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The Red Spiral	By : YamiWriter Category: Naruto > General Views: 47343 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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"Anything else, Hawk?"
"No, my Lord."
"No tracks?"
"No, my Lord."
"Leave."
The soldier left dutifully. He cursed in his mind. There were a few things in life Danzo Shimura hated and the lack of information was one of them. Civilian villages, minor shinobi villages, merchant villages, all being sacked and burned to the ground, two daimyo missing en route with the rest of their parties dead and on top of that Tsunade doing everything to lessen his influence at the top. All his ANBU throughout the nations made the same report: villages with carcasses. Not knowing what happened infuriated him. It made no sense. He grew annoyed every day with all of this jumbling up, but he remained patient. It was his strong suit and he would take all the time he need to get things in order. Just a bit more. He'd waited this long, a few more years wouldn't hurt.
The door to his chambers were sealed shut, despite being loyal to him Danzo didn't want them knowing anymore than they already did. Should one of them be captured and someone undid their cursed tongue seals, secrets that could harm the village would get out. Alone, Danzo took the bandages off. His Sharingan eye blinked and he took to his arm next. The scarlet eyes painted over his pale arm stared back.
This was the one thing the Uchiha were useful for: serving Konoha.
It was a shame Orochimaru had plans for Itachi's younger brother; Danzo wanted to approach the young one with the promise of vengeance in exchange for loyalty. He'd suggested it to Hiruzen before, offering to train the Uchiha, even the Jinchūriki. As usual his old friend denied him. What his friend lacked to understand was that the Uchiha when steered towards a right cause were almost as loyal as the Senju. Almost. It was a shame the boy did not inherit the love Itachi had for his village. Now there was a true patriot despite his emotional compromises. Sacrificing everything to protect the village with the last full measure of devotion.
His artificial arm itched a bit, it'd been acting funny for quite a few months now. Perhaps Orochimaru wasn't as skilled as he claimed and he'd been promised a new arm by the snake more than a year ago. A year and a half, he reminded himself. Since the Jinchūriki died. Danzo would have to tax the former Sannin in some way. Drawing his kunai, he stared back at Shisui's eye. The four bladed pinwheel remained stiff as ever, refusing to fully budge to his will and only partially allowed him control over people, influencing their decisions. Still, it got the job done and within a few years he'd be Hokage.
"Hokage," the word pleasantly rolled off of his tongue. He could see his face alongside those who'd ruled over the village. His face. His. Alongside the God of Shinobi, alongside Tobirama the Mighty, alongside his friend the Professor, alongside the Yellow Flash, the brat Tsunade and him. Destiny would finally arrive. Late, but all the same. It almost made him smile and his reflection showed it. It also showed Shisui's eye pulsing and then blood spurted on to the kunai.
Everything moved slow, the world twisted and red fluid covered his face. He disappeared from the world, and then returned. The eye ball hung from his socket, a punctured, ripped mess and Danzo felt the whole in the back of his skull disappear. He yanked out the eye ball by the optic nerve, ripping the cord of flesh clinging to it and glared at the remains of the eye. Anger rose in him and he looked around. Years of planning down the drain. No one. He felt no one, he heard no one, he saw no one.
"Damn, here I was expecting your head to pop like a balloon. You got a thicker skull than I gave you credit for." The voice mocked him loudly, laughter came from all sides and Danzo felt movements under his feet. Lines of ink, red and glowing spreading all over the room in 4x4 tiles, forming a layer on every surface. Covering it all.
Imprisonment and Silencing Seals. He was down one eye, his most important eye and blindsided. Compromised. Someone had betrayed him. He'd figure that out later, for now he needed to find where his enemy was. Chakra particles flew out of his mouth, coating the blade in his hand and he let out a slash. He hit nothing. More than 10 meters. He concentrated more chakra to his ears, scouting out sounds to locate whoever was in the room with him. Nothing. If he tried to escape, he'd have to break the seal leaving him open for an attack. Sliding the kunai back, Danzo paced through hand seals and took a deep breath.
Wind Release: Vacuum Wave, he spun on his feet exhaling the sharp blade of wind. Nothing, he jumped up, still rotating and finally hit something. 15 meters, northwest. Three more hand seals were blazed through. Wind Release: Vacuum Sphere. Winds blasted off, sharp and meant to sever his target, surrounding it on all sides. The blade converged and were repelled back into different directions, a few thrown back at his face. He dodged of course and heard mutterings.
"Really? Wind against me?" And then he saw him. Appearing out of nowhere. He stood in the air above him, slowly descending to the ground. His frame was muscular, his conditioned muscles were clear from this range and he wore all black. However, his red wild hair stood out like a sore thumb, reaching well below his shoulders. His eyes were closed, but Danzo knew his face. He'd kept a close eye on him since he'd been growing up in the orphanage.
"You're alive." Danzo's words made the boy open his eyes. This was different. Red eyes with black slits, engulfed in shadows. Kyūbi. "You took your time coming back to the village."
"Had to take a detour. My good old buddy, old friend, old pal drove his entire arm through my chest. He really likes aiming for my heart. Anyways, sorry I took so long getting here."
"How did you find this place?" The Jinchūriki boy was different than before. Much different than before. He looked much older than he should've been, his physique was much more advanced as well. And mentally the boy was operating on a different scale. Loud, yes, but much more subdued. Naruto Uzumaki smiled cheekily. Above all, Naruto Uzumaki had never met him before. Not once. Yet he knew about his base and his eye.
"Oh I've known about this place for years now. Studying it and knowing all it's dirty secrets." The boy went towards his throne and kicked it. It was broken into pebbles from sheer, brute force. The Jinchūriki reached for the hole beneath, bringing out a giant jar filled with liquid and red eyes. "I gotta admit though there were a lot of less eyes here when I found this baby here."
"You've been here before?" The boy was lying.
"Yup. Although by that time you were dead."
Danzo Shimura narrowed his eye, kunai in hand and chakra ready to burst. "What?"
"Yeah, but that's a discussion you're not ready for. Now," the boy slapped his hands. "I need you to do something for me."
"What would that be?"
"Oh you know." His hands separated, and his eyes changed into Sharingan. "Die."
He felt his chest compress. Ribs caved in from all sides and blood splurged out of his mouth. Once more he disappeared from the world, returning to it with hand seals already completed. He threw out the kunai towards the boy. Deadly winds fanned out from the blades as they converged on the rushing brat. He smacked them away and Danzo felt the iron grip crushing his throat, his bones began to crack and again, he died.
Danzo reappeared. Rat, snake, horse, snake, dog. Wind Release: Vacuum Serial Waves formed several blades of winds, strong enough to pierce through the strongest of armors. He was sure even the Raikage would want to avoid such an attack brute that he was. The boy cocked his fist back, there was a hue around it, and started punching. Fast. Faster than the blades he sent, all of them crushed by his fist as he shattered the winds.
"What?" He shrugged, spreading his arms. "I expected a little chit-chat. Maybe even a monologue. Don't make this boring."
Danzo held back a glare. He couldn't let the boy see it. It didn't make the sense. The boy had the Sharingan. His speed was too great. His body was too strong. His toothy grin was too annoying. He already used Izanagi thrice. Tiger. Dog. He stopped when the boy raised his fist, turning it, opening his palm and motioned for him to come.
"Hit me with your best shot. I'll give you a free hit, but you better not miss. Otherwise-"
Wind Release: Vacuum Great Sphere He exhaled instantaneously. A large sphere, greater than the previous hit the boy square covering his entire body. Crushing winds compressed down on him from all sides and no doubt it should rupture his organs from the inside. The boy's body was shaking from being hit by the jutsu. It's not enough. It could only hold the boy at bay. Preparing to summon Baku, Danzo bit his thumb, but only tasted air. His left arm was on the ground and Naruto Uzumaki stood behind him, not even looking at him.
"You're gonna regret it." Naruto said and Danzo punched him the jaw. He spoke with the fist pushing against his jaw. "I've been letting you off the hook for sixty seconds in between each attack I make. Even gave you a free shot, but you just waste it all." The boy grabbed his hand, his fingers piercing into the Sharingan embedded on his arm and he crushed it. Danzo felt being blown away by what he could describe as a tower hitting him full force in the chest as the boy's fist destroyed its way through his body.
