is no longer of interest to me. Hamura, Hagoromo, are mere fledglings, toying around with power they knew nothing about. Parading about as great leaders of the Otsutsuki, masquerading as bone and flesh deities, ignorant of the true master of this dimension.”
“What do you mean by that? Are you talking about Cyilo?”
He blinked, the whisper of contempt leaving his lips as they smoothed into a welcoming smile. He raised a hand, extending it towards her.
“Hinata, come with me. Let me show you the truth. Allow me to open your eyes as mine were.”
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Late update, apologizes all around. What would have been my brother’s 22^nd birthday is on the 3^rd of March and the day of his death is May 9^th so as you can imagine, morale is low over here, but I have to say writing this chapter did make me feel a bit better, more like myself.
Anyway, I hope that you all enjoyed the chapter and I thank you for your patience in waiting. I wrote the Toneri part assuming the majority of readers have already watched The Last movie and understand about the moon based Otsutsuki and all the history surrounding it because to be all the way 100, I didn’t have it in me to rehash it. As far as the events of the movie go, I changed a few things around. Toneri was planning to crash the moon like in the movie but was stopped by the arrival of Momoshiki and Kinshiki and is now pursuing a different goal. That’s pretty much the gist of the changes there. If I made a mistake anywhere let me know, any errors, let me know and I’ll fix it up.
ANON - on February 24, 2018 - Thanks! I'm glad you're enjoying the story. I plan on seeing this story to the end. Hope you enjoyed this chapter and I hope to hear from you again.
Don’t forget to review and I’ll see you in the next, bye for now.
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