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Descriptions of VIOLENCE, SEXUAL ABUSE AND RAPE.

Out there … in the wooded area ringing the estate … the ritual begins.
Under the watchful eyes of her guards, Uchiha Suté undergoes a rite of passage which will forever sever ties with the name, fortune and sins of her former family. Once completed, she will be welcomed onto the grounds of house Hatake. Dressed in a simple kimono of palest pink, green and yellow, her long black hair is secured into an elaborate headdress befitting her new status as chief bridesmaid. Gaki surrounding the manor must perforce bow before her as she's led to the hallowed vaults where the purification process will take place.
As she kneels before the Yasha a chalice of gold is pressed to her lips, this in preparation for her mind to receive the Master, she drinks deeply of the potion; absinthe mingled with traces of her guard's miasma. Her garments carefully removed before she's made to stretch out on pallets of Cryptomeria. Gently will the Yasha massage and manipulate her body with the oils of sandalwood, cedarwood and juniper berries. Afterwards, she will be wrapped in woven white cotton while her attendants impart their knowledge of the Hatake ancestry by the laying on of hands.
Once the fabric is peeled away and burned, the ashes are collected and mixed into a paste of marjoram oil and a finely powdered herbal compound. Bathed in rain water scented with the resins of frankincense and myrrh, she is then be laid upon the altar. Using ink infused with the Master’s blood, the Yasha paint sacred symbols on the canvas of her body from forehead to the soles of her feet. It is at this point of the ritual where she must be forcibly held down while the symbols sink into her flesh and burn into the depths of her being. All the while, the Yasha continue chanting centuries old incantations which will bring the sacrifice forth from the grave at the time appointed. Finally, draped in raw silks, she will lie in repose upon the altar until he Lord arrives.
Recherché
With his hand hovering above the door handle, Lord Hatake suddenly declines to oversee the preparations of the bridesmaid as was usual; instead he declares she will be claimed at the precise moment of the eclipse. He turned to look back at the cell where Umino was recovering and then again to the door where the Uchiha waited.
“I retire to my bedchamber Maito … go, fetch him.”
A current of excitement runs through the ballroom as the hour of the eclipse draws nigh. While the orchestra continued playing, Kinoe busies himself herding guests out the front door, directing them to the massive back lawn, where fluffy blankets with plump bolsters are spread and bonfires illuminate the gardens and orchards.
Maito eases up behind him whispering, "Our Lord is foul of spirit … he has need of you."
Quick as lightening does Kinoe hasten to his quarters, grabbing up the essential items, he nips down to the vaults via a passageway in the kitchen. On the hunt for the friends of Umino, Maito searches every room in east wing.
Recherché
Holding the bundle close to his chest, Kinoe calms his breathing and knocks once. A thick black mist slithers beneath the door and hangs heavy inside the enclosed space as he's drawn inside. In the far corner of the room, glowing eyes bore into his soul. The door behind him slams closed of its own accord as he stands momentarily transfixed. Posthaste does he divest himself of adornment while walking to the center of the room.
The air about him, frigid, his breaths, wispy puffs of white.
The cruse of oil still clutched in his hand is broken open, spilled forth and quickly applied. In a flash, a malevolent force wraps round his body and without further ado, the crack of a braided whip shatters the silence as it slices through the air; its bite burning into the skin of his thighs, laying open the flesh on his back and slashing across his chest as the fury of his Master is unleashed.
Nary a sound escapes him as in the bliss of agony he finds solace.
Time and again does the lash fly, the pain unrelenting until at last, his knees buckle, and his lips kiss the cool stone floor when he crumples before his Lord.
On all fours as a beast in estrus, he has but a moment to catch his breath before claws dig into his shoulders to hold him in place. In the space of a blink is he speared; long crooked barbs mangling the soft lining of the passageway intended as an exit, his screams serving to double the force of that which thrusts inside him, till he can scream no more. Spent, the Master leaves him a bloodied mess, and in that instant, does he hear footsteps approach; it is a trio of Yasha, bearing salves for his wounds. Despite the pain, for Kinoe this violent act is a source of pride; providing Master an outlet for his wrath, he’s cemented his position of usefulness to Lord Hatake which is the only thing that matters.
Outside the chambers where Iruka is held and the sacrifice lies in readiness does the Master pace. He stills for a moment to watch as the Yasha lead a battered Kinoe back to his quarters. Pangs of remorse hold him in their fiery grip; his head feeling as if it will split open any second, he slumps against the cool stone wall. The hell goes on here? Is this hunger ... the effect of the rising moon … bloodlust? Willing his body upright and pushing away from the support at his back, he knows he must flee this place at once ... or else be consumed. To the safety of his bedchamber does he return, the smell of Kinoe’s blood still lingering in the air.
It is hunger, he reasons, soon will I know satiety.