He appeared several feet away. He saw the foot right above his face, being swung down like an axe and his temple was on the receiving end of it. Danzo's head collided against the ground, being crushed under the force. Again he reappeared.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Danzo Shimura saw him get in range again and in desperation he unleashed it. He smiled knowing the boy was looking at Hashirama Senju's face as it would hit him. The cells of the founder exploded from his arm. The mighty roots drilled into the boy's chest and he was crushed under the tree as it grew and grew, the bark spread and the branches protruded outwards hitting the ceiling. Danzo breathed heavily. His chakra levels were low, he was down an arm and all the Sharingan on him were used up.
It would seem that Orochimaru would have to make an arm earlier than scheduled. The seals around the room disappeared and he walked over to the jar filled with bright eyes. As he reached for it, he heard something.
Clapping. Slowly. Monotonously.
The boy was standing right behind him, looking down at him and Danzo found the answer in his red eyes. Genjutsu. The kick came swift and hard. His stomach bore the full brutal brunt of it as vomited his lunch out along with blood.
"Eww," the boy remarked as the seal on his door was undone. His ANBU rushed in. Fifty of them stood with Torune and Fu at the helm ready to strike down Naruto Uzumaki. However, none of them moved. Instead they all looked at him and he realized, he didn't remove the seal on his door. Fu and Torune exploded into smoke. Naruto shrugged. "What? You didn't think I was ever going to give you a chance to begin with. Did you?"
"Naruto Uzumaki," Danzo said, standing up, slipping a bit on his own bile. The boy found it amusing. "What have you done with them?"
"Killed them. Every last one of your fucking robots." Naruto snapped his fingers. "Except Sai. You haven't given him that name yet. I gave him the codename Dickless. Man, karma is sweet sometimes."
Danzo looked at the shinobi blocking off the entrance, they were moving, encircling and making sure there was no way out for him to leave. "To think you had this much potential. So many Shadow Clones, mimicking their chakra essence."
"Oh. I mean I can do that, buuuuuut~" he snapped his fingers once more and the ANBU began to morph. Gone were the armors and the masks, white beings with blank faces, yellow eyes and bald heads, looking at him with no concern in their eyes. "Like 'em? Not an original concept, but I tweaked with them a bit. Of course you wouldn't believe how much time it took to make these kiddos work as well as they do now." The Uzumaki jumped towards the two ahead of the rest, patting their heads.
"Aren't they adorable, Danzo? At first I called them Zetsu, but considering I might be sued for that, so I rebranded them as Metsu. Not the most original, but hey! They are the next gen. Daddy loves all of you."
"Thank you, Daddy." All of them said at the same time. The boy sniffed, rubbing away a faux tear.
"They grow up so fast."
Danzo was incensed. For the first time in a long time he let his emotions get the better of him as he yelled, taking off his kimono and revealing his chest. If he couldn't beat the boy, he'd take him along with his abominations. For Konoha. For…
"Shut the fuck up," the boy disappeared in a red flash appearing before him and grabbed his fingers from activating it, ripping it from his fist. "I already sealed off your little emergency plan when I was smacking you around."
"H-Hiraishin!"
"Yeah, what about it?"
"You know!"
"Duh!" The boy swung his fist, it came from a low arc and like a piston hammered against his chin. Danzo convulsed in pain, feeling all of his teeth being broken as his lower jaw meshed into his upper one. He began crawling. Crawling away from Naruto Uzumaki.
Too strong, the phrase kept repeating in his head as he found his path blocked by more of the white sentinels. He got back up, falling down from the pain rattling through his head. He tried again, but his legs betrayed him and he fell, down on his knees. The youth stood before him, his Sharingan sharp as a blade. He made a hand seal.
"I noticed you were using Wind Style a lot. Vacuum variations are fun, aren't they?" The boy smiled and brought his open palm near his face. "But you really don't know how to fully use it. Observe. Wind Style: Vacuum Convergence." He close his fist and moved it away from him, Danzo began to choke immediately as he felt his lungs being crushed from the inside. Oxygen rushed out of his mouth and nostrils at blaring speeds as he felt a skull shattering headache imploding. He gasped, on all fours on the ground, the boy had undone the jutsu and bore a toothy grin. Danzo tried to speak, but only hoarse, desperate gasps for air came.
"I don't really enjoy torturing people. Well, not physically at least." The boy rubbed his chin. "But with you it's an exception. See there's this new thing I've been working on and I'm sure that bad boy is starving." The boy slapped the ground, cracking it as seals for a summon spread. It kept spreading until the smoke came and faded. Danzo wished it hadn't.
Before him stood a…beast. It's wooden bones jutted out of its chest, back, hind limbs, fore limbs. It resembled a wolf, only more terrifying as its white fur resembled pale death. Eyes black as shadows were fixed upon him as the beast let out a roar, showing the razor sharp twin sets of fangs. It's saliva dripped on the ground, steaming on contact. The claws were dug into the ground as the boy patted it on the back.
"I haven't gotten a name for these boys yet, but all things considered I'll go with…Hell Hounds." The beast snarled in approval. "Alright, Helly. That's lunch right there. Make sure to pass on his essence to a Metsu. Can't have an esteemed Elder missing. See, Danzo? I'm making sure you'll still have a good rep despite being feces in, I don't know, whenever Helly here decides to shit you out." Danzo with all his strength, all his will, stood up and ran. The beast behind him snarled and Danzo fell once more. His knees and everything below them were gone, bleeding stumps remained and he yelled out in pain as he felt the crunch biting down on the remains of his legs. Shock took over as he looked at the Sharingan eyes and then to the two middle fingers the boy showed him. "You've concocted your last conspiracy, shadow boy!"
With a howl, a crunch, and a snap, it all faded to black.
Birds chirped wildly as lightning cut through flesh. His hand red as his eyes and his mind calm as he had started this battled. He'd be hard pressed to call the affair as such, but it was what it was. Orochimaru's experiments in one of his hideouts run amok and took shelter in this village. Honestly, the snake was sometimes more burden than a bank. Tests he called them. Chores is what Sasuke labeled them. He had to do more since the Crystal user had splintered off. Honestly, had it not been for the fact that he had, indeed, gained power he would've left Orochimaru as well.
But the Sannin did keep his word, if somewhat looping around them. Sasuke Uchiha was stronger now, stronger than he'd ever been as he dealt with several 'jōnin' class enemies. Power ran from his hair to his toenails. And yet…the image of his brother flashed before him. His heart ached, remembering a time when he wasn't so alone. Anger followed and he yanked his arm out of the body. The smoke user shook violently before the stench of his insides letting loose filled the air. Sasuke scrunched his nose, unpacking scrolls and sealing all the bodies that his 'teacher' needed. Washing his hands, the boy stepped out, a hood over him so some wayward ninja looking for a bounty wouldn't recognize him.
Orochimaru tried to make him take the Uchiha crest off of his clothing, Sasuke refused. He understood the attention it would garner, the risk he took, but he didn't care. He was Sasuke Uchiha. Uchiha. The last of them. Itachi wasn't. He had forsaken that name all those years ago on that night. All he did now was for those who had been slaughtered.
His parents. His father, strict, but caring in his own way and his approval made the boy set high goals for himself. His mother, the lovely woman who always made him smile even on the dullest of days. Shisui, another man he respected, betrayed and stabbed in the back most likely by his brother. Keiko, the old lady who sold the best dango in all of the village. Kozu, Goro, Yashiro, boys of his age from the clan who he sparred with. He was doing this for them.
For all of them.
If he didn't wear their crest, the world would move on and forget who they were, how they were wronged. Just like how Konoha did. It baffled him how no one in the village, no one in the village mourned for his clan. None of them ever went after Itachi. He would often go to the Hokage's office. The Third Hokage when not busy would console him, consult him and offer advice, and just as quickly shut his mouth when it came to talks about getting the traitor. Patience. Always rambling about patience.
Perhaps if the Third Hokage's entire family was slaughtered then maybe the old Professor would've understood.
