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The Red Spiral	By : YamiWriter Category: Naruto > General Views: 47331 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter 7. Not much left to cover, boys, girls and everyone else who reads my stuff.
"Stop sitting around and send out more trackers!" He felt the headache starting to sear into his skull. Having lived this long, Ōnoki never expected to be faced with a situation such as this as the pain in his back went up threefold from having to seat in his office for much longer than he liked. All around the chambers jōnin, chūnin and members of the war council were rushing to get their work done and find out where Han was. The host of the Five Tails was always at a fair bit of odds with him and the way he did business. The direct and lively nature of the Jinchūriki infuriated him; part of him was convinced that the armored shinobi did not love the village. The Third Tsuchikage had done everything in his power to make sure his weapon grew up the way every human sacrificed for the power of the Tailed Beasts grew up.
It was the way of shinobi.
Looking back on it, he should've brought more incentive for Han to stick around considering his other Jinchūriki was unquestionably loyal to the village in spite of being something of a free bird. That was the second part of his problems. Roshi disappeared. He was supposed to appear three days ago for a meeting. Ōnoki was planning to launch operations into the Land of Water, setting up a subsidiary village with Roshi acting like a figurehead and gather what refugee support remained of Kiri, now nothing but ash and dust in the wind.
Roshi had been informed too and he was eager to serve his village to the best of his capabilities.
Then he went ahead and missed the meeting, the very same day when his office got reports that all the shinobi of the borders between Fire, Earth and Wind were killed. The Hidden Sand was gone. Erased from the earth and nobody knew what to make of it. Ōnoki did. He'd grown up seeing sparks of coincidences turning into full scale wars. The famed Fence Sitter bitterly took his pain pills and downing them with a glass of water.
Two villages. Gone. It'd been eating away at him since Kiri had gone up in ash, but that was still acceptable; a village embroiled in a long and bloody civil war rarely survived and given the reports of what his informants had seen, it was an act of God that wiped the Bloody Mist off of the earth as a result of the battle. The disappearance of Suna on the other hand and the dead platoons on the borders were proof enough his old instincts were right. Konoha wasn't cutthroat enough to kill their own soldiers and leave them as a ruse to throw them off. Kumo was far too busy arming themselves up to cause something, but they were still a fair time away from pulling the trigger as his spies regaled. Ame came to mind as well, but he had no way of confirming that. That concrete jungle was far too dense and risky for even his spies to venture into. Kusa was compromised since their top brass had disappeared. The more his mind pondered, the more scenarios came up. Each one worse than the last.
"Here." His son, Kitsuchi held up a glass with something fizzing in the bottom.
"And what would I need that for?" Ōnoki asked his brat of a son. He received the same look as he gave his offspring, it was one Kurotsuchi had too.
"Just take the stupid medicine, old man. We need our Tsuchikage headache free."
Reluctantly he took the ailment and waited for it to work its miracle. He'd need more than that to balm his mind though. "Times like this, I wish the Lord Second was alive. I'd be leading the search for Roshi and Han myself."
"Have a little faith in your granddaughter," the jōnin commander assured him. "You wouldn't have handed her the task if she wasn't capable enough. She's got a strong unit with her too to face whatever many shinobi are out there."
That was his biggest concern. Just how many enemies were there? To destroy a village, to capture Jinchūriki, to take out border patrols. "Kitsuchi."
"My Lord."
"Tell me something," the old man pondered, "do you think it might be the mercenaries we hired every now and then?"
"The Akatsuki?" Ōnoki nodded. "Could be. Despite hiring them we still don't know what their goals are. Deidara, Itachi Uchiha, Kisame Hoshigaki certainly are names to be feared and I'm assuming whoever they replaced Orochimaru with is someone of that level. But to go after two Jinchūriki like that and inviting war with a village. Seems foolish."
"Foolish if you don't hold all the cards," Ōnoki rose, levitating above his seat as the gears in his head turned. "However, to have all nine on the other hand. Now that would be one way of holding a knife to the throats of every major village."
"Are you saying they're responsible for the attack on Suna?"
The boy really could not see the bigger picture. "I'm saying Suna being destroyed is just one part of the plan. For all we know, they might have been responsible for the Kiri incident too."
"But to do something like that, the resources, the manpower-"
"Just power, Kitsuchi," Ōnoki corrected his child. "We don't know who leads the Akatsuki, but whoever it is they can keep the likes of Itachi Uchiha and Kisame Hoshigaki in line. And we don't even know where their base-"
"Lord Tsuchikage!" The door was slammed open as a chūnin panted. "It's Akatsuchi! He's returned but he's in critical condition."
