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Chapter Forty-Seven
Song

May 17, 2010

“Ino! Ino what happened?! What’s wrong?!”
Befuddled and enervated, Naruto turned bleary eyes towards the panicked voice, barely able to make out who it was beneath the shrill screams.
Choji..
It was Choji shouting.
Head throbbing bad enough to burst, Naruto struggled to clear the fog from his brain. His clenched teeth left his jaw aching, and his bones felt stiff yet brittle. He felt seconds from collapsing, a beat away from meeting the hard tiled floor with no way to buffer his fall. Sucking in shaky breaths, he willed his tall form to unlock, to push the deep seeded pain to the back of his mind.
He refused to give in to the urge to flop to the floor.
He was still the head of this team, he still had responsibilities to uphold, and more so than any other reason, Ino was his friend. For her, for everyone, he needed to push through the tide carrying him towards feebleness, coaxing him to ceding to the weakness in his limbs. With nothing short of a Herculean effort, he propelled himself into motion, forcing his legs to function, intending to join the concerned Akimichi in his bid to discern the health of the psyche kunoichi.
An iron grip at his middle held him in place.
Lee.
“Naruto-”
“I’m good, Lee,” the blonde replied, cutting the question short, “let go.”
Despite his reassurance, it took him more than a moment to lock his knees the moment he was free. His head was pounding now, made worse by his drunken swaying. Dizziness rose, threatening to send him careening to the ground. Another scream echoed through the chamber, snapping him clumsily back into action. Naruto staggered over to the screaming woman, his muddled brain trying its best to reinforce the wobble in his legs.
Choji knelt on the dirty tile, Ino’s writhing form anchored within his meaty arms. Even through his glassy gaze, Naruto could see the strain in his grip, the amount of strength being used to restrain the hysterical woman.
“Ino, can you hear me?” Choji shouted, “whatever you saw, it can’t hurt you! It’s over now, you’re alright!”
She couldn’t hear him.
And she was far from alright.
She was in a nightmare.
“I’ll get something to calm her down!” Yua shouted, ready to rush from the room and locate one of the medics on staff.
The sudden quieting of screams stopped her at the threshold.
Unnatural quiet, a choking stillness swept the room as the group stood transfixed within the strangeness threading through the staring people among the chamber. This silence should have been heartening, it should have left those that cared about the Yamanaka relived that the fit seemed to becoming to an end, and yet…
There was an underlying tension filling the empty space.
A sixth sense that something was very wrong.
The hair at his nape stood on end.
Whispering static teased his skin.
Ino sucked in a sharp breath and held it, her teeth snapping together with enough force to make him cringe. Her feminine jaw tightened, her teeth started an awful grind and the delicate muscles along her body locked. Her pretty blue eyes, tear stained and dilated, slowly widened before freezing into a stare that was both sightless and unnerving.
Alarmed, Naruto took another step towards the woman rooted in a horrific, frightening posture.
Ino exhaled and the floodgate opened.
There were sounds coming from her mouth, inflections and cadences that patterned themselves like words…
Words that held no origin in human linguistics.
Like nails on chalkboards, the ungodly iteration blasted their ears, scorched their ear canals before digging agonizing groves into their brains.
Konoha shinobi and sand investigator alike slapped both hands over their ears, pain filled grimaces mirrored on their faces. Unable to hold his teammate and protect his ears, Choji dropped the female to the ground, his torment too great to even wince at the thud her body created.
Naruto gritted his own teeth as the noise blasted his senses.
A roar erupted inside his head.
Kurama.
Filled with venom, dripping in malice, threaded with trepidation, the fox spirit filled the confines of their psyche with skull rattling bellows that were as painful as the sounds pouring from Ino’s mouth. The blonde recoiled, staggering from the woman, pressing his hands harder over his ears as he retreated, even while knowing it’d do naught to mute the excruciating frequencies clashing inside his head. He had never heard the kyuubi make such a noise, not even before they became friends. This was warning and a threat, a deterrent accompanied with the guarantee of retaliation should one cross the thunderous line he’d drawn.
Naruto had no fucking clue who or what the fox was warding off.
“What are you doing, Kurama?!” he shouted, “what’s wrong?!”
He may as well have been talking to a brick wall. His nine tailed companion was hell bent on intimidating the perceived threat. In his hellish place between two horrendous noises, Naruto had the chilling impression that the alien vocalization was…responding.
The formation had changed, the tenor had deepened, the pain was worsening.
New sounds joined the fox’s bellowing. Screeches, wails, howls and earth shattering growls. Naruto couldn’t even begin to assign the noise to each being rampaging within his psyche, but he felt their presence, their unique chakra signatures.