Sasuke entered a small food shop and he could not believe it. They specialized in ramen. Of all things. Ordering a miso bowl for himself, Sasuke patiently waited. The chitchat around him increased and Sasuke remembered not too long ago, this same village was on the brink of poverty. An iron hand ruled over them all, until a group of Leaf shinobi had liberated them. His food arrived and the Uchiha quickly dug into his food. The quicker he got out of here, the sooner he could go back to the hideout.
"Did you hear the news?" He couldn't block out all of the voices.
"Yeah. Pretty spooky."
"You think the tales are true? That demons are back?"
"That's taking it too far. I think it's a group of bandits."
"A big group of bandits."
"Well, whoever they are," one of the men loudly smacked a table. "We'll fight them off. We didn't fight off Gato for nothing."
You didn't fight him. Any of them, Sasuke spared them a glance. Big, burly men who no doubt would hold their own against regular people. At least they had spunk if not strength. That would last them sometime. Finishing his meal, he placed his due ryo on the counter and left. Wave was far more livelier than he remembered, the grey dullness was washed away with colorful faces and the people seemed happy and content. Walking past it all, Sasuke stood on the great bridge the village had become famous for. With each step he took, he saw ghosts. A demon hidden in murderous mist, a hunter encased in mirrors of ice and himself riddled with needles as he shielded a boy from the attack.
Sasuke's eyes grew heavy. They ached and his fists closed tightly. The Sharingan came to life, twisting, writhing into something darker and his chakra let out a pulse, everything around him grew deathly silent. Closing his eyes, he calmed down. He walked past them. The ghosts of the past faded as he kept moving on and finally reached the end of the bridge, the large sign looking back at him. The Naruto Uzumaki Great Bridge. An annoying voice rang in his ears. Loud, proud, optimistic to a hopeless degree. Above all foolish…and brave. Braver than himself, but also more stupid. Stupid.
Once he was far away from a more open view, Sasuke picked up the pace, jumping from branch to branch until he reached a familiar outpost at dusk. Stepping inside he found one of Orochimaru's lesser lackeys who recognized him, bowing his head a bit before handing him the scroll. The snake wanted him back as soon as he could, apparently there was important news he was to be told face to face. Sasuke left immediately. There was nothing more to do here. The sooner he got back the better.
All that mattered was getting stronger. Power. He needed more power. To end him. To never feel so weak and helpless as he did. To never lose again. He'd forsaken honor, country and a friend to get this far. To stop now would be spitting on all those things. All those who had died for him to come this far. Deep in his mind Sasuke pondered if this was the same price Itachi had paid.
No, he assured himself. Itachi did it to test his power. His brother was dead. All that remained was a murderer. Sasuke would bring justice. He would be the judge. The jury. The executioner.
Peace was never an option, not when she was a child. Rummaging through litter for food, hiding in rundown houses for shelter from the rain, holding tiny little blades with sharp edges in case someone found them, that was her childhood in a nutshell. Never again did Konan want any other child to go through what she and her friends did. It was up to her and Nagato now to carry on Yahiko's dream. This is was why every time she went out to make sure everyone at the orphanage had never fell short of food, never had the rain leak through the ceilings, she also made sure no miserable lowlife overstepped their boundaries in the city where God's eyes couldn't look everywhere all the time, and above all to make sure everyone kept the peace.
The peace they fought for to liberate their village of those bloody days Hanzo had made the norm. Never again, she had promised with her friend's corpse in her arms. Never again.
"Hey! Ms. Angel! Look what I made!" The sound of innocence made her smile. These three youngsters, two boys and a girl, made her remember those days. It was shocking to see how the parallels between herself, her friends and these children were so similar. A paper dog. "Isn't it cool?"
"It's very adorable." Her words made the loud one blanch, the girl giggle and the quiet one smile.
"Don't mind him, Ms. Angel. He just doesn't like it when someone calls him cute."
"That's cause I'm not cute. I'm cool!"
"There, there. There's nothing wrong with being cute."
"Yeah, well, being cooler is…cooler."
"Kage," the quiet one spoke, "you're being loud again."
"Oi, Yami! You're supposed to be on my side."
"Zip it, both of you." The girl put her foot down. "We don't get Ms. Angel to visit us every day. You're making us look bad, Yami."
"Shut up, Ruko."
Konan patted their heads trying to quell the argument. Taking the little gift from them as she formed a paper umbrella walking in the streets as the everlasting rain calmed down for the day. She'd arrived at the Akatsuki's headquarters. She'd call it home, but it wasn't. The little house she used to live in with Jiraiya and her friends was more of a home than this ever was. She knew, she knew it was foolish, but she always kept that little bit to herself.
Taking a long shower, Konan went to meet with Nagato. He'd been a bit paler than usual. When she asked him why, he said it was due to lack of sleep.
"Another village was attacked, Konan."
"Yes, I heard from one of our spies. It makes no sense."
"So much conflict in the world. No one wants to understand each other. Just mindless wars for power."
"We will change that."
"Yes," Nagato smiled. His face might have been frail, but his eyes were strong as ever. "When the time comes we will change it all."
"Nagato," Konan asked, her curiosity more eager than usual, "do you know what happens after we seal off all the Beasts? I know we'd be taking away the edge all of them hold. Without them no village would have war deterrents. But our village didn't have a Jinchūriki either, and yet-"
"You are right to have your doubts, but don't forget," Nagato pointed at his eyes, "I have these. When the Beasts are sealed away forever, no one will dare to provoke a war unless they want me to destroy their village. They won't take that chance."
"So," Konan thought out loud, "we promise the threat of war to prevent war?"
"Do not think so lowly of me, Konan." Nagato's eyes hardened. "I do what I must for peace. Tell me what's worse: a thousand deaths or a million? I know, I know. Waging war to get peace is not what I want either, but sometimes…sometimes a threat is more effective than a treaty."
She didn't see eye to eye with that, but there was no way about either. Deciding to change the topic, she spoke once more. "What about Madara?"
"Him," Nagato's tone bore bitterness, "We'll deal with him when the time arrives. For now, we need him. We're already missing two members, not to mention the random village attacks. We'll need to get on that as well."
"I'll look into it myself."
Konan assured her old friend and they quietly had dinner. Nagato had excused himself early stating he had to do something, and Konan knew what he was talking about. For all the power Nagato had, he was ashamed of himself, his body. Her friend, and it embarrassed her to think of it, had a habit. A nasty one. Each day at least six times her friend would be…touching himself. She had walked in once, immediately walking back out. The two of them did not talk about it. Ever. And they wouldn't. Konan had her lonely nights too. Still, she never had the time, luxury or trust to bring herself to go after a man.
Now in the comfort of her room, Konan slipped into clothes one wouldn't expect of the Angel of Rain. A simple tank top and sweat shorts. She stretched a bit before washing up once more, her hair was let down and went a little below her shoulders. Her amber eyes looked outside the window staring at the vast grey that ended nowhere. One day there would come a time when all this would be over.
"Hopefully sooner than later," Konan mused to herself and faintly smiled a bit looking at the origami she was gifted today. Kage apparently said it was a wolf, Ruko called it a puppy and the quiet one, Yami, he said it looked more like a fox. It was a bit soggy. Apparently she didn't protect it as well as she thought. Some rain would always make it through her fabrics. Strange thing about it was, there was a black spot on it. There were more black spots on it. Several of them, the ink was wet.
Regretfully undoing the origami, of which there were several layers, she found writing on it. A message written with all the delicacy children had. For the Angel.
"Cute," she giggled to herself.
"Cool, not cute." Konan grasped the paper tightly into her closed fist, gaining distance. It was the three kids. All of them in her room. They grew taller, wider and they change their shape. White skinned beings with yellow eyes. "Zetsu."
"We are Metsu." They replied at the same time. One of them morphed once more, twisting and changing until Konan saw an exact copy of herself. The one on the right threw a kunai at her and she caught it. Tri-pronged, with scribbling on the handle and she felt her other hand get wet. Black ink, dripped on to the floor creating a small puddle as it covered the room and Konan readied herself for the attack, charging forward with the kunai and then saw she was in a different room.