"Out of the way." Ōnoki flew his damned way out of the office, out of all the red tape feces he'd been going through for the last 40 years and arrived at the hospital. The Shield of the Tsuchikage, they called him. Rarely would he ever leave his side and the one time he ordered one of his most loyal shinobi to leave him to help his granddaughter search for their Jinchūriki, the man came back in a state in which he would've been better off dead. Kitsuchi stood beside him as they both watched their fellow Stone shinobi getting attended. Blood all over his frame, his skull could be seen from the area where flesh once remained, one foot gone, and his right arm missing.
"We found him like this thirty five miles away from an outpost, my Lord," one of the border guard shinobi informed him.
"And what of those with him?" He didn't show it, but his heart was tearing itself apart. Kurotsuchi.
"No one, Lord Tsuchikage," the guard regrettably answered him. "We've sent out more troops to find them."
"Find them and-" Unceremoniously, Ōnoki was cut off by a scream. Akatsuchi stood, screaming in pain and horror as he shook. Ōnoki and Kitsuchi burst into the room to calm him down when they saw a large, tanned muscular arm emerge from the hole where his arm used to be and grabbed the head of the person closest to them—a medic nin—before crushing their head in one go.
"Lord Tsuchikage!" Akatsuchi cried for help. "SAVE ME!"
Ōnoki watched everything happened slowly. How the muscular arm reached around for Akatsuchi's other arm, ripped it off and smacked it against the doctor on the other side of the bed. A foot ripped out of the missing appendage and twiddled around the ground before finding the right footing. The hands reached for Akatsuchi's face, the fingers sank deep under the skin and pulled. Red. Everywhere.
Flesh, bones, eyeball, liver, kidneys, lungs, piss, shit. Everything that was once Akatsuchi was smeared into the four walls of the hospital room, staining the sterilized surroundings and the people. And in the place of his shield stood a demon. Wild red hair, red eyes with black wheel patterns as eight spokes emerged from them before turning into slits in each, and a form so physically perfected to a ridiculous degree Ōnoki questioned if normal weapons would be able cut through the skin or not. After all, this man would have to die.
"Yo," he said with a smug grin and looked around at everyone. Ōnoki channeled chakra as his boiling blood fueled his rage. "You've got red on you."
His famed Dust Release manifested and the cube surrounded the murderer of his Shield. Its target was trapped in the axis of the cube. Everyone rushed away from the outburst of chakra that followed. The effects of the jutsu took place as it did its work to demolish the redhead down to a subatomic level. The walls of the hospital cracked and fell, the ceiling broke down in pieces and his son shielded him from the falling debris. As the box of destructive chakra dissipated, as the chaos settled, as the smoke rose, the sound of slow clapping was heard. The intruder stood where Ōnoki had released his jutsu, not a scratch on him, his clothes intact and his eyes beaming up like a child.
"Oi, oi, oi! I didn't know you'd be starting with something like that right off the bat, gramps. In that case," the redhead said and slapped his hands together. "Earth Release: Stone Temple Pilots." The debris around the area began to shake. All of them. Like puppets they hung in the air, and then deform, earthen dust was shaved off and dusted off as they turned into pitch black spikes, each as sharp and large as the other. "Sic em, boys."
Ōnoki grabbed Kitsuchi and flew through the giant hole in the wall, courtesy of his Dust Release. Just in time too. The black stone tendrils lashed out at inhumane speeds, stabbing and impaling everyone in the room and spreading out from there as they focused on him. Years of instincts kicked in as he flew at full speed, despite the pain in his back. Sending his son hurling through a window of a building, Ōnoki told him what to do next. "Gather to forces. I'll destroy those spikes. Now!"
Turning around, Ōnoki barely managed to dodge the incoming projectiles, getting minor cuts and his clothes being more grievously injured than him. Once more he brought his hands up, his chakra flared and particles of chakra gathered at the end of his fingertips and palms forming a cone. "Dust Release: Atomic Dismantling Jutsu." And it shot off, he controlled it not to hit any of the infrastructure he was sworn to defend and with all his years of training the Fence Sitter did his duty. All the stones were gone and Ōnoki rushed back to where the red haired fiend was and found him still there, yawning.
Instead of rushing in like he did moments before Ōnoki simply hovered above him. I'm sure he was trapped inside the Atomic Dismantling cube. Yet not a mark on him. He has good control over Earth Release. Given his stature, his hand to hand must be fairly good. On top of that, the Third Tsuchikage stared at his now red slitted eyes. He has a dōjutsu that allows him to possess people. No, he gets inside them. Shrinking? Mangekyō Sharingan? He hated those eyes.
"Oi, gramps," the redhead called out to him in a whiny manner. The casual tone made every bit of his skin crawl. "How long are you going to stay up there? Come on down, I won't bite. I promise."
"You're going to die if I come down there, brat." Ōnoki promised him with all the vitriol he had. But he needed to control himself. He couldn't casually fly in until he knew how the boy evaded his Dust Release.
"Eh?" He raised a brow and started cackling. "Man, you are as stubborn as I remember."