Matatabi.
Isobu.
Son Gokū.
Kokuō.
Saiken.
Chōmei.
Gyūki.
Inside his head, the bijuu were rioting in that special place reserved for them all. Inside Jinchuuriki that connected them all.
‘You guys, what is going on?!’ he shouted internally, only for his voice to be drowned out in the chaos.
His ears were ringing and he wasn’t sure which source of dissonance hurt worse.
His indecision was cleared a beat later as the Yamanaka’s voice rose an octave and a slew of vicious sound patterns blasted their ears anew. Naruto stumbled, struggling to keep himself upright; the pounding in his head, the pinpricks of serrated torture that embedded themselves into his nerves, the intensity of her frequency battering his bones, hammering weakness into his locked knees.
He buckled, dropping to a single knee, eyes squeezed shut.
Ino.
The horrible cadence leaving the psyche kunoichi lips were an agony unfamiliar to anything his sense had ever encountered, far worse than the screaming bijuu echoing within the confines of his mind.
That sound was the most painful.
He couldn’t take much more.
As if the desperate, stray thought was a trigger; like a brittle twig, the tension snapped, and it all stopped.
Horrendous silence exploded within the room, dusting their skin with goosebumps.
The stunned occupants met each other’s gazes, each pair of eyes bewildered and unnerved. Naruto sucked in several breaths, fighting to right his overwrought senses within the hush, inside and out. He was shaking, his heart pounding painfully, the sweat on his body icy cold, and the urge the vomit bumping his esophagus. He ran a trembling hand over his mouth, then pressed the heel of his palm to his forehead, gritting his teeth against the earthquakes ravaging his cranium.
Swinging aching eyes to the blonde Yamanaka, Naruto watched her slumped form warily, a bottomless pit of concern alongside his apprehension.
She was shuddering.
Her chest rising and falling as though she’d run for miles.
He had no clue what in the hell had happened, what had come out of Ino, what had come out of the bijuu, what was going on in general, but right now, she needed help.
They’d have to sift through it later.
He swallowed sickly, straightened as much as his aching body would allow and moved towards the woman in question…
Only for Ino’s screams to start anew.
These cries belong to her. There were no foreign speech patterns, no accompanying torment. Those wails, as terrible as they were, the whisker cheeked jonin could handle.
Grimacing, sweat beading his forehead, Choji reached for his distressed teammate once more, speaking urgently to her in an effort to break through the trance holding her hostage. Yua staggered from the room, shouting as she dashed down the hallway. Minutes later, Konoha’s Anbu Captain sprinted into the room. He was at his girlfriend’s side in a heartbeat. Gathering the blonde from Choji’s arms, Sai swept the damp hair from her forehead before pressing her body tightly to hers.
He bent, lips close to her ear.
For several minutes he spoke.
Naruto took the time to gather his scattered facilities and force starch into his spine. A taxing endeavor. He hurt in places he’d never hurt before, in places he wasn’t sure even existed. As he collected himself, he found himself focusing on a presence in the forefront of his psyche. Kurama was bristling, growling and prowling within his mind. Still seething with that dangerous clash of emotions, the kyuubi felt…more animal than sentient being. His mind was in chaos, his hackles risen, self preservation at the forefront of his mind.
‘What the hell was that?’ Naruto questioned again.
No response.
‘Kurama!’
Dark rumbling growls answered his call.
Kurama had always been willful, downright obstinate, but this…
This was not that.
This was different, and so far from the realm of normal behavior, the Jinchuuriki was more than worried for his friend. Never, not once, could he recall Kurama feeling anything close to fear. To be honest, he didn’t think the nine tails capable of such a sensation, but clear as day, he felt something akin to fear, yet not in the sense of the word Naruto recognized.
It was something more primal, more feral that refused to be named fear.
“I have the sedative,” Yua announced upon return, a medic at her back.
Crouching, the woman knelt next to girlfriend and boyfriend. Sai shifted the woman in his arms, bearing her upper arm for the needle. As the liquid brought the young woman to silence, Naruto also took a knee at her side.
“What happened?” Sai asked.
With the unconscious blonde pressed to his chest, the artistic shinobi listen calmly as Naruto relayed the events, Choji filling in holes as needed. The event had taken nearly forty-five minutes, a time frame that left the lone Uzumaki highly confused. To him, it’d felt like mere seconds, no more than a minute before hell had broken loose. It was disorienting, hearing that vast time difference.
Scary even.
Another situation he’d deal with later.
Giving his throbbing eyes a short rub, Naruto once more slipped into the role of team lead. They needed to get Ino help, and Sai had an important mission to complete.