Blue lights, strange music, a red velvet couch on the side and a large bed in the center. The scent of sage filled her nostrils as she looked around. There was no one here. Her right hand was drenched with the black ink which refused to come off, and the kunai in her hand was vibrating. She threw it away, chucking it into the wall only for it to bounce off of it, make a squeaky noise and fall on the ground.
"Well now, this is a surprise. I didn't think Metsu numbers 32, 24, and 8 would actually snag such a rare find," a voice said, but she found no one and then the blue lights dimmed. White lights took over and she looked for the enemy. "Come now, my dear Konan, don't be so hostile. We're all friends here."
She unleashed her deadly papers, surrounding her from all sides. Those were her special ones, lethal and ready to cut down anyone and anything. She just needed to find him and-
"Boo," the whisper in her ear made her spin on her heel and let loose a punch. She drove her fist with full force, breaking his jaw. Or she expected to. Her fist remained squished against his cheeks and he raised a brow. "Nowh ish thath anhy wayh toh gweeth shumwan?"
She took in his appearance. He was wearing shorts and an unbuttoned half-shirt, sunglasses covered his eyes and his thick mane of red hair stood upright. Also he was completely unfazed, her fist wasn't. Pain shot through it as the adrenaline faded and she moved back to gain distance. Her papers surrounded him, turning into shuriken, and they rushed in, surrounding him, jabbing at him from all vital spots, each paper was sharp enough to cut through bone and flesh. She'd seen it before. Why wasn't it working now? He was bobbing and weaving around them, standing in the same spot, and the ones that did hit him did nothing.
"Are we really doing this?" he asked, making an arc with his hand cutting through her special shuriken as if it were normal paper. He jumped above a bunch of them and Konan saw it all happen, how one of the shuriken got close to nicking his shades, he brought his hand to his face, flicking the shuriken with a finger as it was whacked away colliding with a different shuriken, which collided into several more until all of them clashed and shred each other apart. What remained fell to the ground as he whistled.
"You know usually when people try to kill me I find it hilarious," he said stepping over her paper weapons, "buuuuuuuut~ when a darling angel like yourself gets involved, I get such a raging boner. I've been having too many of those nowadays. Oh well, at least it gets taken care of."
Konan felt a headache hearing those words, and anger. Furious anger. Focusing her chakra she unleashed more papers from her body, covering the entire room itself. She didn't have a choice. Her enemy was strong and she needed to use this. Explosive tags all around, Konan used extra layers of protective papers to cover herself from as much damage as she could. It wouldn't be as strong as her countermeasure in Rain, but this would have to do.
"Ooooh. That's a lot of paper balls."
"Die."
"Ominous!"
The jutsu activated.
He smiled, taking off his sunglasses, revealing his crimson eyes and she realized who this was. The whisker marks were gone, but she knew his face too well. Naruto Uzumaki. The Jinchūriki had been hiding, guising himself and now she'd killed him through this act. Explosions went off all at once and she braced for the recoil as light filled up the room. Then she picked up on another noise. Winds. Fast rushing winds and she looked to see boy standing with his arm pointing to the heavens, his palm open and a single wicked sphere sucking in all the papers and the explosions going around. Konan stood in disbelief watching as all the brute force of her last resort being sucked away. "Impossible."
"Not really," Naruto shrugged as his jutsu absorbed all the explosions, shrinking in size and he threw the sphere up in the air, catching it, spinning it on the tip of his fingers. "Wind Style: Super Vacuum Cleaner Sphere is the most pristine jutsu I have. It'll clean the place of anything. Blood, guts, bones, trees, steel, explosions. You name it, we'll suck it. No wait, vacuum it! Yes. That's what I meant."
"You're alive. You're supposed to be dead."
"So people keep telling me." He slapped the sphere of concentrated destruction and it disappeared. As if it was never there.
"Why did you bring me here?" Konan was still ready to fight, despite her chakra being lower than she wanted it to.
"Metsu brought you here. A little heads-up would've been nice, but this is good timing on their part. I want to talk with you, Konan. You see I've got a few plans and I really don't want said plans to be delayed, so I kinda, sorta need you to do something for me. And before you ask, yes, there's something in it for you too. Something I'm sure you'll love."
"What's that? Maybe we can work out a deal." He clapped his hands in glee. She was in no condition to fight, nor did she know how strong the Jinchūriki was. Apart from his display in Fūton ninjutsu, he looked to be ridiculously strong. He looked older too, much more than he was supposed to be. Perhaps a growth spurt, a mutation because of the Kyūbi. Perhaps Konoha had fabricated information like this to secretly train their Jinchūriki to be a lethal weapon. She wouldn't put it past them.
"Splendid." He snapped his fingers and a hole in the very air appeared, from it dropped two glasses and a bottle. "Here's to the Akatsuki's demise."
A shiver ran down her spine with those words. "What?"
"I said, here's to the Akatsuki's demise."
"You want to destroy the group I'm a part of," Konan looked for an exit. One door. To his back. "And you want me to help you with it?"
"Well, I'll be the one destroying it," Naruto Uzumaki rolled his eyes a bit, "but sure you'll be 'destroying' it too."
"You're insane."
"Says the woman who does the bidding of a 'God'. The God of Wheelchairs maybe. A cripple with a Rinnegan, I'm sure I can make a joke out of it." Konan rushed in, her leg outstretched as he grabbed it. She twisted in the air, hitting him in the face with her other leg. He ducked. She brought her heel down to hit the back of his head, but he dodged. Thankfully, he had to let go of her to avoid it. "Very good, Konan. We really didn't get the chance to know each other the last time, we better not let this one go to waste, right-"
Konan produced more shuriken, ignoring his lies. It was just distraction at this point. Physically he was stronger, if her swelling left hand was anything to go by. He was very reactive too. She didn't need to beat him, just enough to keep him occupied, leave this room, this place and get back to Ame. The Zetsu clone which morphed into her, she feared it had the same properties as the Human Clones. Nagato would be in danger. She launched them as the Jinchūriki pressed the nail of his thumb against his index finger. He flicked it multiple times as her shuriken were torn apart. Wind Style again. Just by flicking his fingers.
"I'd really appreciate you letting me finish."
"You want to destroy the Akatsuki," wings of paper sprouted out from her back, "you call my friend a cripple, and you expect me to help you?"
"That sounds about right." Naruto Uzumaki rubbed his chin before smiling widely. "Besides I'm sure hanging around that cripple isn't really that fun."
Konan knew, she knew he was calling Nagato that to rile her up, and it did. "You stop calling him that."
"What do you want me to call him then?" He chuckled making her blood boil, his hands waving gestures. "Physically challenged? Differently abled? Handicapable? Changing the words won't change what he is, will it? I prefer simple, direct, and honest language. He's a cripple. Repeat after me. CRIPPLE!"
Konan yelled, rushing in close distance, her right fist filled with fury, aiming for his face. And she stopped. Her fist shook no longer. She stood completely still, her hands now by her side and the ink from her hand finally gone. Her body was moving on its own. She wasn't in control. She wanted to punch him, stab his face, rip out his tongue. Yet here she stood a foot away from him patted her cheeks.
"You really should pay more attention to everything," Naruto Uzumaki squished her cheeks. "These are so soft! What moisturizer do you use?"
"What did you do to me?!" Konan yelled out as he kept testing how squishy her cheeks were. "ANSWER ME!"
"Quiet." She did just that. "You're being so loud, Konan. Doesn't suit you. So speak in a softer tone with me."
"What the fuck have you done?" Her voice was calm, gentle, sweet. Konan felt sick to her stomach.
"I put a lovely, well layered seal on you." The Jinchūriki let go of her cheeks as she felt the pit in her stomach grow larger. "I like to call this the Human Puppet Seal. Mind you, this was not easy to make. So many trials and botches, but I finally worked the little chinks out. The human mind is so fragile when you pull it apart by the threads. Some of them committed suicide when I wasn't paying enough attention. I felt horrible, but then I got a blowjob."
"Is this all a game to you?"
"No, not really. I do call something else the game though," Naruto Uzumaki picked up the bottle and glasses from the floor, walking to table and pouring drinks for both of them. She took the glass from him, swirling it and taking in the smell. She drank it all. "You see the game is rigged. When I was alone, I noticed so many things. I tried to recreate it you know. All of it. In the end, history kept repeating itself. The players changed, the game remained the same."
