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The Red Spiral	By : YamiWriter Category: Naruto > General Views: 47331 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter List
- 5
- 6
- 7
Chapter 6 is here, boys. 4 chapters left and then we’ll see if I continue this story in a crossover series or not. ‘Till then enjoy this hedonistic depraved journey.
Kazekage.
The strongest shinobi of the Hidden Sand.
Its leader.
Its protector.
Move, he commanded in his mind. His eyes stung from the blood seeping into his sight. It burned. Move it all. He was still the Kazekage, even in this broken state. Hand outstretched, chakra being drained and the monster more than eager to take over, Gaara did what was expected of him. Save his village. A world of sand floating above Sunagakure floated away. Desperation kicked in as he used the last of his strength to move those impending clouds away from the villagers. He wouldn’t let a single soul perish. And he did as all the sand fell outside of the village perimeters and with that he too fell.
YOU FOOL! The monster inside bellowed. WHY DO ALL THAT?! FOR WHAT?! THE SAME PEOPLE WHO CALL YOU THEIR LEADER CALL YOU A DEMON BEHIND THEIR BACKS! AND INSTEAD OF DOING THE RIGHT THING, YOU KILL US BOTH!
Are you afraid, Shukaku? He asked the mad raccoon in his mind. His body couldn’t move. The urge to close his eyes was great, but he couldn’t. The beast would most likely take over in his weakened state and wreak havoc. He, as the Kazekage, could not, and would not let that happen. I thought you couldn’t die.
OF COURSE I CAN’T DIE! It yelled back. The scathing shout helped him stay awake. He was wrapped up in hardened clay. Deidara, the Mad Bomber, lived up to his reputation and through the narrow of his eyes he saw another figure. Hunched over in an Akatsuki cloak, his head look deformed and a veil covered the rest of his face. BUT I KNOW! I KNOW WHAT THESE RED CLOUD FREAKS WANT TO DO. TAILED BEAST HUNTERS! EVERY DAMNED AGE IT’S THE SAME THING. FIRST THAT ACCURSED WOOD WORKER! THEN YOUR FILTHY VILLAGE! NOW THEM! YOU WILL NEVER LEAVE US ALONE! LET ME OUT, GAARA! LET ME OUT AND I’LL END THEM!
“Deidara,” Gaara heard the raspy voice and soon was being looked in the eyes by the other Akatsuki member. “He’s awake. You kept me waiting, and did a half-assed job while capturing him.”
“Oh calm down, Sasori.” Gaara took a closer look at his other captor. He looked nothing like Sasori of the Red Sands, yet the scratched out headband was there. Gaara felt a pat on his head. Followed by several more. Deidara started chuckling. “It’s not like our dear Kazekage can do anything about it. Isn’t that right?”
“What makes you so sure?” The fifth Kazekage heard the sinister rattle of metal and soon found a sharp spike looking him in the face, at the end of it a long tail made of burnt black iron creeping out from the robes of Sasori. “The Ichibi Jinchūriki is the most unstable one out of all the ones we gathered intel on. Maybe I should just give him a little something to help him…sleep.”
“Now, now, Sasori,” Deidara shrugged, “if he falls asleep, the Ichibi will probably take over. He’s unstable, but I feel like our Lord Kazekage cares a bit too much about his village. He could’ve saved his own hide if he wanted to, but instead made sure nothing happens to the village. Now here he is trying his best to stay awake and not let the beast out. He knows he doesn’t have a choice. Either he has to die for his village or let his village die.” Dramatically, the Akatsuki member put his hand against his forehead. “If the Tsuchikage was this compassionate, I would’ve never left Iwa in the first place.”
“It’s amazing how every time you speak you prove you’re an idiot, but this was not one of those times.” The tail retracted back under the cloaks as the two began marching forward. “Let’s move. We’ve wasted enough time as it is.”
“OH! You hear that, Lord Kazekage?” Deidara told him and Gaara would’ve clenched his fists if he could. The sheer mockery his kidnapper spoke with was infuriating. “The great Sasori agreed with me. Who knows maybe I’ll make him change his stance on art as well.”
“That’ll never happen, dimwit.” Their rants began to rise as did his rage. It was boiling inside him. The urge to let go, but there was still the doubt of Shukaku wanting revenge. He didn’t trust the Tailed Beast and he never would.
I need to get back. If only he even had half his chakra. Most of it was used to try and keep his alive from all the damage the explosion caused and now here he was. He tried to move. It was useless. Gaara let out a grunt, and only heard laughter followed by a mutter of ‘Fool.’ I have to move. I have to move! I HAVE TO MOVE! He yelled in his mind, fingers trying to twitch amidst the hardened clay wrapped carefully around his entire body, especially his fingers and the gourd on his back separated by that thrice damned clay.
Gaara, Shukaku spoke in a more composed way. The most calm tone he’d ever heard from the beast. Something’s wrong. Let me out. Let me out now!
You’re not destroying the Village. Gaara knew better than to believe the lies. The beast had long pretended to be his mother, feeding him hate and lies.
BOY! THERE’S SOMETHING COMING!
Shut up. I’ve had enough. And then there was silence. He stared to the side. Eyes seeing all the sand around him. This was still his ground. He flared what chakra he had and called out to the sand in his gourd. The clay bird he was on stopped moving.
“Eh?”
“Deidara- His sand!”
Gaara was flung free from the bird. Cords of sand saved him, wrapping around him and swallowing the bird he was carried on. More desert soil twisted and danced, coming to life with a vengeance matched only by the contempt he felt towards these Akatsuki members. The sand snuggled around him, comfortably wrapping him in a cocoon like shield, yet letting a little opening remain—just enough for him to see what was happening.
I told you, he said to the monster within. I’m done with your lies. Instead of a rage filled yell, an ominous cackle or a sarcastic remark, Gaara felt a sharp pain in his head. A high pitched noise filled his ears and it felt as if something was trying to break out of his skull. Shukaku’s chakra was acting strange. Volatile. It was…afraid.
“Deidara,” he heard Sasori speak with murder in his voice, “you messed things up.”
“The hell I did!” The Mad Bomber was wearing his scope again and looked furious. “Intel says he shouldn’t have this much chakra after what happened and he’s in no state to control the Ichibi.”
“You screwed up.”
“Then why the hell is his gourd still here?!”
Gaara’s eyes widened and he realized there was indeed a load off his shoulder. There on the barren grounds, his trusted old gourd was lying there and he was here, in a Sand of Shield not made from his will. There were no Magnet Release users alive other than him. Before he could think more, a whip of sand emerged and almost cut through the Akatsuki figures. One of them got caught in it and broke into piece as metal and wood fell to the ground. From that emerged a figure, a young man shirtless, his body looking suspiciously similar to old puppet designs Kankuro had bothered him with endlessly and stood with Deidara. The man who emerged looked more similar to the descriptions of Sasori that Elder Chiyo had recounted to him.
“What the hell is going on?” Deidara’s back was to the now more familiar Sasori. He was looking around with his scope, one hand dug into his pouch and no doubt consuming more clay. Another bird formed soon and both of them were above the ground, looking to avoid more attacks from the sand. He had the same question as Deidara.
“Two rogue shinobi kidnapping a Kage who happens to be Jinchūriki. I’m not sure if you two thought this through properly,” a voice said. Deep, amused and coming from everywhere. Then the sands below swirled, twisted and sunk in the form of a spiral as someone emerged from below. Red haired, well-built, tall and wielding a sword in one hand, a young man stood and looked up at the Akatsuki members. Then the man looked at him and waved. It didn’t take long for Gaara to recognize who this man was. That grin gave it away. “Yo, Gaara. Long time no see.”
Naruto Uzumaki.
Alive.
Standing feet away from him.
“Who the hell are you, redheaded bastard?!” Deidara’s shout came from above. Naruto Uzumaki rolled his eyes and looked back above, one hand on the sword’s handle. And then he vanished. A guttural scream erupted, followed by the violent crash of the bird smashed against the surface in two pieces. The Mad Bomber rose from the ground. Screaming yet again. His arms were raised, but his hands were gone, blood flowing out uncontrollably as it stained the sands red.
“Last time we met,” Naruto Uzumaki sheathed his sword and casually walked forward to where the Akatsuki members were. “You got lucky…Uh this is embarrassing. Oi, Clay man, what was your name again?” Even from afar Gaara could see the rage in his eyes.
“Deidara! Move!” Sasori yelled as a large puppet beside him appeared. Gaara realized what, or rather who that puppet was as well. Black sand began to emerge as the Mad Bomber opened his mouth.
“BASTARD!”
“Deidara! That’s right!” Naruto Uzumaki spun on the axis of his heel, the sword drawn out as the moonlight reflected off of it. The blade shimmered and sang, its tune ominous and deadly as the noise of skin peeling, flesh ripping and bones coming undone filled the air. A crimson haze sprayed out from where the head was and stained Naruto Uzumaki all over. Then came another hurl of curses.
“What the hell?!” Sasori was missing a hand and a leg, yet he did not bleed. His entire body looked robotic. As if he was…a puppet. The Third Kazekage’s puppet was cut in half, a thousand hands made of sand gripping the pieces and breaking them apart, burying what was dead beneath once more. “Your sword…You used a jutsu in that swipe!”
“No, not really,” Naruto Uzumaki took out a handkerchief cleaning his face, “Just brute force. Okay, I used a little bit of chakra. Doesn’t count, okay?”
“Who are you?” Sasori was preparing something. His stomach opened, a long coil of wire shot out aiming at Naruto Uzumaki. The coil with the stinger head fell right beside the supposedly dead Jinchūriki in pieces as he spun his sword around. The rogue Sand shinobi had a scroll in his hand, and his eyes were wide open—the madness, the manic, the malice were clear as the moon in the sky. “You seem to know our abilities and you mentioned meeting Deidara before. Yet he didn’t know you.”