“How long will the sedative last?” he asked Yua.
“An hour, maybe longer.”
On foot, running through grass and trees, that’d be more than enough time. Traveling through the blistering sands of the desert would take time.
“Long enough to return to Sunagakure?”
“I believe so, yes.”
He nodded, and though he directed his next commands to the room at large, his eyes sought out and remained on the pale skinned male soothing the sedated female in his arms.
“We’re taking Ino to the village. Its gonna be a tough run but we need to double time it, ‘ttebayo. One break at the midway point for water, no more than five minutes. Sai, what’s the status on your end?”
“We’ve uncovered a few leads that require follow-up,”
Though his words lack inflections, his hands on the woman in his arms remain gentle and tender, a stark contrast to the lack of emotion passing his lips.
Naruto nodded gingerly, but even that small motion made his head feel seconds from rolling off his shoulders.
“Then we’ll have to part ways now.”
The impassive expression parted, and a new emotion painted his visage. The socially inept shinobi gave his team lead a look.
Naruto knew what that look meant.
He understood that look, more than anyone.
Maybe it made him the biggest hypocrite considering he knew had Hinata been the woman in need of care, they’d have to tear him from her side, and good luck to whoever tried, to get him away from her, but he had to say it.
He had to make the offer.
The offer, not an order.
“Let me take care of her, Sai,” the Jinchuuriki coaxed, his cerulean orbs gleaming with earnest supplication, “we still need you to carry out the other mission. I know I’m asking a lot, I know you want to stay and make sure she’s safe, but I have to ask you to carry on. I swear on my life I’ll take care of her.”
If he refused, Naruto wouldn’t force the issue.
As he’d reasoned earlier, neither hell nor heaven could have swayed him to leave his future wife’s side.
Nothing.
Had the task assigned to Sai been anything else, anything less critical, he wouldn’t have even opened his mouth.
Unfortunately, the reality of their current situation wouldn’t allow him to make that call.
They had to find the remaining citizen of the Village Hidden in Darkness.
It was imperative.
Among the mass of cadavers left behind, a mere 1,243 lay dead. The estimated population was 8 to 15 thousand. Taking the low end of the spectrum, 6,757 men, women and children were missing.
Where had they gone?
Had they scattered in the wake of the massacre or was someone else leading the flock?
Takahiro? Perhaps the Otsutsuki that had set this plan in motion?
What did that flock consist of?
Humans? Jubokko? Some other horrific combination they had no knowledge of?
Where would such monstrosities be hiding?
The answer to these and many more questions were of the utmost importance. For now, they would start with the most imperative and hope the others were revealed in the process. That was the former roots member’s mission. Locating the 6,757 to 13,757 survivors currently MIA, presumed alive and possibly dangerous. It wasn’t a trivial task.
It was crucial.
The two men shared a moment, a man to man conversation that was voiceless, before the impassivity returned to Sai’s face, and with a beat of hesitation, shifted Ino’s weight. Naruto braced his body to accept the precious cargo, knowing this concession cost the other male a lot to make. His tired muscles protested, his aching skin recoiled, but the determined Uzumaki refused to buckle. He’d made a promise, and he’d keep it no matter what his body wanted.
“I’ll take care of her,” the jonin repeated.
“I know,” came the hushed reply, though Naruto detected a thread of tension, “report her condition to the Hokage as soon as you can. He’ll get word to me.”
“Of course.”
“We’ll all take care of her,” Choji injected hoarsely, Lee nodding at his side.
Dark eyes swept the group, and as he looked from one resolute face to another, the tightness in his face softened. He gave the group a nod, then turned to his girlfriend, his eyes gleaming with an emotion broadcasting how torn he felt between duty and love.
Indulging a last caress of her pliant face, Sai stood.
“Botan, Fuyuko,”
Was all he said, before quiting the room, the two shinobi hurrying to match his clipped pace.
“Let’s get out of here,” Naruto said, struggling to his feet.
“I can carry her, Naruto-kun,” Lee insisted, “we all promised Sai we’d care for Ino.”
Hurting, and sore, the blonde couldn’t refuse. He needed a moment to collect himself, to sift through his experience and calm the kyuubi still on edge within his head. Without a word, he handed her over to the taijutsu specialist and the group began to file out of the room. Unable to stop himself, Naruto glanced back at the tree, unease crawling over his flesh as he studied it. It looked more wilted than it had initially, and there was curvature that gave him pause…
A shriveled, patchy white branch that seemed like it was reaching toward him.
xxxxxx
“It’s too late. She’s made contact with him.”