Ōnoki knew it was a lie to throw him; forgetting someone who looked like this would be hard even if he went senile. "I don't know what you're talking about, boy," his hands were ready in case the boy made any moves. "I doubt I'd forget someone like you."
"That's right!" He snapped his fingers. "I sometimes keep forgetting that time hasn't arrived yet, but moving on from that. My name is Naruto Uzumaki. Don't you forget it."
"Uzumaki." The red hair made more sense now. Memories of him leading troops as countless red haired men, women and children were put to the sword. "I see. So that's what this is about. Revenge."
"Revenge?" The boy named Naruto Uzumaki sat down, his crimson orbs transfixed on him, and rubbed his chin in deep thought. "If you're talking about what you, Kiri and Kumo did to Uzushio, then no. I'm just here to do something similar I did in Kiri and Suna."
Ōnoki felt a chill run down his spine. Both at the casual tone and his admittance. Part of him thought it was a ruse to throw him off, but there was something eerie about this boy. Wait for the rest. "That's quite the claim you're making. You expect me to believe a greener than grass boy like you destroyed two villages?"
"Twenty." He squinted a bit. "No, wait. Twenty-two. I've destroyed twenty-two villages or at the very least made sure their top brass are dead. The power of their Bijū, if they had any, under my supervision and of course," he laughed a bit, "their hottest women."
Ōnoki from his bird's eye view saw how quietly all the forces of the Iwa were converging in on the hospital. There was a chance most of them would be dead if his words were true. "Your lies were better off before you decided to exaggerate this much. Honestly, you should…" The words died in his mouth when he saw the red slits turn into the accursed tomoe of the Sharingan. Twisting more and more before the three tomoe turned into six, their edges sharp and clearer as they were bound by black chains surrounding a spiral. Something was forming near his eye. The air twisted and something emerged from the void. A woman. Naked.
His granddaughter.
Kurotsuchi wiggled her naked rear to the red haired boy. "Ooooh is it my turn again, Master?" She was looking around a bit before she looked into his eyes. "Grandpa! Look who I found." And she jumped on Naruto Uzumaki, rubbing her cheek against his. "It's the guy who captured both of our Jinchūriki. I tried to fight him at first, but he said he was willing to let me go if I let him fuck me. Best decision of my life!"
Ōnoki screamed as he rushed forward with bloodshot eyes. Rage took over. All that mattered was killing the boy. The legendary hands of stone formed aimed at the chest of the man who corrupted his heir only pass right through. And then he felt numb. An intense pain shooting up and down his entire body. His chakra was depleting and his granddaughter stood in front of him with a frown.
"Why would you do that, Gramps?" Kurotsuchi pouted as Ōnoki felt something rip through his flesh from behind. "I get to choose who I get to be with. Right, Master of my pussy?"
"Damn right. But, you're gonna have to go for now." Ōnoki craned his neck, hopelessly watching as his granddaughter nodded, kissed the mad man full on his lips and disappeared into his eyes once more. "That shut you up real quick, now this on the other hand."
A yell of pain erupted from the deepest part of his throat. Five ironed fingers of malice had ripped and tore through his skin, flesh and bones as they wired themselves around his spine. His chakra built up and got spent.
"Unhand the Tsuchikage!" He heard the murderous cry of his son. With him stood five thousand shinobi and kunoichi all surrounding the broken hospital. Ōnoki winced in pain as he felt the grip on his backbone strengthen. "Let him go!"
"Why would I do that?" Ōnoki felt insult added to injury as the red haired boy lifted him like a trophy to be seen by everyone. "If I let him go, all of you will pounce on me like Jiraiya does when he sees a hot spring. In both cases, there's a massive clapping going around."
"Jiraiya…" Ōnoki groaned as he said it. "Uzumaki…you're from the Leaf."
"I mean I was born there if that's what you're asking." Naruto Uzumaki lowered him and brought him to face level.
"You did this for them," Ōnoki spat blood at the youth's face as he stared on. "We'll raze the Leaf to the ground after we're done with you."
The boy began chuckling. "Awww that is just precious, but allow to me to clarify one thing." His grin stretched, ear to ear. "Konoha isn't yours to conquer."
And with that Ōnoki saw a blur of colors. Everything sped up and the pain on his spine increased a thousand fold. Winds and other objects were hitting him square on the face. He was being ripped apart and knitted together back again as he saw a greenish light cover his body through the explosive and vomit wrenching kaleidoscopic speed and impact he was going through. The Fence Sitter felt something splash on his face. His head. His arms. Legs. Torso. And for the next five minutes he felt pain everywhere and nowhere. All sorts of pain inflicted on his aged body, as he heard screams and shouts in warped forms, sometimes they came sharply, sometimes it was from a mile away.