“Yeah, what’s your point?”
“Deidara never stopped talking about the shinobi he fought, especially the ones that were strong enough to take his head off.” The scroll opened. “He never mentioned anyone like you.”
“Oh trust me, Puppet Man, there’s no one like me.” A giant stream of fire shot at Naruto Uzumaki who was…doing backflips as he avoided the flames. When the embers stopped raging, Sasori stood alone no more. Ten, twenty, thirty. No. A hundred strong stood with Sasori of the Red Sands. A loud whistle begged Gaara’s attention once more, who couldn’t even move anymore. He was a puppet just like the hundreds before him. “Now that is quite a sight. Reminds me of a time I used to spam clones for funsies.”
A smile broke out. Sasori’s eyes seemed enlightened as he shot glances at Naruto and then at him. “Spamming clones. Helping the Kazekage. Using chakra so casually and not caring how that’ll backfire. None of the reports said anything about you having red hair, Kyūbi no Jinchūriki.”
“Oi, oi,” Naruto pointed at the Akatsuki member, “I have a name, you know. Makes me feel disrespected.”
“You faked your death,” the red cloaked puppets rose, “Changed how you look,” all of them were slowly encircling Naruto Uzumaki from all sides, “And bided your time to catch us off guard. You should’ve hid longer, Kyūbi no Jinchūriki!”
“You got one thing wrong,” Naruto Uzumaki sheathed his sword as they all rushed at him, Sasori laughed at him for putting his guard down. “I didn’t fake my death, you guys just didn’t look hard enough.”
Gaara saw it. It was faint, but he saw it. Chakra covering the Uzumaki’s body, like a second skin, thin and deceptive. His hand gripped the handle tightly and then a million flickers of the moonlight. Slashes erupted in numbers of thousands as the sound of metal sped through the wind. The bodies of the puppets hit the floor, one by one, almost all together.
The redheads were facing each other and the puppet master’s remaining limbs were gone. The sword pierced through his chest as the head fell, and the rest of his body did too—in too many pieces to count. The sand rose, swallowing Sasori of the Red Sands and his infamous puppets. Gaara fell to the ground, the sphere of sand around him gone as were the restraints.
“Sorry for keeping you like that, Gaara,” Naruto Uzumaki walked towards him, a smile on his blood smeared face. He sheathed the blade once more, letting it rest in the harness on his belt as he offered him a handshake. “I couldn’t risk letting anything happen to you. Been waiting for this day for a long time.”
“Naruto Uzumaki,” Gaara stood stiff, staring at the hand that dealt death so casually to the people who kidnapped him moments ago. His gourd of sand was by his side now, he hadn’t even noticed. “You’re alive and you used sand. Your hair changed. And you look…older. How?”
“Don’t worry too much about all the details,” the formerly blond shinobi tapped his own chest. “All you need to know is that Naruto Uzumaki is back, baby! And I’ve got enough tricks in the bag to make Orochimaru sit down to take notes.”
Gaara felt a little relaxed after seeing that grin on his face again. A million thoughts went through his head ever since Shukaku warned him of something’s arrival. The raccoon had long taunted him since he heard news of the Uzumaki’s death, relishing in the fact that someone close to Gaara died—delighted that it was the boy who harbored the Kyūbi and the one who halted his last takeover. The Ichibi was just trying to goad him into panic once he must’ve felt the familiar chakra.
“I’m glad to see you survived. Your comrades were quite devastated when they heard about your death.” Naruto Uzumaki only grinned further, his face stretching as his eyes closed. It was the same person, yet the changes were so radical; Gaara noted his physique in particular was completely different. Gone was the orange wearing blond haired boy who was just a few inches taller than him, now he towered over Gaara with a physique he could compare with the description of the traditional Raikage. He looked older too, much older than he should be. Above all, Naruto Uzumaki with red hair was a sight that stood out too much.
“I’m sure they were. I’ll have to drop in later.”
“You’re not going back to the village?”
“I have a few things to do before I go to Konoha again.” He opened his eyes and Gaara stood still. Petrified. Black sclera. Red eyes. Single slits in them both. “Gaara, I’m going to ask you something and I need you to answer me honestly.”
“Go on.” Gaara was feeling the very temperature around him rise. The air was thick and the stare froze him.
“Would you like to be freed from Shukaku?”
“What?”
“You must have some sand in your ears,” he laughed at his own joke, “I asked, if you’d like to be free from Shukaku. Just imagine it, Gaara. A life you’ve always wanted, free from that raccoon who caused you so much pain. Made every night you have a sleepless endeavor. Made you almost lose your grip on who you really are. I can help you be free, my friend. What do you say?”
“Jinchūriki die when their Bijū are separated from them.”
“Normally you’d be right, but do remember who’s standing in front of you.” Naruto Uzumaki ripped open his t-shirt. A massive scar on the left side of his chest, right above where the heart was, bared its fangs to the Kazekage. “If I can come back from this, do you think I’d let you die from that? Say the word, and I’ll take away your curse.”
A life free from the monster that nearly turned him into one. A life where people would see him as just Gaara, not the beast beneath the skin. A life where he could sleep at night and not worry what would happen once he closed his eyes. A dream too good to be true, yet the man before him was living proof of how things never work the way people expect them too. A man who became his friend despite his best attempts to kill him. A man who knew of the burden he bore.
“I refuse.”
“Eh?”
“I refuse,” Gaara repeated. Despite the uneasiness, he continued placing his old gourd back where it belonged. “You’re not a liar. I trust your words. I know you’ll keep me alive while extracting it, but I can’t let Shukaku out. He’s my burden to bear, my duty to uphold. I am the Kazekage. My family, my people, my village, I have to protect them. And if that means I have to live a life of endless nights to keep them safe, so be it.” Naruto Uzumaki placed both his hands on Gaara’s shoulders, smiling in a manner that made him feel more relaxed.
“Kazekage Gaara,” his friend said with pride, “you truly are worthy of the hat you wear. And a damned fine orator too. Even now I can’t believe you became Kage before me. Though I can see you’re probably more deserving of such a rank. I probably would’ve overworked and stressed myself out doing such a thing.” He began to walk looking off into the distance. Searching for something.
“I see you’ve learned to talk in a more formal manner.”
“I’ve had time to learn a lot of things, Gaara. Can’t always be a kid.” Naruto Uzumaki formed an ‘O’ with his index finger and thumb looking in the direction behind them.
“I never imagined you picking up a sword.” Gaara told him as his friend, back from the dead no less, was still busy looking for something. He then chuckled, extending his arm, closing his fist while the index and the thumb remained outstretched. Winds picked up Gaara realized a small sphere made of sharp gusts formed at the tip of his finger pointing to nowhere. He heard the word ‘Bang’ and then sand flew all around him for a second as the sphere shot off into the distance, the noise dying down quickly. He stared at what the Leaf shinobi had just done. “Wind Style. Without hand seals. You must’ve been using it with your sword as well. And sand. How did you learn to manipulate it?”
“I don’t know. You could say it just came naturally one day.” Naruto Uzumaki shrugged. “Well, Gaara, I’m off now. Since you turned down my offer I guess I’ll have to do what I should’ve done in the first place. You really can’t rely on anyone these days. Unless it’s Met-chan. God bless Met-chan.”
“What?”
“I really liked you, you know. No, not in that way.” Naruto raised his hands. Not that Gaara was offended. “You were one of the few people who understood the pain that came with power. Here I was hoping you’d be making things easier, but I guess that’s life. Nothing ever goes as expected, right?”
“What are you saying, Naruto?” Gaara grew perplexed as the redheaded Uzumaki began creaking his neck.
“I am taking Shukaku from you.” It was all Gaara heard before the nightmare began. The sand in the gourd had instinctively rushed out to protect him, but the kick from the left was faster and it broke through it. The bones inside his legs shattered, the right side of his ribs and felt something inside his skull crack as the knee rammed into his nose. Everything was a blur, a high pitch echoed in the ears of his drums before felt two smacks on both sides of his face bringing him back to reality. Naruto stood in front of his fallen frame. His legs were useless, the broken ribs pierced into his lungs and his nose gushed blood. Bones stuck out of his flesh, blood rushed out of his open wounds, the sand burned his cuts. He tried to reach for the Uzumaki, reaching his right hand out and then his fingers pierced through the inside of his hands, bones jutting out of his fist, with only his thumb being spared. And then his left was grasped by the Uzumaki. He screamed. Screamed into the night as his fingers were broken, crushed and ripped. Naruto muffled his scream by covering his mouth and poked his forehead, right on the seal. “I’ll be taking him from you shortly. First, I need to go and destroy Sunagakure. It still surprises me how your village was considered one of the big five. All you had was a Bijū and the one with the least amount of power no less.”
“Y-You!” Gaara croaked, the side of his face lying on the sand. “You stay away from my village!” He screamed again as Naruto stepped on his mangled hand, breaking his last usable digit.
“Don’t take it personally, Gaara,” Naruto was hopping up and down, “there will be survivors when I’m done. I think. If it comes down to it, I’ll just bring back the hot ones to life.” And then he took off with godlike speed, his figure far off into the distance and Gaara left like a broken toy in the middle of the desert. His friend…the one who showed Gaara a better path, now his mortal enemy. Threatening to take everything from him.
GAARA! The demonic yell inside his mind returned. I TOLD YOU! I WARNED YOU SOMETHING WAS COMING!
You sensed the Kyūbi’s chakra. You could’ve lead with that.
THAT’S NOT WHAT I FELT! I FELT EVERYTHING FROM HIM!
What? Gaara was now confused along with writhing in pain. What do you mean by that?
MY CHAKRA WAS THERE! ALONG WITH THE CHAKRA OF…EVERY FUCKING THING I CAN NAME! THAT BRAT DID SOMETHING. I DON’T KNOW HOW, BUT HE’S GOT AHOLD OF EVERY TAILED BEAST’S CHAKRA. I CAN FEEL IT.