Takahiro turned his gaze to the speaker. The gunmetal gray skinned, blue haired woman dropped her hands, her onyx eyes shinny and distraught in her reptilian face. Qyt'si, the leader of the Nirall people, the beings Toriyama hid amongst a lifetime ago, reached out to the image in the fountain. With a serene glide of her elongated, three fingered, one thumbed hand, she cleared the image of Hinata Hyuuga charging across a body of water, her feral teammate and his dog running alongside her. Gentle ripples replaced the window into the dimension he’d once occupied, the liquid mimicking water flowing as though a creature swam beneath is surface. Cloudy mist whirled from its depths, overflowing from the teal, crystal structure before evaporating several feet from the spongy floor below.
It was as strange as the rest of this plane.
Hollowed and unnervingly quiet, this…planet, wherever it was, appeared to have undergone a significant amount of harvesting at the hands of the Otsutsuki. From his prison dubbed ‘his quarters for the foreseeable future’, he often looked through the cellophane wrap like film that was his window. A touch to the cool surface cleared the haziness, and his view of the outside world became crystal clear.
Dead trees as far as the eye could see.
Big bodies of water that had long since dried up.
Vegetation, a combination of brown and struggling green, barely clinging to what was left of it’s life.
This place was a wasteland.
He’d yet to see a single animal, nor had he heard the chirp of a bird.
Death.
This land was soaked in it.
No longer a vibrant planet, merely the biggest grave site he’d ever laid eyes upon.
The large, labyrinth he and the others occupied reflected the bleak conditions outside its walls. The roof seemed days from collapse, the floor chipped and cracked, the very building around them lopsided and sad, and yet, in pockets of the castle, advanced technology, some, like the viewing fountain, taking on the appearance of science fiction and fantasy. Pieces of machinery smuggled from Qyt'si’s planet prior to the arrival of the Otsutsuki. They appeared as out of place as pretty blue sky stretched across the barren planes outside his room.
“You’ll never be able to take any of the shinobi down with that level of force,” Takahiro told the gray skinned female, “Even the medic could’ve dispatched those birds had he not had his hands full with the Aburame. This is wasted effort. I have a few scrolls of forbidden jutsu stashed in hideouts in Sunagakure, if we can reached them, I can make them stronger.”
Qyt'si shook her head, blue hair swaying as she did.
“We cannot,” she told him.
“If we don’t, they’re going to continue to tear through any opposition you pose,”
“We cannot afford to allow events to continue as they are, but each time we visit that dimension, we increase our risk of exposure,” Shigeru supplied, “and as it stands, our objective has already failed, Hinata-sama has already been exposed to the catalyst. The process has already been set in motion and with each moment she spends in his presence, that process will accelerate. Our options now are to prepare for the coming storm and intervene when and where we can before it is too late.”
The double amputee swung his eyes to the other side of the strange room. To gaunt humanoid calmly sipping foul smelling liquid in a shimmering metal cup.
Shigeru.
Otsutsuki-sama.
The sickly frail celestial being with the left curving horn atop his head.
An Otsutsuki from his past.
A past he didn’t remember.
A past he’d been ignorant of thirteen days ago. When Toriyama approached him, years ago, he too had tried to entice him with knowledge of his youth, of a clan he felt no affinity to, a family that was no longer his, and Takahiro had felt no interest in knowing.
Progress with the serum.
Tangible results.
That had been the only subject of value he wanted to speak to the celestial being about.
His dispassionate disposition about who he was had not waned, though he viewed his newly discovered identity with muted curiosity one might harbor from a new food flavor. When they spoke about it, when he thought about it, it was as if this person, Takahiro Akechi was someone else.
Not Takahiro of the Hidden Darkness village.
Not him.
As wild as his restored past was, even more shocking was his lingering family.
He had a brother.
A twin actually.
Even that felt surreal to the legless man. From what he’d heard of twins, he questioned his lack of longing for his long lost sibling. Closeness, an unspoke connection, was that not a prominent attribute of two children born of a single egg? Shouldn’t he feel something for the man he hadn’t seen since his youth? A man that shared the same face he saw in the stained, cracked mirror in his bathroom.
He felt…nothing.
Not love.
Not sadness.
Not even the tying up of loose ends.
His family had died with Kohei.
“With the way things have gone, I’d argue it’s already to late,” Takahiro ventured, “you are in no condition to stop them, nor are any of the others. If you can’t stop this, I don’t see how you can usurp them once this comes to fruition. You won’t be able to stop them, you might not even escape with your lives, let alone gain control of-”
“You forget yourself.”
It was spoken softly from the pale male, and yet held an arctic chill.