Ōnoki finally came to a halt as he felt a stone crack his head open and his warm liquid splashed over his forehead, trickling down to his beard. The five holes in his spine reminded him of his other injuries and he realized where he was. The Stone Monument, and the rock that busted his head open laid in his hands was the very same stone he'd polished this morning. Around him the ghost of the First Tsuchikage wandered. His footsteps were hollow, he wasn't really there, but his will was. Picking up the stone he stained with his blood, Ōnoki rose.
Through the cracked hole of the dome he saw the Uzumaki in the air standing still. His entire frame was covered in blood and he was pointing at him. Or rather around him. Ōnoki wished he didn't fall for it. Surrounding him were corpses. Corpses of men and women. Able bodied soldiers missing limbs. Dead shinobi and kunoichi. Mutilated and massacred. And in the place of where the polished stone was placed, was the fashioned, lifeless head of his son Kitsuchi.
"You know I'd say the put up a fight," Naruto Uzumaki said directly from behind him, "but I'd be lying. Honestly, so far, this has been the least fun I've had in demolishing a village. I mean sure it was fun when I grabbed you and kept healing you as I used as a full speed battering ram to rip through all your forces, but that boring quickly."
The Hands of Stone returned and struck the boy full in his face before they shattered. His hands were caught, he yelled in pain as both were twisted and broken before he received a harsh kick in the face. His teeth were shattered, some went down his throat and got stuck there as he choked.
"For God's sakes, you have the Dust Release," the boy stopped down to his level, his bloody fingers gripped the top of his bald head. With another hand Ōnoki saw in horror as he created white shining particles of chakra to form a cube. A circle. A triangle. Various shapes and forms, twisting and morphing, creating and destroying. "You could've used this in soooo many different ways, but you just had to be stuck in the past, didn't you? Can't really blame you, old man. This is what chakra does. It feeds on your worst impulses and given human nature, I'm not really surprised. Oh well, this was fun. It got boring fast, but it was fun. And now I bid you adieu." The boy's eyes changed. Gone were the accursed Sharingan and he saw the eyes that had been told tales of to him to lull him into a peace sleep when he was younger, freer and a man untainted by patriotism.
The Rinnegan. Dark purple. Rippled. Tomoe on the rings surrounding it. And it got darker. The entire place. Naruto Uzumaki spread his arms, forming a T of sorts as he rose as the shadows grew. Up above the sky so high, from the heavens it descended, blocking out everything. There was another hot on its tail. Four more followed. Boulders the size of mountains began to rain.
"From what I understand, that little pebble there represents your famed Will of Stone." He then pointed to the sky, to the titans he brought. "That's mine. If you bow down, I'll let you live. If not, I let my rock-hard friends up there turn your village into a pile of rubble. What'll it be?"
The sneering look. The Sharingan. The absolute authority of one's power towering over everyone else's. It reminded him of Madara Uchiha. The wrought he brought, and this boy had used his own body to slaughter the very people he was sworn to protect and command. If he bowed, he'd be surrendering everyone who was left in the village to a lifetime of servitude to him. They'd be use and abused, like his granddaughter who'd been corrupted beyond measure.
I am the ground beneath all beings. He remembered the saying. All tremble to my will. He slapped his hands, gathering the last of his chakra as he began to form a cube of pure destruction. Despair ye mighty, for all shall fall when the earth under their feet are torn asunder. It was charging and he saw the boy laughing his heart out. Then as the mountain sized boulders got closer, as the sky was nothing more than a black shadow, he saw light in between.
Black light.
A cube similar to his own, but more chaotic and yet stable floated around the fiend known as Naruto Uzumaki who pointed at him. It got larger, spun on its own axis becoming an oval shaped anomaly.
"True Dust Release," he whispered as everything became silent, "Antiparticle Dismantling Jutsu." It rushed at him, clashing against his own technique and in between the annihilation that followed, Ōnoki the Fence Sitter witnessed how everything phased through the red haired monster. He saw the truth of it all as everything was being broken down on a molecular level, but he remained untouchable. Unyielding to the destruction consuming everything. He reigned above everything he knew. A being far beyond human.
God.
He saw God.
To be beaten and humiliated like this. She hung against the wall, battered and beaten. A kunai pierced through her palms and her head bowing in defeat. Get up. She rose her head, eyes filled with murderous rage as she looked at her enemies.
"I'll be fucking damned! She's still got fight in her Kakuzu!" The silver haired one with the scythe, the one who injured her, gleefully told his partner. "Looks like my Lord and Savior Jashin will be getting more tribute today."
"You've dealt her enough damage, Hidan," the one using the masks tried to calm him down. "Anymore and we risk the Jinchūriki dying."
"Fine! Fine!" Then he scraped off her blood from his scythe and licked it. "But I want her after."
"Hidan," the man known as Kakuzu stared him down, "if we weren't partners, I would've harmed you on general principle for being the sick psychopath you are."
"Oh that's rich coming from the corpse exhumer! At least I'll just be fucking her when she's col-"
"I'll kill you." She muttered loudly enough for them to hear. "I swear to whatever God is up there, you two won't be living through this day."