That’s impossible. Gaara tried to get up. Sadly his core didn’t have enough strength to lift him up at the moment. What you’re proposing is—
I KNOW WHAT I FELT, BOY! HE SOMEHOW SHUT ME OFF FROM TALKING TO YOU. THAT REDHEAD BASTARD EVEN TOLD ME HE’S GOING TO SEAL ME UP INSIDE HIM AFTER HE’S DONE WITH THE VILLAGE WHEN HE POKED YOUR HEAD. LET ME OUT, GAARA! LET ME OUT!
I’ll let you out.
ATTA BOY, GAARA. I ALWAYS KNEW YOU WERE SMARTER THAN YOU LOOKED.
I’m not finished.
WHY YOU LITTLE—!
Heal me. Gaara told Shukaku. Heal me and help me defeat him. The village will be destroyed otherwise.
YOU’RE JUST GOING TO KEEP ME LOCKED UP THE MOMENT I HEAL YOU! I FUCKING KNOW IT!
Shukaku! Gaara yelled in his mind, his tears finally being let out of frustration. Which would you rather prefer? Staying with me? Or being captured by Naruto?
DON’T THINK THIS CHANGES ANYTHING, BRAT! And a crimson veil of chakra exploded as flesh, bone, skin began to violently knit back together. THIS IS THE ONLY TIME I’LL WORK WITH YOU. DON’T MAKE ME REGRET THIS. Sand started dancing all around him, gathering at the base of his mending legs as cursed marks began to expand outwards. And it grew larger and larger. Titanic limbs slammed against the ground and the head of the beast emerged, with Gaara on its forehead. His wounds had healed, but the phantom pain persisted.
“This is a strange feeling,” Shukaku waddled a bit. “Not exactly used to having a pilot at the helm. Don’t fuck up, Gaara. Or it’s over for both of us.”
“Let’s move.” It was, as Shukaku put it, a strange feeling. It’d always been a war with his worst impulses when it came to Shukaku. A feeling he’d give in to easily when he was younger, but reflecting on those memories only conjured more guilt. Now here he was, going to war with his literal demons. And yet, it felt natural. Gaara felt more calm than he’d ever been in his life. Shukaku was of one mind with him. He could feel the very intent of the Tailed Beast clear as day. It’d taken a horrific adversary to unite man and beast. “Shukaku, how much chakra did you feel?”
“Too much. That damned Kyūbi always used to rattle on and on about him being the strongest, reminding me how weak I was.” Shukaku growled as they sped faster through the seemingly endless desert. “But compared to the fucker we’re going after, I’d rather take that fox bastard on. IT MAKES NO SENSE! HOW DOES THAT BRAT HAVE MY CHAKRA?!”
“We’ll find out. Either way, we can’t take him head on. We’ll have to deal with him in a different way.” And it didn’t take long for him to arrive on the outskirts of Sunagakure. All the guards across the perimeter had been killed off already by the Akatsuki members when they’d arrived. Naruto Uzumaki was practically being given a free welcome tour to invade them. One shinobi was never enough to take down a village. So the saying went. One man against a thousand would always favor the numbers, but history had proven time and again a strong shinobi could cut through an army if certain conditions were met. Suna had no S-rank shinobi save him, and no doubt with the power of his clones, Naruto would cut through efficiently. And then they stopped.
The village was still three kilometers away. The faint lights of the village were clear under the night sky. The people were no doubt still alive. So why…why was Naruto Uzumaki just sitting there on the ground, arms crossed, eyes closed and the sword seemingly levitating in front of him. The red eyes revealed themselves.
“You two took your sweet time. Well, at least you’ll be more entertaining than makeup boy over there.” He pointed at one of the surveillance pillar towers made to keep a watch on the borders. There against the bare woodwork hung Kankuro, hands pierced into the stone with black metal rods. The sword rose up in the air. “Oi, Gaara. Let’s find out what’s faster. One speedy sword, or your sandy sand. Sic him, boy!” And the sword shot off at great speed and sand in his gourd shot out instinctively. He couldn’t stop the sword, but he could get to the pillar first. Manipulating the sand below, the pillar was struck from beneath, making it lean and the sword missed Kankuro’s head. The same could not be said for his hands as they were cut off and his brother let out a scream of anguish.
“NO!” And once more the sand listened to him, rushing down below as two large caring hands caught his brother. “Shukaku!”
“ALREADY ON IT!” Naruto Uzumaki raised an eyebrow as he caught his sword, and in turn was caught by the sand around him. Fingers first, then feet, then his big mouth, his eyes, his ears. First his senses, then his torso as the sand constricted around his chest, it had more than enough force to make a man vomit his lungs out. Gaara joined forces with Shukaku, his own sand merging with the beast’s as they began to entrap him more. A giant pyramid began to form, more layers followed, the cursed seals of Shukaku began to cover the entire fortress made to seal away the nightmare he met today. Steps and steps, layers and layers, curses and curses. It was a garish sight to savor.
Desert Layered Imperial Funeral Seal. The best sealing jutsu he knew. No man, woman or child, alive or undead, could escape it’s clutches. Shukaku’s cursed seal served as an extra layer of precaution. Some would deem it overkill, but based on what the Ichibi said, overkill was necessary.
“Kankuro,” his brother was still screaming as the sand brought him closer to Gaara who wrapped his stumps with the torn sleeves of his shirt, “Kankuro, breathe. It’s over. We’re taking you to the village.”
“We?” Shukaku’s looked at him through the corner of its eyes. “Brat, why shouldn’t I just destroy you both and—” He was cut off by Kankuro’s scream who began thrashing about and lines started to emerge around his face, his clothes, his entire body.
“GAARA!”
Perhaps it was the pain in his face that distracted him.
Maybe the fact that it was brother that he couldn’t shove him away.
Gaara knew it was both.
Kankuro’s eyes bulged, ears bled, his skin matched the tint of purple he marked his face with, and then his entire being bloated like a pig. A sense of déjà vu emerged as the explosion went off in his face. The bright white light blinded him, the combustion humiliated him, taking his right eye, his cheek, a pound of flesh from his face, and the right arm with which he’d buried so many. The high pitch noise returned and that pain was shooting outwards to join the losses he couldn’t even grieve through right now. Shukaku was shaking its head wildly, slamming its tail against the ground, its hands clutching the side of the massive head and Gaara, despite all that, clung on with his left hand, tightly clinging on to the beast.
The pyramid before him began to tremble. In fact everything around him began to shake. The sands beneath were moving. Fast. Far too fast. With one eye he saw it all. He saw how all the sand around him was rushing with speed that should never have been possible. All of it coming together in a cursed haste to form something in the sky as tornadoes of sand tried to anchor it down to the earth. The shadow grew larger and larger. Larger than the Ichibi, larger than the village and stretching beyond mountain ranges as the nightmare above grew stronger under the moonlight.
Hundreds, thousands of teeth were visible made of sharp white sand shining like sharp diamonds glittering in the black of the night. Inside the gaping jaw was an abyss, the emptiness inside was far too visible who knew how deep. A body resembling that of a snake and a worm magnified perhaps a million times and then a million times again stood like an eternal tower stretching into the heavens. It had no eyes, but its stare was fixed on to the village he called home, the place he’d sworn to protect and the intention of this…titan was far too clear as its next action confirmed his worst thoughts. The scream shattered through the sky. It was a terrible sound, a wail of pain and fury that seemed to burn the ears, and it terrified him, his village and every living being around the world as it ascended higher into the sky, the sand underneath seemed endless. It stopped at last high above, as far as the eye could see, its maw wide and hungry as it hovered above the Sunagakure. With another sharp scream, it began to descend much faster than it had soared.
Down an arm, with half a face, and his brother’s pudgy fleshy remains smeared on to his self, Gaara still tried to move, but something wrapped around his neck. An arm, thick, strong and made from steel from how strong it felt, but it was skin and flesh and a hand pressed his head further into the grim grip as he found it hard to breathe, hard to see, but his lone ear still worked. The sound of metals clinked amidst the falling scream, giant black blades buried deep into the limbs and tail of Shukaku, chains glowing eerily with a mesmerizing and haunting blue tied down the Ichibi, dragging its once mighty face, now a mask of shame, into the sand.
“You could’ve made all of this so much easier, Gaara. Now you’ll get to see True Magnet Release: Sandworm Jin in action.”
The voice told him. He knew who it was. The man he thought would kill him all those years ago was finally fulfilling that fear of his. It was getting darker. Quieter. And as his vision darkened, the jaws of the titanic worm were on the cusp of devouring his village whole, he heard Naruto Uzumaki utter a word. It was his role in all of this. He felt the earth shake to its core, his village being hidden in the sand as waves of it rose like seas did when the storms raged as the word cut through it all.
“Witness.”
The last time she’d been out of the village was when she’d been hell bent on becoming a chūnin. Sunagakure was where she’d been deemed being worthy of one, and perhaps it was fate that she was on her way there again. Whilst returning from a successful run at the Chūnin Exams, she and the rest of the Konoha shinobi had all agreed to stop at a place. The place she crossed lost night and just like those years ago, it hurt.
A broken mess of a landscape marked by death of two people; one shinobi who’d been held as a god of war in the eyes of the world, and the other being a goofball who was every bit the opposite of the former, but had something that touched the very core of so many people including her that he was almost just as important. And his death…his untimely, vicious death was what made that place so much more horrendous. The entire place was his grave and just like the first time she’d been there, she thought she heard his annoyed groan, his obnoxious laugh and his booming voice that seemed to whisper in every wind.
“You’re slowing down, Sakura.” Kakashi Hatake’s voice was deep and somber, his eye looking at her sharp as every blade he had on him. “We have to hurry.”