"What are you talking about?"
"In time, Konan, you will understand why I did the things I did," he stroked her cheek and Konan felt the urge to rip his fingers, instead her cheek leaned into it. "It's a terrible feeling, isn't it? To do things on someone else's bidding?"
"Yes," she said, taking his other hand and making him cup both her cheeks. "I will kill you." He laughed as a kunai appeared in his hand, he gave it to her.
"Okay, go ahead." She stabbed him in the heart. The kunai broke. Again she stabbed him over and over with the broken kunai, the sharp ragged edges breaking against his skin. "You can't kill me. Even on your best day, you can't."
"I'll find a way."
"No, you won't."
"I won't." Konan wanted to cry out of anger.
"You'll be my spy in the Akatsuki."
"I'll be your spy in the Akatsuki." The sight of him smiling made her want to retch.
"You'll tell me everything the cripple does."
"I'll tell you everything the cripple does." A pain in her chest shot out. It was replaced by hate when she saw him smile.
"Who's a good little girl?"
"I'm a good little girl."
"Yes, you are," he patted her head. "Smile."
Konan did just that. She smiled. She smiled wider than she'd ever smiled. Never in her life did Konan wanted to cry as much as she did right then.
"Good. Now I need you to answer something. Honestly."
"I will."
"I know." Naruto Uzumaki rubbed his chin. "When was the last time you had sex?"
"Years ago."
"With who?"
"Yahiko."
"I knew you two were a thing!"
"We weren't a thing. It just happened."
"It's really no biggie. After all everyone is an ex of someone. Or so one of Jiraiya's books said as much." Naruto poured them another drink and she drank again. "Finish the rest for me, would you?"
"Yes," she took the bottle and kept drinking as he walked past her. She coughed a few times, but she couldn't stop. It was working alright. A surge of worry shot up her spine as she turned back to him. But she wasn't looking at his face this time. He was naked. She was giving a second, longer look toward his cock. Her head spun as she did so, and she couldn't help but feel something go horribly wrong as her feet started to move toward them, carrying her without conscious toward in his direction, standing there, waiting for her.
"You bastard," she groaned as a footstep carried her closer. Then another. All the while, she couldn't pull her gaze from his lap, dragging back and forth along the cock. Long. Thick. Throbbing. She didn't know why but she couldn't shake from her mind the idea that she needed it. Dropping down to her knees, Konan shivered, her nerves lit up. Her hands reached out, her body no longer hers acted whorishly, as she grabbed the cock and gripped it tight. "This is-I can't-what is this?" She closed her eyes, mouth opening as she leaned forward and took the cock right into her mouth with no hesitation. Or at least, with no physical hesitation, even if on the inside she was screaming in panic due to the size of it.
Her hand gripped his cock tightly as she sucked it down, finding herself utterly incapable of controlling her body as it moved in accordance with the fixation surging through her. She was helpless to do anything to stop this, gripping the cock firmly as she sucked it down further, letting it slip into her mouth deeper, a moan rumbling in her throat as some part of her mind accepted what she was doing as what she should have been doing. It was a curious and nonsensical thing to think, but she wasn't able to stop the shuddering sensations through her that seemed delighted by this turn of events.
Within mere seconds of sucking, her panties were soaked. Her pussy should not have been so wet. Couldn't have been this wet, but she wasn't able to do anything about it, helpless as she kept a hand around the thick base of the cock she sucked on. Back and forth her head went with a shakiness that spoke of a lust that she refused to believe was brewing in her body. It was obvious in her eyes, the man she was fellating looking down at her with a smug smile enjoying her working his cock.
He patted her head, "Who's a good little cocksucker? Yes you are. Yes you are."
Konan grew angry, humiliated, frustrated, and even more aroused. How was he making jokes, when she had his cock so deep into her throat now as he made her choke as she pressed forward and felt the cock head rub along the spasming lining of her throat. Her eyes shut tightly as she suffered the indignity of deepthroating a cock through the frustrated automatic processes of a body she couldn't control. It was bad enough to be sucking a dick against her will, but to be patted while she did so? She hated doing this, but it hurt, adding a layer of frustration to the already mounting madness of this situation running wildly away from her.
Drool dripped down her chin as she sucked on the cock carelessly. Air was scarce, but she couldn't slow down, working steadily to slurp the cock deep into her throat, each press forward bringing her lips against his base in a sloppy kiss to his pelvis. Her eyes watered from the pressure, tears running down her eyes little by little, but still, she could not pull away—much as she wanted to. There was no way to draw back from the cock as she choked noisily on it, fucking her face on it like she was lit up with a burning need and desire that she simply did not have.
At least, she told herself she didn't.
The burning between her legs was impossible to deny, and she couldn't do anything to help herself as her free hand began to run along her body, along the curves lovingly clung to by the tank top and shorts. She fondled her breasts, her hand reaching down to her mound, cupping it through her top and rubbing as she whined, the other hand holding tightly onto the cock she was sucking on faster and harder, driven by an need to give in and to perform that seemed utterly wrong for her. She knew that it wasn't going to end well as her body began to roll, grinding her pelvis against her other hand in pursuit of a pleasure that she shouldn't have been wanting.
She took all of it in, her mouth and throat filled with his manhood as her lips pressed against his crotch. The cock twitched in her gullet as she came, splashing her shorts soaking wet. Then, she pulled back, gasping for air and trying to throw herself as far back away from the Jinchūriki as she could in search of some kind of sense, but she found none, unable to do anything to help herself as she remained in place. Rather than fall on her back, Konan came forth again, grabbing his cock. His smirk grew wider, as she gave his cock a chaste, sloppy kiss and rubbed her nose against his swollen balls, taking the scent in.
"You're going to die," she told him, licking his cock, coating it with her saliva from base to tip. "And I'm going to watch it." Her threat only made him laugh, not even a flinch, as she buried her face into his ball sac.
"Lot of talk for a cocksucker."
Konan couldn't do anything to stop herself as she pushed up against it, not even licking his nuts, just nuzzling her face into it and rubbing her nose and her cheeks against the swollen, sweaty, plump sac. Her eyes closed as she took in a deep breath, a shudder running up her spine as she stroked the cock and the smell ensnared her senses. Her other hand continued to work its frustrating pattern against her pussy, trying to get off as her soaking wet cunt continued to leak all over. She felt so sensitive, like there was a tingling fire all over her body, but she couldn't put it out, left kneeling, there groaning in frustration as her body continued to ache.
The smell of balls so tight against her face was made her shudder, and her head felt confused, heavy, her thoughts muddled and swampy. She couldn't think clearly, everything blurring out of focus even more as she knelt there, starting to lick the plump nuts, dragging her tongue along the large sac as she gave in. It was no use. She submitted, for now. Her hand kept rubbing at her pussy while the other stroked his big cock, which dripped pre-cum down onto her forehead as she stared up at it. At the thickness, at the veins running along the length, at the way it twitched and throbbed inside of her hand. She found herself fixated on his cock like she had never been before, never had such a thought even crossed her mind and all she could think was how much she wanted to make it cum.
"What did you do to me? I thought you could just control my body." she said, keeping up the frustrated attempts at questions between bouts of sucking on the heavy balls, adoring the flesh with long, eager kisses. She was helpless and not only had her body surrendered, but her thoughts were giving way more and more to it all too, overwhelmed by the wave of pure lust shuddering through her body, and the more she took, the less she knew how to handle any of it. What could she do to stop this? Konan needed control of her body again, needed to make him pay for what he had done to her. But she found nothing. Try as she might, she remained there on her knees, sucking his left nut into her mouth and sucking eagerly on it as she slapped the cock down against her face.
"Well, your mind is your own," Naruto Uzumaki ruffled her hair. "It's only your body I'm controlling. Don't blame me for you being a horny little slut on the inside."
His words drove her mad, because Konan knew he was lying; there was no conceivable way she wanted this—any of this. It's him! He's lying. He has to be. She hated his claim, and it was only making her angrier, only pushing her further into the clutches of whatever was overtaking her. She was sucking on balls and rubbing her pussy to no response and everything that could have been wrong with this was, but she didn't know how else she could have possibly handled it, holding out as much as she could, but in a losing situation, one that she had no chance of being able to fight against and even less hope of making this end.