Recherché
The search almost over, Maito senses the unrest of his Master. At once, he bounds down the stairs opposite the lounge to the vaults below. As soon as the sole of his shoe touches the last stone step, he’s knocked to the floor by a sledgehammer like punch to the solar plexus.
Jiraiya stands no more than ten feet from him. “It is Kama’s wrath I perceive; the Master is beside himself. What have you done?"
Clutching at his midsection, Maito slowly rises. “He has tasted of the blood of his enemy. Ere I could prevent our Lord, the guarantee on Umino’s soul was exacted.”
“Fool! Didn’t I warn you!” Jiraiya lunged at him, transmuting into his true form mid leap. Claws the strength of graphene blindly swipe and gouge at Maito’s flesh, but youth, agility and speed like unto a cheetah keeps Maito just outside his reach. He grabs hold the arm of the elder, turning him about and sinking his fangs into Jiraiya’s shoulder. Growling and grappling they tumble to the floor, neither holding the advantage over the other for long. Screams from the Master’s bedchamber brings the fight to its end. Gathering themselves, they race along the dim corridor; Maito reaching the door first. It slams against the wall and to their surprise, they discover Lord Hatake has clean quit the area.
“Shit! His appetite whet, his mind clouded, Lord Kakashi is a liability for all of us. He may well rape or kill whomsoever crosses his path--”
“No,” Maito protested, “my Lord would not stray far from the sacrifice!”
Down the hall a door squeaks open and they run out into the corridor in time to see their Sovereign emerge from Iruka’s holding cell.
“Questioning the self-control and judgment of one's Master ... that is unwise and very disrespectful."
“Master, you must feed--”
“Last time I checked Jiraiya,” he said walking toward them, “this is my home, everything and everyone in it is under my command and moves in accordance with my wishes. Which means, all things should be done in accordance with my timing. What say you?”
“My Lord, I did not mean to presume--”
“And yet you did. Oh …right," he added with a snap of his fingers, "while I’m thinking along these lines, if ever you lay a hand on any of my servants without my permission…"
The crackle of lightening forced them shield their eyes; the power of their Lord's fury swept Jiraiya off his feet, slamming him against the opposite wall, " … I will end you. Need I repeat myself?"
A tiny voice, raspy with pain answered, “No ... Master.”
“It's settled then; at the stroke of midnight will I claim the sacrifice, afterward, you will transport her to the place appointed Maito. Umino bears my seal which unfortunately, makes him a delectable target. As he is defenseless against your hordes of gaki, you will make sure he arrives home safely Jiraiya.”
Recherché
2300: Ryota shows up at house Hatake and quickly finds Aoba in the exiting crowds. “Where’s Ibiki?”
The other man gestures to end of the hall with a jut of his chin. “Conference with the head of household. What’s up?”
“Just go get him … I’ll find Raidou. We meet back here in the foyer … five minutes tops. Aint got time to repeat myself.”
Recherché
Content that his two messengers await their arrival near the door of the cabin, Sai goes over his notes one more time. The sacrifice will take place soon. Denied access by a guard on the inside and seals placed the outside of the door. Extremely powerful beings lie in wait in the forests. “Shit ... Iruka!”
Recherché
There’s a light rap on the salon door; a smiling servant greets him and Lord Hatake bids him enter.
“Sorry to interrupt sirs … need to have a word with the Inspector if you don’t mind.”
“Aoba, your timing’s perfect; Lord Hatake would've had me in just four more moves. I do hope opportunity presents to do this again sir,” he said as he rose from his seat.
“Always a pleasure to face a worthy opponent Inspector.”
As the servant ushered them out, Ibiki was heard asking, “Ryota’s here, right?”
“Yeah. Had a pinched look on his face when he went off to find Raidou. Wants to meet up in the foyer.”
“I see him and that look means bad news. Shit!”
Raidou signals them to a meeting place in a corner of the vestibule.
“Alright,” Ibiki sighs, “we’re all here, what’s the--?”
“Akimichi Yori, Nara Hitoshi … dead. Entire Uchiha clan … dead. Orochimaru, Danzou and Kabuto missing, presumed dead … there was a lot of blood in the Kokucho conservatory, no sign of the bodies--”
"Sonofabitch! Aoba ... Raidou … you stay put. Let's go Ryota!"
He could see Mayonaka standing beside Ryota’s mount as they made their way through the line on the stairs. A firm grip on his shoulder prevented him from going further.
“Leaving so soon,” the Governor said, “what’s your hurry? Fireworks haven’t started yet--”
“Something’s brewing,” he said when he turned about. “Fill you in on the details in the morning.”
They took off at a normal gait so as not to draw attention, breaking into a trot as they cleared the property line. Along the way, Ryota brought him up to speed with the other goings on. “We got domestic animals running wild and woodland creatures running amok ... hares chasing wolves through town … that sorta thing. Bar fights been breaking out like crazy … holding cells are at capacity--”
“I got it, Ryota ... whole territory’s gone nuts. We stop there first,” he gestured toward the hospital.