“Sorry, sensei. Temari.” The sand kunoichi at the head of the pack gave a hurried nod before hasting her way further, the Leaf ninja matching her pace. Sakura wasn’t the biggest fan of Gaara, given the whole history of him constructing a giant sand arm to crush her like a fruit and whatnot, but he was a person Naruto saw redemption in, and the once terrible boy saved Rock Lee from a terrible fate. And now that very same person was kidnapped by the Akatsuki, for the giant mass of chakra he held within.
Just like Naruto.
She’d been informed of the burden he’d been carrying since his birth and that little nugget of wisdom made her look at things from a different view. By all rights, the boy should’ve grown up hating the people in the village, he should’ve become something similar to Gaara, yet he didn’t. He had a heart of gold under all that orange, a heart that was probably torn apart by the one who once had hers. Sakura Haruno couldn’t even think about the Uchiha without feeling a shearing pain in her chest. Betrayal hurt more than any other wound in the world.
“The border is just up ahead,” Temari’s words rung her out of those painful thoughts. “Do all of you want to take a break before enter the dry lands?”
“We’ll be fine.” The last member of the squadron spoke. Sai was his name, or so he said. Pale skinned, dark hair, lankily built, and blank as a board. One of Danzo’s men, one that the aged man insisted go along with the squadron to ‘aid’ them. Given what her Master told her about the man, this ‘Sai’ was most likely placed so he could gather more information about Sunagakure given the already paranoid fears that the one-eyed man had already conjured up. “I’ve been looking forward to this.”
“Seems like you do have a bit of a tongue on you,” Kakashi sensei quipped in with his trademarked look. “I’m surprised.”
“That’s quite understandable, Captain Hatake.” Sai said bowing his head. “You could say, I was born for this and this why I feel so loquacious and—”
“I thought you were bad with people,” Sakura cut in and it annoyed her that he agreed so quickly. Puppets of Danzo. It irked her to think that an old man was raising children to be his soldiers. The three crossings leading to three different villages appeared and they charged past it. Running on the welcoming steps of the Land of Wind, Sakura noticed Temari glancing back, to the sides and then back again. “What’s wrong, Temari?”
“I didn’t notice until we passed,” the Kazekage’s sister said, “but there were no patrols on the border.”
“We sent word to our units long before heading out, with official scrolls to assure that Iwa border troops wouldn’t instigate anything either.” Her sensei answered and yet the worry on Temari’s face remained. “There was a high chance all the troops were standing further back and observing if we behaved out of the norm or not.”
“Even so,” the battle fan wielder continued, “we should’ve had some guards here. Ever since the Incident, security has always been tight.”
The Incident. Sakura had been one of the lucky ones, or as she viewed unlucky, who were among the first few to find out what happened to Kirigakure. One of the five great villages of the world, gone. Set ablaze by the Mad Mizukage who in his rage and insanity had brought fire and blood to his home, using both to make the once village hidden in eerie mist nothing but ash. All the villages had been put on high alert since the incident and on top of that, the Akatsuki. An organization of S-ranked criminals whose purpose was to hunt down the ungodly monstrosities of the world. What their goal behind all that was unclear, but they had tried to kidnap Naruto once before, foiled only by the combined might of Jiraiya and Might Guy. And now they’d kidnapped the first of nine.
“Hey, Temari,” Sakura began, trying to ease the burden on the sandy-blonde’s shoulder, “Maybe they were called back to fortify the village with what happened.”
“I hope you’re right.” And then a silence settled in as the four of them ran across the hot sands. The heat was as unbearable as the last time she remembered and that feeling of unease did not help. Not to mention, she glanced at Sai who was yet to sweat under the sun as his pale skin seemed to turn whiter by the second as the sun glared down on them.
“You’re staring at me again.” Like a thief caught, she averted away, but then she looked again when she heard him chuckle. In the most condescending way. “Well, at least you are a more keen kunoichi than I thought you were.”
“What was that?!” Sakura almost snapped, and wanted to snap something after that. Preferably his neck. “You’ve got some nerve talking you-”
“Not now, Sakura,” Kakashi’s wizened voice stopped her. “We need to get to the village first. Save your energy for arguing with him later.”
“Yes, Sakura-chan, save all the energy you can.” And she stopped dead in her tracks. It’d been a long time since someone other than her parents called her that. The party seemed to notice her, stopping as well.
“Sorry,” Sakura apologized. Temari simply shook her head, not saying anything; Kakashi seemed to release a sigh, one bearing frustration and regret; Sai had a fake smile on his flaky face. “Don’t call me that again.”
“Why?”
“Sai.” Kakashi spoke on her behalf. “Just don’t.”
“Why? It was merely a term of endearment.”
“Because,” Sakura got closer, her fist closed with a glove of fury, “I don’t want you calling me that. Got it?”
“Your state of compromised emotions towards that certain term seem to upset you a lot.” His smile was gone, but the smugness was there. “However, if that upsets you this much, I wonder what you’ll do when you see what comes next.”
“Try me. What’s gonna happen next?”
“Oh for fuck’s sake! My brother is kidnapped and he’s going to die by the time you people end your squabbling!”
“He’s dead.” Sai’s words caught all of them by surprise as he jumped back and took out a kunai. It looked…strange. Two extra prongs curved outwards on the side of the blade and the pale shinobi threw it on the ground, it’s pointy end digging into the endless sand.
“What did you just say?” Temari was the angry one this time, fan in hand. “I dare you to say that again.”
“That kunai…” Kakashi stepped in front of Temari and Sakura, his Sharingan eye already out in the open. “I never figured this happening. Ne getting in bed with the Akatsuki and that kunai you threw just now. Not only are you traitors, but you’ve been stealing secrets. Danzo’s been planning this for a while, hasn’t he?”
“Danzo Shimura is dead.” Sai’s face was blank as ever as the moonlight paleness of his skin grew whiter and whiter, his eyes began to change into yellow orbs, the hair on his head receded and his clothes began to morph back into his very body. There in front of them stood a being of white, no clothes, no genitals, and yet the blank face remained. “Konoha has no secrets worth hiding. There is no history of Konoha we don’t know, no corner we haven’t infiltrated, and while my master is in bed with one Akatsuki, that hardly makes them our allies. They’re on the list, just as all of you are.”
“WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!” Temari was about to strike when something shot out of the desert where the strange kunai was, and that made her stop. A hand made out of sand carrying a gourd all of them were familiar with. A sharp gust of wind cut through as the white being in front of them was blown away, though seemingly unscathed by the attack as Temari’s eyes were enflamed with rage. “WHERE IS HE?!”
“As I said before,” the white being spread his arms and they wiggled around like slithery snakes before deforming to resemble what looked like wired white sickles. “He is dead. Isn’t that right, Daddy?”
“What…” It was all Sakura said before a bellowing laughter started to echo around everywhere.
“Right you are, my boy!” A burst of sand erupted from the thing formerly known as Sai as the dust rose high. Sakura stood still, her guard down as the voice she heard…made her shiver. Time slowed down as the dust slowly died down. Beside the strange creature stood someone. Taller than any man she’d seen, he stood with a physique seemingly carved out of stone as eyes well versed in the human anatomy marveled at the muscle definition on every inch of his frame and of course perhaps the most striking feature of them all: bloody red hair wilding past his shoulders. And his face…his face. That smile, those markings on his cheeks, and the voice that came from those lips. “Dickless, I am so proud of you.”
“I hope I did as you asked, Daddy.” Sakura couldn’t move even now as she watched him pat the head of white thing.
“You did more than good. Now get back to Konoha.” And then ‘Dickless’ seemingly got absorbed into the sand below and he finally turned to face them. “So…did you miss me?!”
“Na….Naruto…” Kakashi’s voice was filled with more disbelief as the man before them laughed a bit more before scratching the back of his head and an image of a younger boy with blond hair flashed before her teary eyes.
“That’s right, that’s right, that’s right! The N word is the right answer.” He laughed a bit and then stopped. “Wait, that came out wrong.”
“You’re alive.” Sakura’s words made him look at her and her emerald eyes gazed into crimson ones. She’d seen him with those eyes before. Once. Right before she lost all consciousness during the attack on Konoha, just a for a moment she saw him with those same eyes when he’d fought Gaara. And then he was in front of her, inches away. He was so much taller than before, bulkier and he leaned down, closing the distance more. His hands were bigger as they cupped her cheeks and the tears flowed.
“Sakura-chan.” She felt hear heart stop for a moment. “You’re as pretty as the day I lost you.”
She heard a scream next as winds blew past her and a thwacking sound emerged. Temari had her battle fan in hand, and she’d struck Naruto who blocked the whole thing with a finger. “We’re talking. Get lost.” The finger flicked her away as the earth rumbled and a sea of trees came to life around her as endless numbers of trees emerged, shooting outwards, upwards, around her as Naruto stood with her throughout all that happened. And as he smiled once more, she broke out of the trance. There was something in his eyes. Something that made her skin crawl. This…he isn’t Naruto.
“This is great. Isn’t it, Sakura-chan?” He said as the gourd was snapped by the roots of the tree. She jumped back, gaining distance and taking a stance. He blinked, then seemed annoyed. “Oi, oi, is this any way to treat an old friend after such a long time?”
“That gourd…you…” Sakura’s fists tightened and trembled. “Who are you?”
“Oi, Sakura-chan, it’s me. Who else would I be?”
“Shut up!” She wanted to believe this was Naruto. He looked like him. Talked like him. Even had the same look her teammate had when he’d squint in confusion and then raise a brow. “You’re not Naruto. He’d never…he’d never-!”
“‘He’d never’ what? Go on, Sakura-chan. Finish that thought.”
“He’d never abandon us!” Sakura grabbed a handful of shuriken and chucked it at him. The mark hit the target as the sharp projectiles collided head on against him, and then ricochet away upon contact. She took out a kunai and gauged distance. “The real Naruto would never go around killing someone he spared.”
