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WARNING: Descriptions of flesh eating and non con.
At Hatake manor …
his presence pervasive in this wing of the house; the lingering scent in the air bespoke his power, left purposely as a warning. The early arrival meant he’d be in for a time of scrutiny, thus he prepared himself. This last duty, self-imposed and unnecessarily tedious, ate up more time than expected. And though it would never be as crisp as that other servant’s, it would suffice his purposes. Pleased with himself, he walked quickly from his quarters. Only a few minutes remained in which to clean the hearth, build a fire and set out master’s brandy. But as he approached the salon he could tell … someone had beaten him to it.
Standing in the center of the room, his eyes closed, he took a deep breath, filtering out the scents still trapped inside these four walls. Master was already there, seated in his usual chair. Damn it!
He strode over quietly. Bowing before his Lord, he laid the packet on the table between the chairs and made himself comfortable at master’s right hand.
“Running behind, are we?"
"Pardon my liege."
"What have we here?” The parchment crinkled when Master gathered it up. "Last time I saw a task completion list, the Buddha was in knee britches. Were you hoping to impress Jiraiya?”
Maito hung his head mumbling, “Yes my Lord.”
“Ah … that explains why you so readily humbled yourself at my feet.”
“Lord Jiraiya was a harsh taskmaster, he demanded I remember my place and show reverence at all times.”
“Humph, well that was one lesson you haven't forgotten. Alas, I’ve been a wretchedly lenient Master, treating you as a confidant rather than a servant, I corrupted all your years of strict training--”
“Never let it be said my Lord. The fault is mine … I allowed myself to grow too familiar--”
“Maito, you never cease to amuse me, but as I have no intention of continuing conversation with the back of your head, rise and take your usual seat. Worry not, Jiraiya isn’t here to shake his finger at either of us.”
“Thank you, Master.”
“I’m certain he may call upon you at some point, but I doubt we’ll see much of him until the night of the gala. He came bearing a gift most precious; the second ingredient. After he spoke with me briefly, he dropped his bag in my father’s bedchambers and headed straight for the tertiary ritual grounds.”
“What good news my Lord, all that remains is collection of the sacrifice.”
“Tis true, that time draws nearer. Now then,” he said squinting at the parchment, “I see here the constables made quite a mess out there.”
“I will secure the area at once- -”
“No doubt Jiraiya has already erected a kekkai around the sacred grounds to throw the constables into confusion and erase the memory of its location from their minds. Here now," he said uncorking the decanter, "let us drink a toast. The workmen packed up their belongings for the final time less than two hours ago; my home shall enjoy rest for a few days and all else is going according to plan.”
Having flung the parchment into the fire, they watch it burn as the mantle clock ticks away the quiet minutes while Master and servant sit absorbed in their thoughts.
“So, how fares my chosen?”
“Dejected, my Lord …her heart is estranged from her family; she sits alone in her room, pining for your call.”
“And what of the other one?”
“Alas, his mind and spirit remain strong, but this very night will his dreams begin eating away at his confidence.”
“Excellent. Konoha is already mine and with Umino’s assistance, I shall rule supreme over the Five Great Nations.”
Running sweaty palms over cloth covered thighs, Maito turned to the master saying, “My Lord … may I speak freely?”
“Drink first … then speak.”
He reached for the snifter, nodded his thanks and drained it in one greedy gulp. And as he slowly lowered the glass to the table he said, “The shaman spoke of a snake in the thicket who will silently rise up to attenuate the wolf.”
“What need have I of a wife to pace the floors and wring her hands in worry, when I have you? Even as we speak, the Yasha are making replicas of the amulets described by our agents; the morrow’s dawn will see them returned to their places of secret. We have people working for us on the inside of the Temple … they will take care of the remaining talismans.”
“Yes my Lord, however, Umino still holds several in his possession.”
“May he enjoy his presumed triumph,” he said pouring another glass for his servant. “I will leave the retrieval of those worthless trinkets to my special guests. I trust Kinoe is acclimating them?"
"Last I saw, they'd been bathed and placed in the holding cells while Kinoe attempted to teach them something called etiquette."
"There you see, fret not Maito. The wolf has sinews of iron, able to withstand the jaws of an enfeebled snake, strong enough to snap the fangs off any serpent foolish enough to strike.”
“It is as you say, my Lord.”
“You’ve done well, and now shall you be at liberty. Six hours I grant you … go, eat your fill.”
The collar slipped from his neck as he scrambled from the chair and knelt before his Master. “You are most gracious, my Lord.”