After giving the left nut a thorough sucking, she went over to the right one, dragging her tongue along it and taking it into her mouth too, sucking the sweat off of his sac as she feverishly pumped her hand along his cock. It was a fixation now, her mind of two parts, but they weren't equal, and the reasonable part of her was quickly losing out to the twisted sensations that were thrilling the half of her mind that drove her to slurp on the Jinchūriki's right nut and frustratingly kept working at her pussy in hopes of an orgasmic relief. Relief that should have come by now, but didn't.
Konan took the Uzumaki's whole ball sac into her mouth, eyes widening as she sucked on it, the cock resting against her face now, letting her nuzzle into the veiny, throbbing shaft and adore it, smearing her face along it carelessly, moaning as her eyes glazed over and she worked at just trying to get him off. It was all she could think to do, the only sensible or even remotely sane thought crossing her mind as she kept working, feverishly and noisily slurping on a heavy pair of balls, something that seemed better and hotter to her than it ever had before.
Rubbing her face against the cock as she worshiped his balls was apparently a surefire way to make the man she knelt before cum (she'd stumbled and seen some of Nagato's 'collection'), though he stood completely confident, his cock pulsating against her face as she pulled back, grabbing hold of it again and slapping it down onto her face as she guided it to paint the pre-cum across her face, moaning and feverishly rubbing her pussy still, but receiving nothing from it.
She was torn and helpless, frustrated and only getting worse by the minute as she stuck her tongue out and slapped it down a few times against it, curling it around so as to not lick a single spot. She inhaled more of his filthy, big cock inside her, closing her eyes and humming trying to take in as much as she could to make him shudder just as much as her. Despite her hate, she felt a small bit of smugness build up in her as she heard him groan. He sighed as his fingers sank into the depths of her hair, grabbing the back of her head pulling her even closer as she swallowed it all.
"Mmhhh.~" She hummed loudly with cheeks flaring up in red, her hands gripping his strong, toned legs as she sealed her lips around the edge of his penis and started bobbing her head back and forth steadily making slurping noises come out as she sucked him off, bobbing her head up and down, again and again, determined to make him shoot it all out.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you, Konan?" His voice made her halt for a second before she resumed. She wanted to hear none of that. It wasn't her choice. This was all because of the jutsu he cast. Her tongue wrapped around every inch of cock she could vibrating her throat as she did so. Her lips squeezed moistly around the hilt of his meat, lathering it with her saliva.
"Mhh mhh mhh mhh mhmm!~" Konan moaned sucking his dick intensely as she drew back her head and pushed her face into his groin again and again repeatedly, each time a little bit faster. She would make him cum. Make him burst. Maybe in his moment of ecstasy she'd find a window, but that would come later. The suction noises she made rang loudly in the room. She was almost there, almost there to make him splash inside her, over her and everywhere. Her head paced from the his bulbous head to the strong groin, with the thick slab of his meat hitting the back of her throat relentlessly, gagging and choking on her way down, but she would not stop.
She did not want to stop. She wanted to make him cum. She needed to make him cum.
And she stopped as she got off of his manhood with a loud pop, her lips finally leaving that absurdly large cock as a trail of spit remained between them. She breathed for air, her face red from all she'd done and her pussy had finally let out another flow of gushing nectar from vigorously wanting to make him cum, to make him feel so hot and bothered as she did, to see him squirm as she did with each painfully, blissful climax she went through. It wasn't enough, apparently. Konan needed to do more and she knew it.
Instinctively, her hands reached for the hem of her shirt as she took it off and threw it on the ground. Her D-cup breasts strained against her blue brassiere as she watched his eyes loom over her robust slender figure with fervor lust. She felt some form of gratification at the hunger she saw, her nipples stiffened at the victory achieved. To entice him more, slowly with a sway Konan took off her shorts, moving her hip side to side as she watched the red in his eyes glow a bit, fixated on her similar dark blue panties soaked with her arousal. Konan was surprised by how quickly he appeared in front of her, his hand reaching across and grabbing a handful of her mound, making her moan.
"Oh man," he said, his fingers digging into her plentiful chest, "I didn't know seal would cause you to be so competitive."
"What are you mmmmh~ saying?" she said in between his squeezes. "I just want you to Oh~ Mmmmmhmmmm~"
"I just made the seal to control your behavior," Naruto fondled them as he spoke, "Like I did want you to give me a blowjob. BUT, I never mentioned taking off your clothes. I just wanted to play the humiliation card. Looks like the Angel of Rain is naughtier than I thought."
"No." Konan knew he was lying. He had to. It was a trick. "It's all you." He stopped fondling, making her irritated even more. Now his finger pushed against her chin, as her amber eyes looked into his crimson ones. He stood a lot closer, closest he'd ever been since she came here.
"Suuuuure~" he mocked her, his gaze narrowed. "You're the one who wants me to cum. To make me lose my mind, to feel the same level of desperation you're feeling. Isn't that right?" Konan wanted to say no. Despite all that happened she didn't want to say it. Yet in her mind something got out, let loose. Something in her gut.
"Yes. Mmmmh~" Konan moaned as she felt his lips pressing against hers. She mewled a bit, parting her lips to taste his tongue.
Little by little, she felt herself melt with the way his tongue pushed against her. With a desire to make him feel as hot as her, she pushed back, trying to dominate him. She failed to do so as she felt herself being pushed against the wall, his hands continued to fondle her breasts. He squeezed them, played with them, and pinched her visible pink nipples through her bra, her loins dampened her moist panties more making her buckle her legs. Dizziness took over as she felt her body was on fire. Her bra fell and her luscious breasts felt his hands adore them in the roughest way, her pink, pierced nipples received jolts from his pinches.
His hand made its way down to her panties, now torn and her slit all too willingly welcomed the intrusion of his fingers. Her head rolled back feeling the fingers tease her entrance. His other hand held the rear of her head, her blue hair entangled him, as he shoved his fingers up her cunt without warning, making her cry out as he pulled her in close deepening their kiss. He fingerfucked her, pumping his fingers rapidly in and out of her pussy, a bright and needy pink playing against the vibrant fair skin. She grabbed her tits, squeezing them together as he moaned and pushed further against his fingers, urging him to go faster.
She grew irritated when he broke away from her giving him a glare. He tilted his head, swirling his fingers and Konan understood what he meant. She faced the wall, her hands pressed against the wall, spreading her legs as she felt him spank her creamy buttocks. Once, twice, thrice. Her cheeks stung from the slaps, she looked over her shoulder, growing frustrated with each smack. He was slapping his cock against her perky ass cheeks, slapping it against both to make it bounce. It poked against her wet entrance, feeling the tip of his meat rubbing against her labia. It was too much. "Just put it in already!"
"If you insist." And with those words he slammed his length inside her. Screams of absolute delight almost bubbled at the lips of the Angel of Rain who felt the cock tearing her open, but she held back, dressing it down to a moan. She didn't want him looking at him with that condescending look. Not until she made him feel as helpless for release as her. Still.
Oh God! It's so fucking big!
Her pussy had only been taking fingers since she lost her virginity, and now this massive cock stretching her open was far more than she was ready to take. This made her even more delighted. The shuddering bliss burning through her derived a twisted and guilty sort of pleasure from the pain streaking through her. She shouldn't have felt as good as it made her feel, but Konan knew, she knew once he entered her, it wasn't just all him. He took the lion's share for controlling her, but deep inside the lust inside her had broken free. Now with hate and fury thrown into this mix of passion and desire, Konan was getting far more pleasure as her fingers dug into the wall, feeling the Jinchūriki slamming his pelvis against her soft, squishy buttocks.
She moved with him, matching his pace, moving back and forth, slamming her ass against him as the cock kept pistoning into her. She realized he wasn't even moving now. She was doing all the dirty work, and she wanted to stop.
Konan did…for five seconds.