“Well, that’s not untrue.” He held his chin in deep thought. “I was a real goody-two-shoes back then, wasn’t I? A loud one too, but it was the only way to make people hear me. That and I never really had anyone at home to teach me proper manners.” Sakura rushed forward and with all the skills she’d learned over the years, she aimed the kunai at his exposed arms, aiming to cut in places that would render his arms numb. Even if only for a short while. He read up on that and kept dodging. His arms at times would slither around the strike at the last possible second.
“Stand still!”
“Why would I do that?”
She yelled in annoyance as she grabbed a hold of his wrist, and pulled him in. Her fist closed, cocked backwards and with all the force she could muster, she condensed chakra into her muscles. And it shot off like a cannon in her fist, smashing into the side of his face. He flew through the air, violently crashing against a large tree as it snapped in two falling on top of him. And then she heard a familiar pop. A clone. She couldn’t move. The sand below rose up to her ankles and hardened like solid earth, not even allowing her to budge.
“Now that you’ve stopped fidgeting around,” she heard him speak, “we can finally talk.” Sakura looked back as he emerged from her shadow behind her, smiling/. She tried to elbow him, but he caught it and let go as he circled his way back in front of her.
“Coward.” She said hoping to elicit a reaction out of him. He only laughed, and she was biding her time; transferring chakra in concentrated amounts for one large burst through her toes, since those were the only parts she could move in her cage—barely, but just enough. “You’re not Naruto. The real him would never resort to something this cheap.”
“You’re hurting me so much, Sakura-chan.” The redhead clutched his chest in mock pain. His voice was deeper, but the way he spoke was far too similar. “Tell me if I let you hit me like all those times you used to, will that convince you a little bit?”
“‘Let you hit me’?” She felt a bit insulted, but she needed to keep the talk up. Just a bit more. “I don’t know who you are, but you’re not Naruto. He was an-”
“Idiot.” He cut her off, chuckled as he got closed within armshot, and offered his cheek forward. “Go ahead, Sakura-chan. I’ll let you take a free swing. For old time’s sake. You should probably take it, you’ll need more time to lace your toes up with chakra.” He knows! And the sand now constricted around her toes as he gave her a free shot. She took it and swung. With all the rage, all the frustration she’d developed over the years, her arm shot out in a perfect arc and blasted with full force against his face as the noise thundered in the woods around them.
And Sakura yelled in pain. All her fingers broke, her wrist snapped and her elbow dislocated. She heard him scoff and tried as fast as she could to heal her broken hand with her other one. “Damn you.”
“Not this time.” And the sand that held her in place disappeared as she fell on her back, scooting further away as she continued to mend herself. “I’ve been damned for a long, long time, Sakura-chan. Damned from birth, damned by the village, and then damned by a two-bit whore goddess who just couldn’t get enough. Not that I blame her, chakra can make anyone a junkie. Hmm, maybe it’s an inherent vice that comes with it.”
“What are you even talking on about?”
“You died.” A part of her wanted to laugh, but the way he said it almost made her believe the nonsense he was spouting. “Right in front of my eyes. Do you have any idea what it’s like to watch someone you loved die like that?”
“I-”
“You don’t.” The Sharingan appeared fully matured in his eyes, then it horrifically twisted into the shape of six tomoe with sharp edges connected by black chains surrounding a spiral and everything around them faded.
Sakura stood in a desolate land filled with ash, lava, lightning, thunder, snow, ice as the sun rose and set, as the moon came in full, half, a quarter and in a new form. And then from the moon emerged a woman whose unearthly beauty was only amplified by her pale moonlight skin, aurora blue hair and her eyes were the most brilliant shade of lavender she’d seen. The Byakugan twitched with a rage as her forehead opened to reveal what she could only describe as a multi-tomoe Sharingan with ripples. She engaged in combat with powers she’d never nor imagined and she fought…Naruto. He seemed younger, shrouded in gold, and rage in his eyes. He was flying, surrounded by black orbs and his left eye a purple one with ripples, and what a battle it was.
“Unreal, isn’t it?” The imposter stood beside her as Sakura kicked him and it phased through his body. Genjutsu. She summoned chakra to break free from the illusion. “Don’t bother. You’re not breaking out of this unless I want you to. Look.” Feeling her attempts turn useless, she complied and witnessed the ungodly battle as everything around them were being obliterated from existence.
“This is…all a lie.”
“Oh, a lie?” He stood behind her and for the first time since encountering Orochimaru, Sakura Haruno was absolute shook to her core. The look of hatred on the redhead’s face was baleful and the features on his face darkened to terrifying degrees.
“My parents died the day I was born. I lost Jiraiya. And then she took you away. Sasuke followed. Kakashi never stood a chance. That….BITCH.” She knew this was a genjutsu. It was just an illusion and yet she felt the heat of the scorched earth. Felt the sharp edge of the snowflakes falling. The piercing rain stabbing her. She heard a guttural scream overtake everything as the Naruto fighting the woman clutched his head. “I’d taken away the tree from her and she couldn’t kill me anymore even if she tried, but I couldn’t kill her either. Believe me, I tried. Immortality is tricky and sealing her up would just lead to the same problem again. For months I kept trying…I TRIED SO HARD! Hoping to get something back! Anything back. So that despite everything I did, I wouldn’t have to be alone. And then…I realized the truth.”
The golden hair of the screaming boy changed morphing into red. The miasma around him began darken and it spread from him like plague as the crimson veil began engulfing the lands, the skies and everything her eyes could see.
“I was destined to be alone. The longer I fought her, the more obvious it became. I didn’t care anymore. It didn’t matter what happened after. Everyone was dead because of me no less and there was nothing left for me to resurrect them with. The world was ashes. That meant I didn’t need to hold back and I realized just how much power I truly had.” He slapped his hands and everything was destroyed as she reappeared back in the forest on her knees. He stood in front of her and offered his hand. “Sakura-chan, I’ve seen things you wouldn’t believe.” Something emerged from his hands. Ten glowing small spheres of different colors linked by ethereal strings. “Done things no one in their wildest dreams could imagine. I can end the threat of war waging from the villages. Imagine a world where you won’t have to worry about enemy ninja trying to invade the Leaf. Your parents happy and alive. Believe me, Sakura-chan. I can fix it.” He clasped her hands, as if he was begging her. She did for a second.
Then she punched him in the face and broke her hand once more. Clutching her hand, Sakura Haruno made her choice. She’d made it the moment she put the headband on. “Fuck you.”
“Oh you will.” He said and his eyes morphed once more into the twisted Sharingan as the world around her begin to change and she stood in darkness. Then she saw his terrible red eyes once more. And another. And a thousand more. Staring at her from all directions. He sat on a throne in front of her and snapped his fingers.
She screamed.
“You don’t have to do this, you know.”
“I don’t have to,” he said as lightning came to life in his right hand. His chakra flowed stronger, more evenly and the shape began to sharpen to a blade. “I need to. I don’t know what happened to you, but I’ll find out. I’m taking you back home. By any means necessary.”
“Woah! Déjà vu moment right there.”
He shot off as chakra energized his entire body. Running at speeds he hadn’t for a long time and his target stood there. The Lightning Blade was aimed at his arms and despite what he’d seen, Kakashi Hatake did not want to kill Naruto Uzumaki. He hit the mark as his jutsu eviscerated the hand of his disciple. Or it was what he expected.
“Yare yare, sensei,” the redhead held the jutsu with his bare hand as Kakashi felt the chakra being drained. He kicked his student’s foot making stumble as Kakashi broke free and threw an explosive kunai at him. Gaining distance, Kakashi focused all his efforts on his eye. It was painful, activating the Mangekyō. Both physically and mentally. Each time he would use the hidden power in the Sharingan it devoured his chakra, and his mind had to remember all he lost; his father, Obito, Rin, Minato sensei, and Naruto. All those lives lost because of him, his burden, his curse and it fed power to his eyes as the tomoe turned into three interlinked blades.
Focus. He could see beyond the smoke, he could see the chakra and honestly, it terrified him. Jinchūriki of the Nine Tailed Fox or not, the sheer amount of chakra he could see ran a shiver down his spine. He’d just have to work past his fear. Taking the former blond’s height and growth into consideration, Kakashi found his target. Kamui. Space bended at the point his eye glared at and he figured he’d have to take his student back home minus a hand. If it stopped him from using jutsu, things would be much better. He was sure Temari and Sakura were somewhere in this forest occupied by his clones. It was Naruto after all. Closing his eye for a moment, Kakashi reached for his back and unsheathed his weapon. It belonged to his father, and he should’ve been using it more. The shiny tantō glittered as the peeks of sunlight reflected off of it. Lightning raced across the steel edge, turning from the usual blue to a brilliant white as Kakashi set off once more. Focus. The kick will be coming in from the right. Time it right and take the other hand.
As he got nearer, he could make out the silhouette of his student staring at the stump of his right hand and just as he predicted, he took a step back. The other hand was wide open as the smoke on his left began to shift. He opened his eye, the Mangekyō rolled staring at the kick that would come, and his tantō aimed at the left hand. Lightning Release: White Fang. The discharge that came out from the slash shot off and cut through top of five trees as Kakashi stopped past the Uzumaki.
Breathing a bit heavy, Kakashi turned around to assess the damage and all he saw was a fist. The thunderous right smacked him across the jaw, breaking his teeth, cutting his cheek and tearing his mask. The Copy Ninja was slammed against the bark of the tree he’d demolished.
“That was so cool!” As he bled uncontrollably from his mouth, his student seemed to have stars in his eyes. “Infusing chakra with lightning nature and then manipulating the shape to extend along the blade to cut the distance. Kakashi-sensei, you sly dog. Why didn’t you use that before?” If his student wasn’t trying to murder him, he would’ve probably taken a moment to gush how far the boy had come to understanding the fundamentals. Despite the excruciating pain, his jaw was still intact—somehow.