"Oh really sweety," he twirled his scythe and pranced around, "how are you gonna do that? By bitching?"
"You're on the verge of chakra exhaustion," the one known as Kakuzu pointed out what she didn't want to hear. "You've exhausted the amount of Bijū chakra your body can handle. Out of all the Jinchūriki we're out to hunt, you are the weakest Yugito Nii."
"That's right, girlie," Hidan was very close to her and rubbed his filthy finger across her cheek, "Take away your Bijū and you're nothing. All you Jinchūriki are the same."
"I don't know, man. I'd like to think I'm different." The voice came from the wall beside her. And through the stony surface a wicked shade of crimson emerged. Spiky, wild and long, the mane of hair was as stark as the man who it belonged. Tall as her Raikage, undoubtedly more muscular and red eyed, the man stood cracking his knuckles. "Well, well, well. If it isn't the hairy immortal and his sidekick with the scythe."
The blade sliced through the air and Yugito knew exactly how sharp it was. So she couldn't help but drop her jaw when the blade broke against the neck of the emerging stranger.
"Really? Not even a hello. Well, if that's how you wanna play." Something red, dark and spherical formed at the tip of his index finger, spinning violently before changing its rotation and growing smaller to the size of a candy. "True Energy Release: Reversed Rotational Rasengan…Mini." The small ball of energy struck the one who brought her down to this miserable state instantaneously and in a burst of speed dragged him across the cavern, smashing him across the wall as all his arms and legs exploded into tiny chunks.
"MOTHERFUCKER! FUCK! MY ARMS! MY FUCKING LEGS!"
"Huh," the red haired man scratched the back of his head, "I didn't even put that much chakra in it. You were talking all that shit a minute ago. Look at you now. Just another torso."
"WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!"
"The one," he spread his stance, "the only," he brought his fist in front of his face, spreading the digits, "Naruto Uzumaki."
If Yugito was not in extreme pain, she would've rolled her eyes in disgust or laughed at him doing this ridiculous pose. Though given how easily he dispatched of the cultist, she was contemplating on not laughing. With a swipe of his hand, the kunai holding her in place came off, but his eyes weren't on her. They never were. It'd been on the other red cloud cloak garbed assailant.
"Naruto Uzumaki." Kakuzu spoke with a grim tone, as if he said the name of a ghost. His cloak fell and vast amounts of limb shearing strands of hair banded together with the masks that spat fire, water, wind and lightning. "You faked your death. Changed your look all to avoid us."
"Not really. I mean did kind of technically die, but that was for a few seconds." He clapped his hands and pointed at himself with his thumbs. "And by the way, I didn't change my look to avoid your lot. I just think I look better with red hair." He looked directly at her with those burning red eyes. "What do you think? It suits me, right?"
"He's going to attack!" Yugito shouted as the chakra was being built up in all the masks. Despite the looks, Kakuzu knew how to hit hard and this guy was being too casual for her liking, despite his previous feat.
"FINE! I'll take him down first. Then we'll talk." He made a strange hand seal; on each limb, the index finger and thumb connected to make two circles, touching each other while the rest of the six fingers made contact at their tips. "True Wind Release: Cleaved Butchering Breeze." And she felt a small bit of a breeze pass her by and Kakuzu stood still.
Then blood spilled out of him like a fountain as he was dismantled and cut into eighteen different vertically slit pieces of flesh and bone. His hair strand held masks weren't spared either as each of them cracked and imploded with their own jutsu, crashing down on what remained of the man. Everything behind the man was affected too. From the ground to the walls to the ceiling of the cavern. Sharp sliced cut marks were seen as slabs of debris fell where the residue of the corpse was.
"Tch." The man known as Naruto Uzumaki seemed annoyed. "Note to self: Don't use Shinjutsu against weaker shinobi. Well, except this one time. Oh Hidaaaan~"
The Jinchūriki of the Two Tailed Flaming Cat could only stare at what she'd witnessed. She was no stranger to power, and ever since she was a child, it attracted her. Strength drew respect, power drew admiration, brutality drew attraction. And ever since becoming the Jinchūriki of Matatabi, her hormones towards such individuals only increased. It was why she gave her first time to someone like Killer Bee, and it was worth it. Now, she found another one.
Someone not only stronger than her, but so impossibly miles ahead of her she couldn't even fathom what the ceiling was for someone like him. And mixed in with the fact he saved her from certain death (he looked good too), Yugito Nii was turned on. Injured or not.
"MOTHERFUCKER!" Hidan threw another slew of curses at the towering muscle of a man. "You're going to fucking die! We're gonna rip the Nine Tails out of your fucking ass!"