“No Maito, I am wise. These next days are crucial … I cannot allow hunger’s pangs to drive you to distraction.”
Recherché
Through the woods, he struggled to maintain his human form as the scent of his prey wafted about him. There he stood, alone, relieving himself outside a tavern near the docks. Maito crushed a fallen branch beneath his boot as he approached him.
“Hey!” the other man slurred, “don’t I know you? Yeah … finished work at your house today. Lemme tell ya pal, it was a real bitch. You come to buy us drinks have ya?”
“No, Hiroaki … but this is a celebration nonetheless, a reward, just for you. I’d like to have you for dinner,” he said with a smile.
“Okay by me,” he said staggering closer to where Maito stood. “Need something to soak up the rotgut in my stomach anyway.”
“It’s settled. I know of an out of the way eatery, just beyond the mills. They serve the most unusual delicacies … raw liver seasoned with cheap alcohol, for example … quite tasty.”
“Begging your pardon Mister, that sounds disgusting; none for me thanks.”
“Well, there are countless tidbits for every appetite at this diner. I’m sure we’ll find something that will go right up your alley.”
“Lead on then.”
After they’d walked for a while, Hiroaki grabbed him by the elbow. “Hey, uh Mister … I know I'm a little tipsy, but I think we’re going in the wrong direction. The mills," he pointed drunkenly, "they're over that way.”
“No, I assure you we’re on the correct path, just a little further.”
“Look pal, I know these woods like the back of my hand and I'm telling ya, if we keep going, we’re gonna wind up in the middle of the woods.”
“Precisely. No one will hear your screams out there.”
"Eh? What’s there to scream about?" He turned to see Maito’s eyes, yellow with black slits. “What the … what the hell are you?”
“A wolf, Hiroaki … a very hungry wolf.”
The other man sobers quickly and takes off on a stumbling run into the forest; Maito allows him the head start, grinning as he watches him trip and fall several times. But out there in the woods, lupine howls ring about him, boxing him in and forcing him toward a clearing as he frantically searches for a way out.
“Welcome to my private diner,” Maito said as he stood behind him. “And would you look at this, my meal is presented hot and sweaty, just the way I like it.”
Hiroaki turned at the voice. “The foreman put you up to this didn’t he? I cussed him out in the tavern and now he’s sent you to frighten me. Alright, take off that stupid mask, you’ve had your fun. I pissed my pants too ... ya happy now?"
“Not just yet,” he said flinging the hapless man against the spiny bark of a tree near the weald; with a swipe of his powerful claws, Hiroaki's shirt is ripped from his body.
“Hey now, you're taking the joke too far. Stay back!”
“Afraid I couldn’t stay away if I tried. The smell of your corpulence and the sound of the blood rushing in your veins beckons me closer.” Another swipe of his paws tears Hiroaki’s pants to shreds.
“Should have known, you were standing there, watching me piss … you’re some kinda freak aren't ya?"
Maito clucked his tongue and shook his head. “Insulting the one who holds you captive,” he said as he transformed before the frightened eyes of his prey. “Extremely poor judgment old man.”
Roughly turned about and slammed face first into the tree, searing pain burns through his bowels as something hot, barbed and harder than steel forces itself inside his body, ripping him apart. “It is unwise to struggle. You cannot escape me and the pain will not lessen,” Maito husked against his ear. “You will bear it … mayhaps it will be over soon."
Tears ran down his cheeks as the beast rutted into him. He prayed that he might lose consciousness, that this memory would not follow him to hell, to no avail. Desperate, he screamed louder, hoping someone might come to his rescue. In return, it seemed the howls which drove him to this place were coming closer.
At last, a grunt of completion sounded behind him and the beast flung him to the center of the clearing.
“Now that I've worked up an appetite,” Maito grinned as he stood over him, “I think I’ll start with something small and chewy.” He bent down and ripped Hiroaki’s erect penis from its root. “Yes, this should do nicely. And these” he said, yanking at his testes, “these will provide an interesting texture.”
Popping the morsels into his mouth, the bleeding man watched tiny trails of blood gush out and drip along the maws of the beast. After swallowing down the tasty treats, he said, “Why, Hiroaki, providing a fountain of red sauce for my entrée of ribs,” laughing now, Maito’s paw tore through his chest, “how thoughtful.”
The last sounds Hiroaki hears as he begins his descent into eternal flames, was the cracking of bones, the tearing of muscle and cartilage to suck out the marrow; the last sight Hiroaki sees is of several monsters gathered about him, pieces of his flesh dangling from their sharpened teeth.
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