“I didn’t know I could do that until a few years ago.” This was bad. Not only did he fail at taking out his hands, Naruto probably had a countermeasure against Kamui. The young man rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
“I see, I see. Such a cool jutsu. I give it a seven out of ten.” The thumbs up hurt more than the actual pain. Naruto sat down and looked at him with red slitted eyes before looking up. He knew the moment he tried to move, the redhead would close in. His speed was part of the reason Kakashi hadn’t been able to activate his Mangekyō earlier and whatever jutsu he’d thrown earlier was being evaded by him. The boy sighed. “Sensei, I got something to ask you.”
“What’s that?” Kakashi was buying time to get used to the pain. Defeating Naruto right now was next to impossible in his condition. He’d have to grab Sakura and Temari and retreat.
“You ever wondered what would happen if Obito actually died when he saved you?” Kakashi stared at his student with wide eyes who found the sky more interesting. “I feel like things would’ve been different if he just died the moment that boulder decided to slam him into the ground. Then that old coot wouldn’t have turned him into a little puppet, he wouldn’t have unleashed Kurama on the Village, my parents would still be alive and you’d actually be doing a tribute to the right kind of ideal he lived by. Hell, I’d probably be glazed in bitches from being the Fourth’s son. Most of all, people wouldn’t have treated me like I was the plague. I swear if I wasn’t born there, I would’ve-”
“What..the hell are you talking about?”
“Just ‘what-if’s. Like imagine if I had more siblings and I got neglected for them. Or, or, ooooh what if my mother was secretly Madara’s daughter? Or I had an ability where I could see how much stamina people had and what level they were at compared to me? Actually, the last one sounds painful. Imagine the sheer amount of shit I’d have to read each time. Status bars be damned.”
Kakashi stood up as he felt a raging fever take over his body. All those things Naruto was saying. “Obito…how do you know about him?!” Kakashi charged enough lightning in his hands and threw a kunai laced with it. Then wooden tendrils pierced his arms and legs, branches grew out of the tree and bound him to the trunk. The kunai going for Naruto’s head made contact with his thumb and right before his eyes crumbled into dust.
“Sensei,” he finally got up and walked forward, coming face to face with him. Kamui was activated once more, but it had no effect as he stared into a set of Mangekyō Sharingan. Two sets of patterns were entwined with each other, sharp edged tomoe protruding like blades surrounding a spiral. From his hand a black rods emerged, and Kakashi yelled in pain as it was stabbed through his shoulder, into the tree. “You’ve been in pain for so long. Blaming yourself for all the people that died. Your father. Obito. Rin. Your teacher.”
“You..” Kakashi tried to make sense of just how he knew everything. “How do you even…”
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” Naruto then yawned a bit. “Sakura refused to believe I’m really me. You didn’t and believe me I can’t thank you enough for it. Don’t worry, I’ll fix all your wounds. So just like I offered a chance to Sakura, I’m gonna give you the chance to make the same deal.”
“What are you even talking about?” Kakashi was trying to build his chakra up, but it kept getting disheveled. Something was interfering. The rods.
“Shinobi are cursed.” Naruto touched one of the rods and Kakashi felt pain shooting throughout his whole body. “The chakra inside is us always at conflict with the ones around us. An innate nature written into our system which drives us to be stronger than the other and take out the ones who don’t agree with us. When men are given power beyond their capabilities, this is what happens. Even before they had chakra, wars were waged. Chakra just added more fuel to the fire. I’m here to get rid of the curse in all these lands. Help me bring peace and stop this stupid farce the five villages have put up. You’ve seen what happens over and over again.”
“You’re doing all this…to bring peace…” The Copy Ninja looked at his former student and knew the boy wasn’t lying. He meant his words, and the ones he chose made him worried made him assume things which seemed impossible, but made sense. “You destroyed the Hidden Mist.”
“It was the Bloody Mist actually.”
“All those people…all those innocents.”
“Innocents? Innocents who kept the war machine going? Innocents who wanted people purged because they were of a certain lineage? Please, if anything I did the world a favor.”
“I’m going to assume,” Kakashi was struggling to form the words, but he was getting more used to the pain, “you’ve already destroyed the Hidden Sand.”
“Technically, I made sure it’s hidden in the sand now, but semantics.”
“You’re going to do the same to the Cloud. The Stone.” He looked at the boy who once dreamed to be Hokage. “The Leaf.”
He shrugged. “You’re making it sound much more dramatic than it is. If it helps, I made sure a lot of civilians ran away from the villages. The real innocent ones. I never attack a village without proper surveillance first.”
“Underneath the underneath.”
“Taught by the very best, sensei.”
“I mourned for you.” Kakashi said trying to get away from the tree, the rods cutting through his flesh with each movement. “As did Sakura. Lady Tsunade. Lord Jiraiya. Your comrades.”
“Appreciate the sentiment, sensei.” Naruto poked his forehead as disruptions ceased, but his chakra was running low. There were markings on his hands. A spiral in his palm, and half a moon on his wrist. Seals? “You know this could’ve been avoided if you just arrived earlier that day. If you didn’t teach Sasuke that jutsu specifically. You could’ve taught him so many things, but nooooooo you just had to teach him an assassination technique”
“Believe me, I’ll regret that for the rest of my life.”
“Here’s the thing,” Naruto placed a hand on his shoulder, “You don’t have to regret it. Not anymore. What do you say? Offer’s still up.”
Kakashi Hatake looked at his former student and made his choice. “I’ll pass.”
“I offered you a pretty good deal. Anyone else in your place would’ve taken that deal.” Naruto Uzumaki shook his head. “What about you, Rin? Would you make that deal.”
“Of course.” With those two words all the pain he felt was gone. A chill ran down his spine as he heard the footsteps and a feminine giggle. She came into view. Dressed in black, brown haired, marks on her cheeks and a face he’d never forget. She smiled at him the way she used to all those years ago; she looked older, but there was no mistaking it. “Long time no see, Kakashi.”
“No…”
“Yes.” His student snapped his fingers and pointed at him as Rin went behind him and jumped on his back, her arms wrapping around his neck. Her colored cheeks rubbing against Naruto’s.
“This…this is a genjutsu.”
“Sensei,” Naruto kneeled down to his level, Rin’s fingers pressed against the gift Obito had left him, “If you can’t tell reality apart from illusion, maybe you shouldn’t have that eye.” With the sound of a pop Kakashi’s left became blind once more and the last thing he saw before the darkness took hold was Rin’s smile.
“Be seeing you, Kakashi.”
“See I think things were a bit too dramatic today.” He said as he rubbed his chin. The muffled moan that rose up from Temari's thighs was an answer he truly couldn’t decipher. Trying to gauge what their emotional take was, he was satisfied with the outcome. She was wound up so tightly now around a growing sense of desperation, burning up with steady and ever increasing need, and all she could think about was getting more of this, finding that sweet surrender of an ending threatening to tear her apart. She couldn't help herself, couldn't hold back anything as she gave completely into the pleasure. It felt too good not to and all Sakura was doing was eating pussy. She wasn't even getting fucked yet. All in all, she probably agreed. “Well, I do think everything worked out better for all of us. What do you think, Temari?”
“YES!” She’d been saying that for quite some time, but Naruto felt she was being honest with this word too. Temari far too happy to surrender to the bubbling need hitting her, washing over her like fire. She cried out as a sudden orgasm took her, the tongue probing deep and hungrily up her pussy. "Sakura! Let this be the first of many orgasms we have together!" as she came, screaming and twisting on the bed, hips bucking as she humped her pink haired friend's face and embraced all the reckless delights of the raw sexuality that life with Naruto had become in such short order.
She was so happy to be there, so happy to know that she was helping Sakura follow in her footsteps, and all she felt was pure delight as the tongue brought her over the edge. Nothing else but that mattered anymore.
As the thighs unwrapped from around Sakura's head, her blossom pink hair were seized by hands that pulled her back, dragged her up and made her kneel as Naruto brought his body up tightly against her. "How did my cum taste, Sakura-chan?" he asked against her ear as he shoved his cock between her slick thighs, which nervously tightened down against his shaft. Naruto happily began to rock slowly back and forth, fucking her thighs as he savored the treat of holding her in place. He’d made her watch him fucking Temari for the better part of an hour. Punishment for hitting him for all those years.

"So good," Sakura whined. She could feel him slowly thighfucking her, and it left her even more desperate and wet still. How was she still able to remain upright? It felt incredible, and she craved more. "Your cum tasted incredible, and feeling how loose you fucked Temari was amazing. Your cock is so big, but I didn't realize you could do that to a woman."
"Do you want me to do that to you now?" His hips didn't actually stop, keeping the steady and adoring pace on her thighs, rocking back and forth slowly, savoring the delight of what he was doing to her. He relished this feeling; being in control, so powerful, and that power wasn't going to fade, wasn't going to bend. His was a strength borne of loss. It would not fade.
The sight of getting Sakura to slobber all over his cock through the night was too good to deny. When he was younger, stupider and a better person, he’d often think of this moment. The one that always got away. The one that died. Not this time. "Do you want me to fuck your pussy so loose no one else can ever fill you up like me? Because if you do, then you should know that you'll be mine forever, Sakura-chan."
"I want it so badly!" Sakura's hips rocked back and forth, rubbing her thighs faster along his cock. He was moving slowly, not giving her what she needed. "Please fuck me, Naruto." She whimpered, the words settling onto her lips. Hearing those words felt too natural. Too right. There was a resonance to what she said that sent a surge of excitement along his length.
“What about your precious ‘Sasuke-kun’?”
The means didn’t matter.
“I…I don’t care. Just please…fuck me.”
Only the results did.