Tabi, is it true? She asked the Bijū stored within her. Unfortunately, she got no answers from her friend. Yugito can only assume that Matatabi was tired. When a Jinchūriki and its Bijū bonded, so did their trauma. In her case at least. For now she'd let the cat rest. And if he does have the Nine Tails, at the very least I can say he's not with these guys. The way he was slapping the one known as Hidan was proof of that. Still, she kept her guard up. Turned on or not, Yugito didn't like surprises that resulted in her getting fucked.
Metaphorically of course.
"You Akatsuki members bore me." He told the severed talking head. "You'd think a group of terrorists would make up for an assortment of interesting qualities, but nope. A grand central station for disappointment."
Hidan spat at his face and put on a bloodthirsty grin. "When the rest of us find out you're alive, we're gonna rip you apart. You. That bitch. And every last one of you Jinchūriki are gonna be fucking dead! I'll rape your corpse and offer it to Lord Jashin after!"
"You have a fucked up religion, my scythe wielding friend," Naruto Uzumaki told the clearly antagonistic cultist. "But, don't worry. The rest of your friends are gonna meet you in the afterlife soon."
"I think you've got a screw loose in there you, you beast jailing fuck!" Hidan was smiling with glee. "I'm immortal! Lord Jashin won't let me die! I will live-"
"You're not immortal." The redhead put a hand over his blabbering mouth and other one on top of his head. "You see, your cult managed to get their hands on something that should not have existed. A long time ago there was this arrogant little fucker named Isshiki Ōtsutsuki, and he decided to pull off an experiment to see how immortality works. Dissatisfied with the results, he discarded it along with the person who was his little lab rat. A fellow by the name of Jashin Miroku, a wandering monk who later specialized in curses and hexes. He founded your little cult, made all your sacrificial rituals from the tests he was subjugated to. All you grunts did was just absorb the life force of other people to keep yourselves alive for a little longer and not die immediately. But I assure you, you can die. I know because I've spent the last few years killing every Jashinist I could find."
"…are you making that up?" Yugito had to ask and the man rolled his eyes.
"Of course not. Can't you see the outrage in his eyes?" He dragged the mutilated torso closer to her and she waved him to move it away. The smell was far too rancid. "I never did catch your name."
"Yugito," she felt at the very least she owed him this courtesy. "Yugito Nii."
"Cute name. Anyway," he turned his attention back to the limbless living corpse, "I'd say it was fun knowing you, Hidan, but honestly it wasn't."
"You're gonna kill him, right?" She got an immediate bopping nod from him. "Let me give you a hand."
"I know you probably want to kill him, but you can't. Not in the state you're in right now at the very least. You can watch though." He removed the hand from his mouth letting Hidan curse as freely as he could as the fingers clamped around the top of his skull tightened. "True Wind Release: Twisted Needlework." Once more Yugito felt the winds around her pick up, far more quicker this time and she could see it take form this time. Surrounding the hand that held the cultist, surrounding him, encircling him, twisting around him.
The winds howled louder, the screeching got faster and Hidan's curses of anger turned to mutters of pain, of anguish, of horror. His clothes were gone. His skin was peeling off. His blood colored the small twister he was encapsulated in. His flesh was falling off and being shred into nothing. His bones appeared next, cracking under the pressure before turning into his dust. His organs being protected inside spilled out before they too were obliterated by the violent whirlwind until nothing remained. Whatever proof there was that a man named Hidan was here was gone with the wind.
"And that takes care of that." He cleaned his hands before she found his beastly eyes staring into her black ones. It was mesmerizing if she were to be honest. Trying to hide the fact that she was aroused at this moment, she coughed.
"Thanks. I would've escaped by myself later."
"No," he swat her defense down. "You wouldn't. They knew exactly what they were doing. You're lucky I came at the right time."
"How did you get through the walls?" She asked and he shrugged.
"Just an innate ability of mine." He motioned for her to come near him. "I'm going to apply what little Iryō ninjutsu I know."
"How do I know I can trust you?" He took off his shirt and Yugito found it very hard not to stare. Every single muscle was defined, buff and in perfect shape. Physically, he was leagues ahead of the Raikage given how the man would roam shirtless all the time. But….that was not the intention behind him taking off his top. No. It would be the absurd seal she saw on his abdomen. Nine tomoe in concentric circles, on top of several layers of seals, with a sun on one side and a moon on the other, all of it converging into a spiral in the middle. All to contain the calamity known as the Nine Tailed Fox. "What…the hell?"
"Uzumaki." He said his last name. It was a reminder of his heritage. A heritage that her village had a massive hand in destroying. "Seals are my forte. Now, get over here. We need to get to Kumo."
"Wait," she hesitated. "The Kyūbi was with Konoha, but I don't see a headband on you."
"You heard that bit about me pretending to die, right?" She nodded. "I left the village."
"And why the hell would you do that?" Yugito's words must've gotten to him personally. He leaned in very close, face just a hair away from hers, his gaze completely bewitching her sight and a hand on her abdomen as she felt warm…everywhere. It was comforting her, soothing her, and most importantly, turning her into jelly.