She didn't care, she'd make him cum as she continued using him as a human dildo. Pain shot through each time she shoved it back, but now the pain was the pleasure, and desperate she kept repeating her actions as the heat grew. For now this was all that mattered. Her pussy grew tighter, like a slick velvety vice wrapped tight around his dick and with each thrust she felt a new wave of pleasure overtake her. She looked back once more at him, his dark red eyes glinting with glee as she bit her lips at the look he gave her. She felt objectified, used, degraded, every word that debased her in with the lowliest of whores, yet she couldn't stop. She didn't want to stop.
And she loved it!
Konan felt so filthy about the way she embraced this depravity, the way she gave herself completely to Naruto Uzumaki. The harder she submitted, the better it felt, her body aching as she slammed back against him. No longer able to deny it anymore.
"God!" She yelled out in between the thrusts. "You're so fucking lazy! Yet so fucking good! If you're going to use me put some effort in!"
"That so?" he said, giving her round ass a nice, loud smack as he leaned forward, grabbing one of her heaving tits, squeezing it roughly as he began to thrust into her. Finally! She couldn't hold back her smirk, tightening up more in delight at the thrill of making him finally put in effort. "You're a filthy girl, Konan. I just wanted the blowjob, but you wanted more."
"Of course!" Konan admitted at last, going cross-eyed at the faster thrusts. "You've got such a big cock and I….I oooooh~"
"You're a masochist." Naruto pulled her away from the wall, one of his hands around her throat. Choking her. "I should've known. You literally worked for a guy called Pain." Her coughs and the slaps ringing out against her ass filled the room as loudly as the feverish sounds of their rapid fucking ensued, she moved her hips faster trying to match the fury of his faster thrusts. Her back arched, legs shivered, Konan was gasping and moaning louder and hotter as she drew closer to her peak, the massive cock fucking her right to what she knew was the single greatest orgasm of her life, and she wanted all of it.
Pushing against him, moaning, the grip around her neck loosened and letting everything go, Konan yelled out, "I'm cumming!" He sank his teeth right into the soft skin of her neck, and the sudden pang of pain that followed was enough for Konan to lose herself. She screamed as she came, and as her slutty pussy tightened around his cock. The sopping wet inner walls massaged his cock and milked his load out and all too happily she slammed her butt against his pelvis, tight as she could, impaling herself on him . As she twisted and spasmed in his lap, shot after shot of thick, messy cum, flooding her womb and making her scream with elation from the raw feeling of release that washed over her and ensured she was, in that moment, the happiest slut in the world.
"I did it~" she whined out, her body weak from the endeavor as she almost fell, but he caught her. His hands clutching on to her sensitive breasts, pulling her back against his chest as she looked into his eyes. "I made you cum~"
"Yes you did." Konan kissed him. He obliged and kissed her. "You still hate me, right?"
"Yes."
"Excellent, but do you hate my cock?"
"Not even a single bit. It's the only good thing about you." Konan didn't want to blurt out more truth, but his fingers pinching on her nipples made her do so otherwise. "You have nice hair."
"What a progressive relationship we have."
"You're controlling me."
"For now." Naruto pulled out of her and Konan shivered as she felt every bit of it slimily slide out of her. A quart of jizz leaked out of her pussy, on to the floor. She wondered what it tasted it like. She faced him now, with shame and even more lust as she eyed his cock coated with jizz. "Trust me, Konan. When this is all over you'll be thanking me."
"Never."
"How about another fuck?" Konan didn't want to admit it. "I'll fuck you in the ass." Even she had never touched that hole of hers. Always a bit of afraid of what would happen if something ever entered through her back door. And if it was his big, thick, slimy cock coated with jizz ripping through her poor, virgin ass…Konan bit her lips.
She'd already lost.
There was something about breaking people. Honestly. A rare art if he dared to label it as such. He'd been doing it since he was a child, only it was more visceral now. Once he'd use his words and his guts to sway even the most hardened of criminal rogues from their life of danger into confronting their demons and become better people.
Now, he just happened to break people for the sheer pleasure of it. He didn't like to discriminate. Men, women, all the in-betweeners. It didn't matter. He just happened to like to break the women he had a thing for the most. Though that was most likely combination of his words, strength and power. If only he'd had this power before. Maybe he would've prevented a lot of things from taking place. Maybe he would've been a better person. The reverse also held true.
Power fed ego. Ego bred hubris. Hubris brought downfall.
Speaking of downfall.
Complete naked, Hotaru was up against the wall, pinned by Naruto, who groaned as he knelt on the bed and pounded into her relentlessly. Pleasure was seared across her face as she was consumed by the bliss of getting fucked rough and deep against the wall, her legs wrapped around his waist and her hands pinned to the wall by his grasp.
"Your stamina is incredible, master," she moaned, biting her lip tightly as she felt his meaty cock pounding into her. After he'd been done with Konan, sending her back to Rain to get reconnaissance on those sneaky red clouds, Hotaru had entered the room. She'd been spying on him and the Angel of Rain. That was four hours ago. Of course, he didn't complain. "Nngh~ I don't know how I can ever go back to not having your cock buried inside of me again! It feels so good!"
"It didn't take long for you to get addicted at all, did it?" he snickered, thrusting into her steadily, making her body shiver and twist as he took it to her with an unrelenting vigor, unable to actually slow down as he took her harder and faster, looking to make sure his use of her body was thorough. "And you wanted to be carried around everywhere in the Castle so everyone could see you being fucked like this. Heh. You wanted Utakata to see you more, didn't you?"
"Of course, Master! He gave my hand to you in the first place~" He snickered at her slurry words thrusting into her steadily, making her body shiver and twist as he took it to her with an unrelenting vigor, unable to actually slow down as he took her harder and faster, as she grew tighter. Hotaru was winding around to a powerful orgasm, far removed from her had been keeping count, but now she had completely lost control of her grip on things, happily surrendering all of it to him. It felt like at times it was all Hotaru (and co.) lived for now, like a pleasure she couldn't fight or ignore. Bucking madly against his strong body holding her in place against the wall, he could feel her convulsively slithering further and further toward another release. another countless and powerful thrill.
Hotaru came again.
Hard.
Screaming and writhing, struggling against his grasp, she looked at him with as her eyes lit up with a desperate and powerful need for more. Hotaru screamed as her climax looked as if cut through her, her pussy clenching greedily down around his cock and feverishly begging for his cum. And like the good master he was to her, he obliged. Naruto grunted, slamming into her once more, flooding her already full twat with another load of his hot, potent, and seemingly endless spunk
"So much~ So good~" Hotaru whined, her eyes nearly rolling to the back of her head as Naruto released her and she fell into the bed, his jizz almost squirting out of her pussy as the girl experienced the sweet afterglow. Naruto rubbed the sweat off of his brow and took a drink. He wasn't tired truth be told, but he liked to pretend he was. Helped him keep his feet on the ground. Ever since he came back, around people, with a world not ruined by the extremity of chakra, humans still alive and going with their lives. The last eighteen months almost made him happy. Almost.
"Things to do, Naruto," he told himself, "Things to do."
"Please do me, Master~" Hotaru was a sloppy mess as she lied on the bed. She had spread her legs, pulling them back with her hands as her cunt leaked out his juices still.
"Maybe, later. I've got other things to do."
"You're going to Haruna, aren't you Master? That bitch!"
Hotaru looked absolutely adorable with the way she pouted. All of his girlfriends, slaves, cum socks, whatever they liked to call themselves, were very possessive of him. It wasn't like he hardwired their minds.
Shion had been his first target and the way his natural energy overwhelmed her was more than enough. Karin dedicated herself to him the moment she got a taste of his chakra. Shizuka at first agreed to sleep with him only because the Nadeshiko would return, later abandoning that for him and him alone. Guren was an enemy, an enemy who sought her way out, but found the best option was inside afterwards, him deep inside her. After all, he did return Yukimaru to her as he promised. Haruna and Koyuki, well those two were people he ambushed on the road. At first he didn't intend to let them live, daimyo looking to make secret deals with shinobi villages would cause a little bit of delay in his plans and he just couldn't have that. Tearing their parties and taking them as spoils of war, Naruto Uzumaki relished in what looked like chaos to the world, but something that played small parts in the grander scheme of things.
Also, he liked sex. No, he LOVED it.