The sickeningly sweet smell of burnt flesh and the pungent odors of chemicals turn their stomachs as they were led through to the basement; naturally, Genma was at the center of activity with a huge grin on his face.
“Welcome to my world Inspector. Reckon you wanna know cause of death for ‘em, eh? Throats cut, plain and simple. The weapon? Not sure, but my money is on a sword with a broad blade. As you can smell, they’re all burnt up ... no telling who is who.”
Their journey back to the constabulary was spent in silence. Once behind the closed door of his office, Ibiki rifles through his stash of hard liquors. The dented flask of whiskey trembles in his hand as he turns it up and gulps it down.
Recherché
2325: Dr. Umino Iruka is translated from a dank cell, to a plush upholstered chair in one of the lounges of the east wing. Servants have notified Kotetsu and Izumo that their friend has fallen ill; they direct them to where he sits dazed.
“For heaven sake Iruka, snap out of it!”
He looks around, panic stricken, “Zumo? Where am I? How'd I get here?”
“The Governor arranged a coach for us ... remember?”
“No, after that, the old woman, the cloakroom …and then I was in another place,” he insisted as he grabbed hold Kotetsu’s jacket. “It was dark … Hatake and another creature were there too--”
“Ruka, you’re scarin’ me man. Let go and calm yourself alright? Take my word for it,” he assured him while prying his fingers from the fabric, “you’ve been sitting right here in the same spot for the last ten minutes--”
“God damn it! Listen to me! I was in a dungeon … Hatake … a seal--”
“Okay … it’s alright," he heard Izumo say. "We were told you got overheated ... collapsed or something." Bringing the back of his hand to Iruka's forehead, he went on to say, "Maybe the places and people you saw were part of a fever dream; you are a little warm--”
“It wasn’t a dream Zumo … don’t you believe me?”
“Umm, they’re bringing the carriage around. Let's get you home and into bed; you’ll feel better in the morning--”
“Hey, what gives with his throat? Looks bruised--”
“Let me see,” Izumo said, “… it’s a rash, I think. There were some exotic foods on the menu ... maybe he ate something he’s allergic to. Iruka, you having any trouble swallowing? Open your mouth, let me have a look--”
“No, I’m fine,” he insists frantically batting away Izumo’s hands. “Oh no, no … no,” he says as he runs his hands into his pockets, “the amulets … they’re gone!”
“Don’t worry buddy, we still got ours--”
“Tetsu … we’re in the den of demons … unprotected!”
“All the more reason we should leave now.”
Iruka was babbling incoherently but conscious when they stuffed him into the carriage. But not three minutes into the ride, he was fast asleep.
"Would ya look at that?” Kotetsu says, “All tuckered out and callin’ hogs."
"He shouldn't be so tired this early in the evening. I’m starting to get worried--"
"Zumo, make up your mind. First, you were all bent outta shape because he was having fun, now you're all twisted up because he's worn out from having too much fun. And now I’m bent outta shape because we’re missing the eclipse--"
“That’s why they put windows in these things, so people could look out of them. Can you stay on topic for a minute … can ya?"
"You don't have get nasty about it ... geez--"
"Listen, we both know Iruka can’t hold his liquor, but I don’t think he’s drunk--”
“You think he’s sick or somethin’?”
Recherché
Twelve minutes to midnight … the door to the hallowed place opens slowly. The Yasha assume their normal appearance as they fall to their knees in obeisance to the Master. The faintest gasp escapes Sute’s pink lips as lord Hatake appears in his true form before her. Her body trembles as she sits up to recite the words of the vow:
“I have renounced all my lord and
pledge to thee my fealty for eternity.
Sanctify me your bondservant, for freely I give myself to thee.”
As shades of red creep across the face of the moon above, the silk covering her body is rent in twain; the spirit of Kama overtakes Lord Hatake as they exact the final revenge upon the last surviving member of the Uchiha. Angered that he couldn’t humble Umino when the opportunity presented itself, Lord Kakashi falls upon her, wresting her virginity in a manner most violent; her screams riling the Yasha and spurring on Master’s repeated abuse of every available orifice. Her body broken and torn, he returns her to a prone position and rips open her throat, cutting through the carotid artery with his fangs to drink his fill of her blood.
Recherché
Dropped off at the Administrative complex, they stand in awe of the blood red moon before hitting the trail to home.
"Still think we should have taken a room at an inn," Kotetsu grumbles.
"Nonsense, the night air will do us all some good. Besides, you do see all these people milling about us, right? I'm sure the inns are full, and I'd much rather talk to Iruka in a place where he feels comfortable."
"It's not like he's gone mental … I mean, he's not gonna freak out … is he?"