"I don't think I need to explain to you how Jinchūriki are raised," his other arm snaked around to her back, dangerously close to her rear and the warm tingling sensation increased tenfold. "Do I?"
"No." She said with a light gasp and felt weak in her knees. Fuck. Oh God.
"I forgot to tell you," the hot words from his lips on her ears felt like embers touching her soul, "my chakra is dense. It tends to have an effect on people when I…touch them. Given your state, it'll feel like a relaxer. Or an aphrodisiac."
"You think," Yugito's hand gripped the hand touching her midriff over shirt, "you couldn't have mentioned this earlier, you asshole."
"I was too busy killing them, and," the hand on her back shifted under chin, "I was gauging your emotions. All that lust you gave off when I murdered them. So nasty."
"How would you….even know that?"
"Kyūbi." He said as a matter of fact. "Mother warned me about girls like you."
"Please, as if mmmph~" She moaned shamelessly as his hand roamed around liberally, "I would ever be hot for a guy….from Konoha of all places."
"Pride and prejudice." He removed his hands from her, but her body was on fire from the external chakra seeping into her system. Her nipples stiffened, her skin shivered and the space between her legs moistened. And she noted at their height difference, his lips vertically a tiptoe away from hers. "That's two sins you're familiar with. How about a third?"
She wanted to think straight. Think rationally, but her weakness for strong men, him saving her, brutally killing her would be kidnappers and his looks... "Fuck it." Slamming her lips into his, she felt his hand settled onto her firm, lovely backside, grabbing and giving a firm squeeze to her perky ass.
"Horny aren't you?"
"Asshole," she said as she grinded against him, trying not to purr as her hips pushed back into his strong hand, her eyes drifting down to the growing bulge in his pants. The very incredible, nearly awe inspiring bulge that left her almost amazed by what she was seeing. "You better be worth it."
"Sounds like a challenge to me." Pressing forward, he shoved his other hand right down her pants, making her gasp as he pulled her panties off to the side and stuffed fingers into her pussy with a single, aggressive slam. She was playing along now, and rather than draw it out much longer, he decided to go bold and test her limits immediately. "You should know, those who go against me usually end up broken or in pieces." Each word was laced with confidence, his husky voice was low as his fingers shoved into her pussy, steadily working in and out of her. She was growing wetter and hotter around his digits with embarrassing quickness, moans pushing against her tightly pursed lips as his aggressive touch won her over almost immediately.
She leaned her head back, offering up her neck as her hand trailed down his chest, seizing the bulge and grabbing it firmly. Trying to play a game of her own, she made her own claim. "I've had bigger."
"Liar." He pushed her up against the wall of the empty meeting room, his body tight against hers as his fingers pushed in deeper. Yugito purred, grabbing hold of his wrist and keeping his hand buried in her panties as her other hand rubbed the tenting bulge of his cock. He was pressing his lips aggressively against hers as his fingers pumped into her tight pussy faster and faster. She moaned around the digits continuing to pump rapidly into her, biting her lip as he pulled away from the kiss. "After today, you won't be wanting anyone else."
"Big talk." She said as her ass received a harsh swat, fingers pulling out of her pussy and bringing themselves up to her lips, covered in her own sticky nectar. Being bold, she moved forward, moaning around the digits, closing her eyes and sucking the fingers clean of her own nectar, tongue slithering against his shaft within her mouth as she firmly rubbed his cock. She heard a noise and saw how a chair made of earth rose from behind him.
"How even?"
"Shinjutsu." He sat down on the construct. "I'll explain later. Now," he wiggled his finger covered with her cunt juice. "Come here."
She did.
Hands ran up along Yugito's breasts, perky handfuls of soft flesh that had been fondled again and again, her dress and underwear all tossed carelessly aside to leave her naked as she sat on the Uzumaki's thighs as she rocked against the swollen outline of his still hidden, clothed cock.
It was a merciless tease, as Yugito pushed her hips forward, her slick, puffy pussy in need of his cock and pushing up against the bulge.
"All that talk, and all you do is tease~" She shuddered, having been felt up and fondled for far too long as he sat there on his chair, receiving the steady lap grinding from the blushing blonde. "Come on, Naruto, just fuck me already."
"It's not every day I have a beautiful Jinchūriki in my lap," he said, leaning his head back as Yugito braced herself, drawing a sharp, knowing breath as she awaited the other half of his remark. "Well, not one as beautiful as you at least."
"Why do you continue to flatter me when I'm asking you to fuck me?" She rolled her eyes, reaching for his pants and licking her lips as she decided to just get to work and take what she wanted. "Unless, of course, you don't actually think you can keep up with me."
Yugito was not expecting his chakra to enhance her lust this much and was acting like the sluts she hated, and he was all too happy to savor that fact as he reached for his pants, pushing them down and giving her what she wanted.