Naruto pushed Sakura down, shoving her on top of Temari as he pulled his cock back and then buried it with one fell stroke deep into Sakura's twat, knowing she wasn't going to be able to handle it but not caring in the least. He snarled in delight, head rolling back as he felt the brilliant sensation of her aching pussy clench down around him.
"You're mine now, Sakura." His hands grabbed her possessively, holding onto her hips as he drew back and slammed into her again. She was so desperately tight, but her pussy was soaked and begging for this so hard that he knew he had something special going on here
Another thrust, and she shook as he pushed into her, desperate and needy.
He could feel the relief radiating off of her, the frustrated pinkette finally given the release she needed, given the sensations he felt, she’d been horny for a long time.
"I feel so full," she moaned, almost slurring as she pressed her lips into Temari's neck, kissing her messily all over. "How have you handled this, Temari? I feel like he's going to tear me in two with his cock."
"That's what makes it so amazing," the former Kazekage’s sister replied, taking two big handfuls of her plump ass and squeezing happily. "Just let him fuck you loose. It feels so good when you finally get used to it. It feels so empty when he's not inside of me, but whenever he slams back into my cunt for another round it feels so much better. Like it's where he belongs."
“Temari I started fucking you just this morning.”
“But that was hours ago.”
“Insatiable.” Naruto commented and proceeded to fuck the lights out of his teammate. Sakura had submitted, but she had a long way to go before she was on the level of pure cock dazed surrender that Temari was, and he wasn't going to waste a second in dragging her there, pulling her so deep into the madness and embrace of his twisted desires that she couldn't escape from them.
"How does it feel to fucked by me Sakura-chan? How does it feel to be fucked by the one guy who always had your back no matter how many times you put me down?" It was cruel and wrong, but it was all he could think about, as he felt the tight kunoichi’s pussy stretched out around his cock, watched the round vanilla ass shake with each slam forward into her, and listened to the coos of his first crush whose mind was throttled with every thrust.
“It…oooh feels sooo good!”
“But after all that,” he stopped and started spanking her ass. Hard. “You still chased him. Bet you regret it now, don’t you?”
"Yes, Naruto!" He began thrusting again, hitting her with a strange kind of satisfaction, a twisted and delighted sensation of pure bliss that he wasn’t sure how to describe. There was something powerful about using her like this, about the way that he was taking her and brutalizing her without question or concern for her well being. It felt so good, so sinful, and dare he say it, so perfect. He could feel her emotions too, she felt like she had been wrongly denied of something she deserved, kept from seeing the light of pure bliss that she had always been told was forbidden. "I loved Sasuke so much since I was a kid. Even after he left. But then you died! And I cried so much. And I realized how much you meant to me. All those times you stood up for me and cheered me on. Now you’re here! I’m so happy! Let me make it up to you. Fuck me into submission and break me into a mindless little whore for your enjoyment. Please, use my body, show me every way it was designed to pleasure you, and let me fulfill my true purpose."
The fog that Sakura's mind was under was a powerful one and the genjutsu he used was perfect. He took one emotion and twisted it into a form of subservience. He chuckled a bit, satisfied that at least the girl he liked for so long finally craved him—if only in death— and this was made all the better by the fact that beneath her lay Temari, completely surrendered too.
And judging by what he felt, she loved it. Hands groped the tanned body of the woman beneath her as she met her lips, sloppily kissing her, giving her everything in the name of absolute submission. She craved this now, wanted nothing more than to completely give herself up to the madness consuming her from within.
How could she have ever stood a chance?
Conquest was a powerful sort of drug, and Naruto was breaking his Sakura-chan, subjugating another gorgeous woman and turning her into a brazen cockslut for his own private enjoyment. The feeling of power and dominance rushed up through him, and he wondered was he always this twisted or not. At first he chalked it up to being for horny for a long time, but this was something else. How many more conquests he could go on before he would trigger his final plan? There seemed no reason to stop now, no reason to be happy only with the already existing amount of women completely surrendering to him. No, he needed more. Craved more.
The pleasure that Sakura felt as she received the first orgasm Naruto ever gave her must’ve been better than anything she had known in her entire life. She was screaming and clutching at the bedding, almost convulsing as she lost herself completely to the special, overbearing madness of feeling herself consumed by fire and need. She was gone, twisting atop Temari as she slumped down onto her and gave in to it all.
"Master!" was the only sound she could properly form as she lost herself, and then to cap it all off, Naruto followed up her orgasm with his own, burying himself to the hilt inside of her and letting out a thick, creamy load of cum that left Sakura feeling full and warm beyond her wildest dreams.
Naruto pulled out of Sakura, ignoring the cum dripping from her twat as he said, "Temari, get up here and prepare her ass." He wasn't wasting any time; Sakura was his now, and now he wanted to get into the fun of finally, finally fucking her ass. Ever since he returned, she’d been on his mind and her ass even more.
Temari slipped out from under Sakura and knelt down right over her head, sitting down on it and not caring about the way her pussy dripped all over the back of Sakura's head, too busy happily leaning forward and digging her hands into her plump ass cheeks. "I'll ready it for you to fuck raw, master, I promise," she purred, spreading the cheeks wide and exposing the dark pink pucker that had never been penetrated before, long overdue for his cock to pound it raw. She spat right onto her hole and leaned forward to begin licking it all over.
As Sakura felt the tongue slithering against her back door, she whined. "Nngh, back there?" She was almost pretending to be shy, her eyes gave it away though as the tongue lapping down the cleft of her ass made her shiver in delight. She would try anything that he demanded of her. It was all she wanted, in fact, eager to make Naruto a very happy man and give her all to the pleasure that he demanded of her. He could feel those emotions. It was all worth it all, all good, all pure. How could anything he did to her not be? "Please, Naruto, be a little gentle."
Hearing that made the former Suna kunoichi a little too happy, trying to bury her tongue into Sakura's ass and showing her what she was missing out on, he could feel Temari was ecstatic about bringing the pinkette into this treat, helping her realize what she had been missing. It had been such a short time since Temari herself had been turned, but to her it felt like so long ago now after so long getting pounded by his meaty cock, time ceasing to exist to her.
Note to self, I am to be called Genjutsu Godfather from now on.
Her tongue pushed deeper, lapping at her inner walls, licking her ass all over as her fingers dug in tighter, all the while keeping her gaze trained on Naruto's cock, still rock hard, dripping with Sakura's juices.
Once Sakura's ass was thoroughly eaten, Naruto took charge. "That’s enough," he said, and replaced Temari's slowly retreating tongue with one powerful thrust deep into the tight, virgin ass of the Iryō nin exhaustedly presenting to him. He may have fucked some quietness into her, but the sudden shove of his massive cock down into her ass was certainly enough to wake her up, as Sakura howled in surprise and delight, but he wasn't having any of that. "Keep her pinned down with your body," he said and Temari was all too happy to wiggle her hips and sit on the back of Sakura's head.
"I told you to go in slooooow~" Sakura whined, completely gone now, surrendered to everything that Naruto had in mind for her. It felt so good, so powerful, and she wanted more of it. It had taken no time at all for her to go from reluctance to pure submission, happily conceding her control and authority to grovel, to call Naruto her master and admit what she really was, agree to every word and cruel name he called her by.
It all fed back into the fever she was burning up with, all twisted hotly around her and made her shiver in pure bliss. She couldn't keep herself together, couldn't shake the completely madness that seized her from within.
Naruto showed no mercy to Sakura's ass. So plump, so perfect, every thrust into it making the cheeks jiggle. He didn't even need to slap her cheeks as Temari happily provided the abuse, pounding away at them when she wasn't spreading them wide and pushing her tongue forward to lick the rim of her pucker and Naruto's cock pumping in and out of it.
No hesitation could slow any of them down as the aura around Naruto served to keep them both aroused and needy, able to fulfill his desires and maybe not keep up with him, but to do their bests.
Her ass was getting torn open by cock and Temari's pussy juices were leaking down the side of her head as she remained shoved down, head pinned down onto the mattress, and all she could feel was pure bliss. She needed more, craved another orgasm as a hand slipped down between her legs and began to work at her pussy, lazily rubbing away as she let everything else overwhelm her.
She needed this, craved the sweetest, most pure relief she could find, and nothing was going to stop her from finding it. Not now, not when she was so lit up and when she could feel herself being swallowed by her own desperation.
Naruto pulled out of her ass, making Sakura whined as he grabbed the back of Temari's head. "Suck on it," he ordered, and began to fuck her mouth, happily sliding down into the familiar warmth of her throat as a few nice, steady thrusts helped remind him just how in control he was. After a nice, thorough pounding of Temari's mouth and throat, he right back to Sakura's ass and hammered away at it.
"I felt so empty without you inside of me," her moans muffled by the bedding, her body shivering in delight. She received the bulk of his attention from then on, the tongue lapping along her cheeks and Naruto's cock while she had her ass ravaged, only for him to pull back and briefly indulge in Temari’s mouth for a moment before returning to her ass. Just to keep Temari busy and ensure he was making the most of his time before he buried himself finally into her tight behind.
"Who do you belong to, Sakura-chan?" Naruto asked with a harsh slap across her cheeks as his cock, buried so deep inside of Sakura's ass that she didn't know how she was able to handle it, erupted.
“You, Naruto! Always you!”
Each throb set loose another shot of creamy, hot spunk pumped deep into her, filling her tight ass and leaving her howling in ecstasy, fucked too well to even have words for him anymore as she pushed her fingers into her twat one last time and came hard, dripping all over the bed and her hand, losing herself utterly in the pleasure he felt. Shot after shot was pumped in deep until he pulled out and shot the very last splash of spunk onto Temari's face.
The blonde, unprompted, leaned forward and started to eat the cum out of her ass just as Sakura had done from her pussy before, while Naruto drove his dick right back into her twat and carelessly, wordlessly started using her again. It was becoming quickly and brilliantly apparent to Sakura that there was no end in sight, and deep in her heart she loved it. By the time he came out after playing with his new, well, friends it was already nearing dusk and taking one last peek at their drained, cum stained forms, Naruto walked out a proud and happy man.