Izumo cuts his eyes at Iruka gibbering between them. "I think he just needs to unwind, sleep in his own bed--"
"Would you two stop talking about me as if I'm weren't here please? I'm not mental or drunk and when we get home … I'll prove it."
Recherché
"Eclipse … seen it … appropriately impressed by it and now, I'm ready to peel off this get up and go to bed. Hope you enjoyed yourself Shizune, but it's past my bedtime … we're leaving."
"Fine by me, milady," she yawns. "I could just kick myself for scheduling a farewell breakfast for 8:00 am. Thank you again for letting me tag along. I've a feeling this is a night I won't soon forget."
Recherché
"What the hell are those things?"
"They're called owls, Zumo. They fly and hunt at night-"
"Don't patronize me. I meant what are they doing standing outside our door?"
"One of them has something in his beak, I think it's a scroll," Izumo said as he moved closer to the bird. "Oh, these are Sai's drawings." One of the owls took wing, dropping the scroll into Izumo's open palm, the other simply exploded, leaving behind a small package.
"What does the note say?"
"It says, 'Dear Mr. Tetsu, go inside and fire up a lantern so Izumo can read the scroll."
"Back to normal, are ya Ruka?"
As they settle in and start changing clothes for bed, Izumo and Kotetsu realize their amulets are missing too, even the ones they had in their socks.
"What's this world coming to," Kotetsu gripes as he joins the others at the table. "Never thought we'd get pinched in a high-class joint like that."
"So what now Iruka? Any information Sai collected tonight is practically useless to us without protection."
"Who knows," he said rubbing at his temples. "Maybe his mice recovered some of our smaller talismans--"
"Gimme that thing… I'll read it," Kotetsu said. "Oi, this kid's got a lotta nerve … what a little … get this,"
'Blend these together and make tea for Iruka … and only Iruka.
Will explain later, imperative you follow my instructions.'
"Again, his mice may have seen what made Iruka ill; I reckon the teas he sent are medicinal ... that was a nice gesture."
Kotetsu was already tearing into the package. "What the hell is this stuff? It stinks."
Izumo took a deep breath and sighed, "Brings back memories doesn't it?"
"Yeah. Whenever Father needed dry herbs or roots in a hurry, he'd mix up a compound like this. Sprinkling it on the fresh ingredients didn't alter the effect of the medicines, just made them stink to high heaven." Iruka pulled the package closer to himself, "Let's see what we got here. Burdock root, red clover, Reishi mushrooms and dandelions … should be good. I'll make regular tea for you Tetsu."
Recherché
His enemies defeated, his belly full,
yet satisfaction lay beyond his grasp.
The same drawing force he felt when Iruka was near prickled at his nerves from a distance, taunting him through the open window of his private study.
Damn you Umino.
There is yet one more thing I must take from you.
Notes:
Perforce: of necessity; necessarily; by force of circumstance.
The numbers four and nine are considered unlucky in Japan. The word written ‘four’ closely resembles the word used for ‘death;’ the number ‘nine’ sounds like the word for ‘pain and suffering.’
Sandalwood oil is an antispasmodic, relaxing the nerves, muscles and blood vessels. It is also a disinfectant and has a mild sedative effect. Cedarwood oil is an antiseptic and it too has a mild sedative effect. Juniper berry oil prevents sepsis (blood poisoning); also used as a blood purifying agent. Marjoram oil is a vasodilator, making wide the blood vessels and increasing the flow of blood in the body.
Satiety: the feeling or state of being sated; the supplying (of someone) with as much as or more than is desired or can be managed.
Solar plexus: a complex of ganglia (a structure which contains numerous nerve cell bodies linked by synapses and radiating nerves of the sympathetic nervous system) at the pit of the stomach.
Whet (archaic): a thing that stimulates appetite or desire.
Graphene: one of the strongest metals known to man.
Estrus: a period of sexual excitability when female mammals are receptive to males; in heat or rut.
Recumbent: suggestive of repose; lying down, reclining.
Divest: to undress or strip, especially of clothing, ornament or equipment.
Adornment: something that adds attractiveness.
Myrrh: derived from the wounding of certain trees causing them to 'bleed' this resin. The ancient Egyptians combined it with natron to embalm bodies. It is said to produce blood moving powers to purge stagnant blood from the uterus. In Biblical texts, myrrh was one of the core ingredients of the anointing oil used for the consecration of the tabernacle and the high priests which would serve at its altar, as well as being part of a purification ritual for a queen.
Bloodlust: the uncontrollable urge to kill or maim; desire for blood shed.
Wrest: to gain something by force or violence; take away by force.
Gibber: to speak inarticulately or meaninglessly.
Burdock root removes toxins from the blood. Red clover treats fever, Reishi mushrooms and dandelion root act as liver detoxifying agents.
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