"Shhh." Naruto pushed a finger against her lips and patted her on the head, something she liked. "You know I have other things to do. Don't you, Hotaru?"
"Yes, I do. Doesn't mean I have to like it!" She huffed and puffed, rubbing against him and sporting a blush. "I love it when you're with me, Master. Even when you're not inside me. When you teach me, when we have meals. I just wish I had more time with you." Dare he say it, Naruto felt touched.
"I know, sweety. I know, but business beckons."
"You can send a clone, Master. No one will be able to beat you either way."
"True, but I like getting my hands dirty in a while. And you like it when I get dirty, don't you?" She nodded vigorously and he got up, putting on some black socks, black gloves, blood red hakama, and a clean whiter than white nagagi. He hummed, looking at himself in the mirror. "Hmm. I feel like something's missing."
"Master, you should wear the cape we made!"
"Yes! I need to make a stylish first impression. Remind me to leave you three clones, Hotaru." The girl squealed at the little bit of news. Drawing out the cape like haori, he placed the black clothing around him, fastening the knot as he observed himself. He did look dapper enough, but he needed to keep an air of mystery too. "Aha!" He brought out another piece of black clothing, narrow and small, open at both ends. Putting it over his head, it covered from his neck up to his nose and he pulled it down for now, his beard was growing and itching.
"Can I fix your hair?"
"Sure," Naruto sat down as Hotaru began brushing his hair as he put on his sandals. She was being careful, not brush his clothes with her sweat as she tied up his hair to form a high, long-ended pony tail. He gave himself one more look and if he was gay, damn he would've wanted to be tapped by that.
"You look so handsome, Master!" Hotaru was rubbing herself, eyeing him as she drooled.
Naruto cheekily smirked and created three clones exclusively for her, exiting the room as they rushed the girl to clog every hole she had. Naruto Uzumaki sighed a bit in the silence. Once upon a time it was all he heard, now he was rarely ever alone. He didn't complain, but having a little 'me time' helped too. The Castle had been fully built and was perhaps his best work yet. Walking out to the main entrance, Naruto stepped into the courtyard now filled with less beings.
His Hell Hounds were sleeping, the Stone Army was on standby and the Undead Knights were vigilant as ever. Two Metsu were standing at the base of the Great White Tree, noting down the rates at which more were being produced and keeping a tally of his forces. High up in the branches more Metsu worked diligently as they inspected the cocoons. It helped when all of them had numbers on their backs. Was it lazy? Yes. Helpful? Definitely. He wasn't omniscient.
Metsu #1 or as he liked to call it, Met-chan, came forward with a list. "Lord Daddy."
"Met-chan."
"I see you are ready to head out, I'll let 23 know you're moving out."
"Do that and make sure everything is going smoothly."
"A bit of news before you leave, Lord Daddy."
"What is that?"
"We are ready to test out the Morph Chamber, Lord Daddy."
"That was quick. Wish it would've happened sooner."
"I beg for your forgiveness, Father. I will do better." Metsu #1 placed his list on the ground, his nose into the dirt as he bowed before Naruto. This bit still felt a bit uneasy to him. The Metsu worshipped him too much. He remembered the first day little Met-chan was just a little sapling, how they sapling grew and the first thing he called Naruto was Father. All of them did when they felt they had fell short of the task he handed them. It was embarrassing sometimes.
"Oi! Oi! Get up, Met-chan." Metsu #1 did as he was told and bowed his head. "I told you not to take little things like this that seriously."
"If I cannot impress you enough I feel a deep sense of shame. You are the reason I exist. It is only fitting I do as you bid and overachieve." Naruto rolled his eyes at those words.
"Chill. Bring me a sword."
"What kind?"
"Lithe. Precise." Met-chan disappeared with blistering speed and came back just as fast. Naruto unsheathed the katana, unbreakable steel forged from the tears of one millions virgin ironsmiths who could never get laid and chakra metal, molten and blessed by drops of his own blood as the slash cut through air particles. It was perfectly balanced. "Not bad."
"Forger insisted on making this. He was disappointed by the last work."
"Given all my abilities, you'd think an armor is the last thing I need."
"We only wish for you to be safe, my Lord," Met-chan sounded pious. "For without your guidance we are all sheep who will be led astray."
Naruto shivered a bit. When he made the Metsu to be completely obedient to him, he didn't expect blind faith in him of that level. He activated the Kamui and began to disappear into the vortex. Through the black and white of the Kamui dimension and one more little teleporting hole, Naruto appeared in a land of dewy grass, soggy trees, softer earth and mist. Lots and lots of mist. Far away his nose picked up the smell of blood, even farther he felt the source of a decently sized chunk of chakra and a taint of hate chaining it up.
Moving on, Naruto began to walk through the area with no noises as he arrived before what looked like an empty cave, but as soon as he stepped forward several shuriken and kunai were launched at him and with a hundred slashes in the span of his second with his katana, all the trinkets were cut down in pieces, harmlessly passing by him as he sheathed his very sharp-edged weapon. Shinobi and kunoichi, armed to the teeth appeared, ready to take him down or die trying.
"Now, now, let's all calm down." He tried to break the ice.
"Who are you? What do you want?" The grand guard really didn't seem like a friendly person. Before Naruto could speak, someone cleared the air for him.
"Stop. He's going to help us." Naruto smiled under his mask watching as the soldiers obeyed the man's words. Utakata walked forward and offered him a handshake, he took it. The two of them walked deep into the entrance of the cave which lead to an even deeper, wide stairway leading to a series of tunnels and what looked like a small village built underground with several more escape routes scattered all throughout the place.
The separatist regime rebelling against the Mizukage had done quite well for themselves. Naruto and Utakata stood before a building on the highest level among all the small buildings here. It seemed that even during a civil war, tiers of social class liked to separate themselves. The guards granted them passage and the two of them entered through several more rooms before arriving at what resembled an office. Maps drawn out, papers stacked neatly and a good old round war table.
Two men stood on the opposing ends on the other side. One of them, stern and hardened by years of war. Naruto could feel the scrutinizing gaze under the eyepatch. The other was a youth, troubled by the lack of achievement and burdened by the legacy of the sword on his back. In the middle sat a woman draped in a rather fashionable battle kimono which clung to her, fit, curvy body. A whiff of cleavage stood out, and more above a face so alarmingly beautiful Naruto had to shuffle through pages of his memories to remember just how goddamn stunning the Fifth Mizukage was.
"Lady Terumi," Utakata bowed a bit, "this is the man I spoke of. He aided me in my escape and once more helped me survive an encounter I was not ready for."
"I see," her voice was sweet like honey, and he knew she wanted to be perceived that way. Her green eyes were alight with mischief and sly as she licked her lips. A perfect act to entice any man. "You have my regards for saving our shinobi. His presence has been quite the boon for us. Utakata is no ordinary shinobi and if a spar with you made him realize he'd be stronger with his people, I wonder what that says about a soldier of fortune like you."
"Well," Naruto shrugged, "you'll have to find out for yourself, sweetheart."
"How dare you address Lady Terumi that way!"
"Ao." Mei Terumi cut him off. "Excuse me friend. He does not appreciate it when people are less than formal with me."
"Well, I don't care about formalities much. All of it seems like excess baggage really."
"Spoken like a true mercenary," Ao almost glared at him. He was guessing the man didn't trust hired help. Naruto couldn't blame him. "For the sake of our freedom and our people is the only reason you're allowed to be here, cutthroat. So show some damn respect."
"Alright, Cyclops," Ao bristled at the name, Chojuro cringed, Utakata shook its head, and Mei Terumi chuckled, giving him a look Naruto liked. "My name is Akagami Arashi. Pleased to meet you all."
And that's it. Chapter got lengthier than I wanted it to. Anyway, I hope you filthy wankers enjoyed this chapter. Only 6 to go and hopefully the writing doesn't fall in quality. I'll try at least. Leave a review if you found any mistakes, your thoughts, opinions and a bit of you semen into the tissue as you wank it out to this chapter as well. Farewell, my fellow wank pheasants. You may now wankety wank as the Wanker, Le King of Wankety Wankers, meat beaters, masturbation masters and wank pheasants FUCKS OFF royally into the void known as my bed.
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