A Metsu popped out of the ground and bowed before him, one hand on his chest. Dramatic this one. “Supreme Daddy of all things cool and awesome, all members of the Akatsuki are being tracked. We await your orders.”
“Cool, cool, very cool,” Naruto said as he creaked his neck a bit. He was bored. Very bored. Everything was falling into place quick. He was hoping to have a few more days before starting the final phase of his plan. Stepping out of the ever expanding palace, Naruto stood alone in the courtyard and looked to the dark skies. It was breezy tonight, the moon shied, showing half its face, and the stars were all in place. He took in a deep breath and the smell of nature enthralled him. It was not that long ago when he was locked in a death fight with that bitch Kaguya.
He took flight. Molecules and atoms shattered at fear of his speed, as he sped past the atmosphere of the world and landed on the Moon. Sitting down, he looked at the blue sphere filled with life and joy as he sighed. Another Metsu popped up from the ground.
“Daddy, we were not expecting you.”
“I was bored, Metsu number 603,582.”
“Do you require my assistance?”
“No.” The artificial human was about to leave when he changed his mind. “Wait.”
“Yes, Daddy?”
“Tell me something,” he put a hand on its shoulder, “Do you hate me?”
“I am not equipped to hate, Daddy. You didn’t create me with emotions.”
“I know, I know,” Naruto groaned once more. “I’m asking you, do you feel annoyed by the things I ask you and your siblings to do?”
“Those are your orders, Daddy. We live to fulfill them. We couldn’t feel annoyed if we did.”
“I see.” Naruto let go and the cloned being stood silent. “Quiet.”
“I did not say anything.”
“No, that’s your name from now on. Quiet.”
“I see.”
“Tell me, Quiet,” Naruto tried to think of a different way to get an answer, “If I were to die, would you feel bad?”
“Daddy, you cannot be killed. If in the event you were obliterated, you would simply reform.”
“Oh I know that, but what I’m asking you WHAT IF I died. Would you feel bad? Would all your siblings feel even a little bit sad?”
Quiet remained quiet for some time before it spoke. “I do not know if I can ‘feel’ what you are talking about, Daddy. I do, however, would not like the event should you completely disappear.” Naruto felt so touched. “Your eyes are glossing. Would you perhaps like a cloth?”
“No, no,” Naruto stood up. “I’m happy to hear that, Quiet.”
“I’m glad I could be of service to your happiness.”
“Very. Now tell me,” Naruto rubbed at his eyes. “How are the filthy freeloaders doing?”
“A few of them like to talk every now and then. We do not respond. Will you be meeting them?”
“Yes. I wanted to spit on their faces a bit.” Speeding past the surface of the moon, Naruto arrived at what the threshold of giant gates. They opened and he walked into an old fashioned traditional building. Sliding doors, tatami flooring and opened the secret hatch leading to a corridor of endless stairs. He jumped down through the dark emptiness in between and landed in a chamber lit with blue flames and a thousand Metsu each greeting him at the same time, but none of them moved. They were under strict orders not to.
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t our jailer,” he heard the sneering tone, “Just you wait. One of these days we’ll break free from our shackles and when we do, we’ll-!” The sound of electric surges echoed as the voice grew quiet. Naruto giggled a bit as he walked past several different paths leading to all the voices that were slowly starting to call him out. He was just here for one of them.
“Naruto Uzumaki.” He stopped and raised a brow at the one who said his name. Pale skinned, a long curving horn grew out of his left brow to wrap around the back of his skull and sticking out the right temple to form a cheap crown, eyes closed. That was all that remained of the great Isshiki Ōtsutsuki. “You show your face at least, thief.”
He had to laugh at that. Out loud. The look of irritation on his face was well worth it. “I don’t know what’s funnier, you calling other people a thief or you saying you can see my face, you blind motherfucker.”
“I will break free of this prison and I will-”
“Keep crying like a bitch forever. You’re not breaking out. Ever.”
“Pride comes before the fall, Uzumaki.”
“Funny I remember you being the one all high and mighty when you came to kill me.” Naruto leaned close to the severed head of the Ōtsutsuki tagged with seals, curses and black senbon. “What was it you said? ‘Don’t gaze at me with those filthy eyes, human.’ Look at you now. A talking bobble head with no power, no means to even imprint a Kama on anyone. You were a tough motherfucker, I’ll admit, but after a while all you Ōtsutsuki fell in line once I figured out your tricks.”
“You feculent scum!” Isshiki grew mad and Naruto took the moment to take the head in his hand and smash his forehead against the nose of the celestial being, making it groan in pain.
“Don’t worry, Isshiki. You’re not due long anymore. The only reason I’m keeping you and the rest of your filthy clan alive is simple,” he brought his lips closer to the ears of the Ōtsutsuki. “You’re going to watch as I take everything away as you and your kind have been doing for God knows how long. And when it’s over, I will look down on you and tell you, ‘Gotcha, bitch.’” Leaving the head at the guard of the Metsu once more, Naruto arrived at the highest set of stairs with the one Ōtsutsuki he actually wanted to talk to.
It was a fucking shame in his opinion. She was so goddamn beautiful. Everything about her face was perfection, but inside she was a cruel, hollow, shell of a wanna be goddess that wanted to be worshipped. Naruto honestly assumed she was a Gemini.
“Uzumaki.” Kaguya Ōtsutsuki spoke his name. It was so filled with hate and malice. Music to his ears.
“Bitch.”
“One thousand days.”
“Excuse me?”
“It has been one thousand days since we last spoke.” She clarified. “You did not come here without a specific reason. Throw your insults and begone. It is what you are here for.”
“Pretty much.”
“I’ve grown immune to such insults, Uzumaki. There is nothing you can do to…what is that smell?”
“My dick.”
“….I see.” She grew quiet as Naruto held his shaft closer to her nose. It was coated with his own natural musk and the juices of Temari and Sakura. “Do you plan to defile my mouth once more?”
“No, I just wanted to see your reaction.” Naruto picked her head up and squeezed her cheeks. “You blushed you know.”
“Preposterous!”
“Way to voice your denial there, lady,” Naruto held the head by the hairlocks and spun it around as she kept berating him, but honestly he couldn’t make out a single word she said in the little whirlwind he was creating. When he stopped he did understand.
“And kill everyone you ever loved!” Kaguya grew quiet as did all the other heads. All the Metsu were looking at him, their arms morphing into sharp blades and sickles.
“You did, bitch.” Naruto said. “You were the reason everything went to shit. Then the rest of your clan started popping up. Every single one of you with your tricks and resurrection methods. Still didn’t stop me from kicking all your pale skinned asses from planet to planet. Picked up more skills along the way and if it wasn’t for your clan’s constant meddling, I would’ve never found a way back here.”
He placed down her head on the pedestal and spoke, this time to everyone.
“Ōtsutsuki,” his voice rang loud and clear in the dimension prison he’d created for them, “you pale skinned, white-eyed, blue haired, weird eye-browed fuckers have been such a royal pain in my ass for so long. One of you basically triggered the extinction of my race, and when I finally accepted my solitude, the rest of you showed up. Beating me down, prompting me to cross my limits each time and find a way to take your heads off your shoulders. And then again. It took me a long time to catch you all, but once I did oooooh boy. It’s a good thing you fuckers are bound to the chakra parasites in your skulls. Don’t worry, all of you will die. Some peacefully, some very violently. You have no power. You never will, ever again. The only reason I’ve kept you all alive is simple: I’m gonna put on a little show for you all. ‘But Naruto oh you magnificent bastard’ I hear you say, ‘when is this show?’ In a few days. Trust me, it’s gonna be something you’ll all be awed by. Believe it.”
His eyes turned into the multi tomoe Rinnegan as a black distortion appeared in front of him and Naruto had initially planned to go back to his palace, but watching Kaguya and all the annoyed faces of the Ōtsutsuki members, and seeing Kakashi and Sakura after a long time made him a bit…nostalgic. Stepping through the rift, Naruto Uzumaki appeared in an old familiar sight. A small two-room apartment, bare bones in terms of furnishing, but it was the bedroom that held the most memories for him. The rooms were clean; Met-chan apparently thought the origin of where he slept must be kept sterile. Whatever that meant to the artificial human, he didn’t know. Inside his old bedroom, Naruto marveled at how everything was still in place and on the desk Gama-chan was still lying there just as the day the younger him had left that day. And on the bedside shelf, a picture of the people he was the closest to when he was alive. His eyes focused on the black haired young man and the annoyance on his face made him chuckle.
He lied down on his bed and though it was a bit small for him now, evident by his feet sticking well out beyond the end, Naruto Uzumaki felt…nothing. Getting up to see his face in the bathroom mirror, he stared hard at the man he became from the boy who used to live here. He saw it in the mirror. Blue eyes, blond hair, and a grin splitting from ear to ear. Once upon a time there was an idea of Naruto Uzumaki, some kind of abstraction. A boy born in blood, raised by loathing, and treated with hate, but still maintaining an attitude that reflected the Leaf’s Will of Fire. And though he hid his cold gaze, shouted out stupid things, and led a similar lifestyle to every boy of his age in that time, he was simply not there.
“I’m beginning to think I have issues.” With those words he reappeared in his palace and the sound of music greeted him. Shion had apparently decided to put on a little show to welcome her new sisters and he wanted to fit in. Both with them and very much inside them.
Amidst a terrible second wave, multiple incidents and other facets of life taking up my time, this chapter took over 3 months to write. So there are grammatical errors, writing style continuity and lots of shifts in tones. Hopefully, I’ll be able to overcome them and deliver a better chapter on the next outing. That’s pretty much it from me. Enjoy the show, ye royal wankers. This is Le Wanker, King of Wankety Wanks fucking off. Stay safe.
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