Takahiro snapped his mouth shut, nerves twisting his stomach. This was becoming a very common, a very dangerous occurrence, him becoming swept up in the clandestine attack and complex planning taking place around him. They looked to him for information they had not been able to glean, however, his input was unwelcome unless requested. Though he’d use the term request loosely. They were commands, issued with the expectation of being answered immediate, comprehensively and respectfully. Those milk white eyes and unearthly stillness radiated a ruthlessness innate among the Otsutsuki. Generating a sensation one would experience sticking their head in the mouth of an alligator.
He was no exception to the rule.
“We have planned, schemed and moved in the shadows eons before your birth, your presence is but another card to play among a vast deck already assembled. You are not indispensable.”
He knew that.
Takahiro was well aware of his tenuous place.
He was an asset, a disposable asset.
However, the crafty twin had already planned ahead for the day his well of information reached its end. One avenue of safety lay in the repulsive liquid Shigeru drank in twelve hour intervals.
A brew concocted to slow his internal deterioration.
A brew with a very important ingredient.
The life force of another Otsutsuki.
Coupled with the defective seeds Toriyama stole from their home world, one seed and one of the more healthier Otsutsuki produced enough of the medicinal liquid to sustain a clan member for a number of years.
A number of years had passed.
The number of healthy Otsutsuki had dwindled.
Whereas a single cup sustained the body for a month, that time had only degraded to a few hours a day, twelve to be exact, before the next dose was needed.
They were running out of options to keep their bodies functioning, their life force from extinguishing eternally. They were desperate for a solution. A solution his clan, the Akechi had been working towards from their very formation at the behest of the creature wasting away at the little table in the far corner. Otsutsuki-sama supplied the Otsutsuki, along with the seeds, while the Akechi provided the ambrosia prolonging their existence.
At least they had been.
Two decades ago, another alien born of the same clan stumbled across the village.
The night he and his twin had been separated.
Toriyama, wearing the very skin of his mother, had whisked him away to the Land Hidden in Rain, leaving him in an orphanage within the war torn village.
An orphanage on the radar of a defector.
Kohei.
The meeting with the brother of his heart had been orchestrated by Toriyama himself. The tablets, and seeds he’d hidden as he was bid by the hazy woman from his memory, a mere ploy to guide him in the direction of the body snatchers ambition.
Or rather.
Shigeru’s ambition.
The night his village burned to the ground, the attacker had wrought destruction with one goal in mind.
Extracting the life saving mixture.
Every bit of it.
And so he had.
The fresh batch made that day, the ones cooling in the fridge, and the life remaining in the tree beneath their house, leaving the Otsutsuki attached to waste away.
He remembered none of it, short of hiding his precious cargo in a hole below the floorboard under his bed at the orphanage. As predicted, in his desire to aid Kohei, to build a village safe from the mechanizations and callousness of the surrounding nations, he’d used those relics of his former village and created the jubokko. Shigeru had to know Takahiro was more than capable of recreating the liquid he was currently drinking, that with the raw material he needed, he could produce a more potent, more effective, longer lasting treatment.
He was too intelligent not to.
Either way, if communications continued their downward spiral, he’d be sure to make the Otsutsuki aware of it.
xxxxxx
Akeem: Hello! Thank you for sharing your thoughts and being kind enough to leave a review! There is indeed a reason for the information concerning the females and jubokko, to be revealed later :D Kiba and Hinata’s “situation” will be an ongoing tension, but it’ll come to a conclusion one way or another. I’m happy you’re enjoying the fic, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, hope to hear from you again!
Soooo, I’m evil, I know I am, so I’m not even gonna pretend I didn’t know you were all misled with my description of Otsutsuki-sama. ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°) Sorry, couldn’t help myself. Otsutsuki-sama is not Isshiki. While similar, their horn pattern is different. At his introduction, I described Otsutsuki-sama with “a scythe shaped horn jutting from the left side of his cranium” (chapter 42), Isshiki’s horn grows from his left, curves to the back of his head and ends in that scythe shape on the right side, lol. They’re two different Otsutsuki. So, to make up for being a butt, I present two supplementary readings for the last chapter and this chapter.
The last chapter: About the break in into entity 504’s chamber, I shall direct your attention to chapter 21. Do with it as you will.
This chapter: Chapter 41 if you have forgotten the gray skinned, blue haired alien woman. She has a name now, as well as some background to go along with her.
I planned on writing more, but I’m starting to crash. My sleep patterns are just, all over the place. I’ve been so tired and sluggish, but now I keep passing out, so I know, the big sleeps are coming. Once I get a few days of sleep, I should be right as rain and get back to forming the chapters the way I like. Sorry about that! That’s all for now.
Please don’t forget to review!
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Sessakag~
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