"Ask and you shall receive," he said, smirking as she pulled back away from his bulge to witness the pulling of his cock out from within his pants. A monstrously thick and large cock flopped out, throbbing and hard as could be, all for Yugito.
For a moment she was scared. It reminded her too much of Killer Bee and his member. But this one seemed more…alluring. His hands then went to her hips, seizing them and dragging her up and guiding her to the tip of his cock.
"Cat got your tongue?" He could not have sounded smugger about that fact, but seeing the look of unbridled lust in his eyes made her hotter.
A little whine form Yugito's mouth left her shuddering as he pulled her down onto his cock slowly, leaving her to lean back and twist happily about as he dug in for the long run with a firm, steady grip on her hips.
They groaned in unison as the slow forward penetration made his cock sink deep into her aching snatch, stretching her out like she had never felt before, while the Uzumaki savoured her initial tightness, that first stroke into her fresh pussy that she knew he would absolutely ravage, and it was a delight. She relished shuddering against him, the heated swell of desire flashing over her widening eyes.
"So big," she said, as he guided her further down his cock, the feeling of being filled like never before making her tremble and shiver as he pulled her down his cock. It felt amazing, and was made only better by the way that he looked at her, the ravenous stare that seemed to overwhelm her shivering body as he pulled her further and further down. "How is there still more?"
She looked down at the cock, amazed by the length of it as he reached deeper into her than ever before, but there was more cock yet unsheathed inside of her slick pussy. Her head rolled back, hands gripping and digging into his broadened shoulders for balance as his strong hands continued to guide her hips steadily inward.
"What happened to all that shit you were talking a moment ago?" the Naruto asked, having the time of his life in watching her reaction. The Jinchūriki seemed so amazed by what she was feeling and it was impossible to not squeal in the arms of someone so strong. "All that talk, but you're just a starving little kitty. Aren't you?" His hands squeezed her hips as he pulled her right down to the hilt, left her shivering and gasping as her warm body pressed to his and her long legs clung to his waist.
Yugito whined, head rolling back as her fingers held on tighter. It was an incredible experience, one unlike anything she could have possibly expected, and the intense feeling of being stuffed full of the Naruto's amazing cock left her feeling like she could hardly take any more.
And yet, she was the one who started moving, using her lust driven strength to pull back away from him and then ease forward once more, soaking in his confidence, his bravado, and his power just oozing off from his body.
Honestly, he was doing a rather good job at it so far, and it left her curious to see what else he had in store for her.
"That much remains to be seen, but it does feel amazing to have my pussy filled up like this. I've never felt so much cock inside of me before."
The tight grip on Yugito's hips helped guide her back and forth, urging her to be quicker and more desperate as he stared in ravenous appreciation at every sweet, delicious inch of her body, lean and fit with a pair of amazing legs and a bubble butt she was sure he wouldn't mind pounding some time.
In particular, she could tell he was loving the way her perky, modest breasts were starting to bounce as the back and forth of her body grew quicker and more desperate.
There was a deep and beastly appreciation for everything he was watching her do, and it only swelled with each moment as he throbbed inside of her amazingly hot, incredibly wet pussy, stretched open by his swollen cock.
Yugito was taking it all in stride so far, not yet broken down and driven mad by anything, but there was something seeping into her head.
A voice. Depraved and degenerate. Telling her to lose it all and give all of her to him. She hated the fact that she wanted to.
Every bit of her body was resonating sinfully. For those moments, nothing else mattered to her, and she moaned shamelessly. Muttering incoherent nonsense as she quivered with each thrust.
"You look so hot riding my lap," he groaned, fingers reaching further back to press at her lovely ass as his own hips started to rock forward. He remained in his custom made chair, but fucking upward into the moaning blonde, quickening the pace of the fuck—almost as if he was warning her of a savagery he was holding back. "Are you always so vocal? Or am I one of the better ones you had?"
"Definitely the latter." Yugito felt amazing, head rolling back as she bit down hard on her bottom lip, the quickening pace helped her to get used to being fucked so deep, left wondering if she was indeed going to be stuck with him if only due to how much she would not be able to go back to being fucked by anything smaller.
His cock was magnificent, and the more she got of it, the more she believed that about how she was going to be broken by his cock.
She wasn't yet breaking, but fuck if this wasn't an incredible sensation. Yugito liked sex, and even despite her state of being a host, she got plenty of it through one means or another, but to feel something like this blew all of those other experiences out of the water and left her well and truly feeling starved.
She was loving it.
Fucking herself on his amazing dick, Yugito got louder, the moans rumbling in her throat became more lewd. She could see the redhead smiling, knowing he was soaking in with wicked glee everything about her reaction as she made no effort to fight against it, gladly giving him everything he sought, every twisted little delight bared as she threw herself into the vulnerable, desperate act of opening up to her hungers.
It was more than she could bear, and her trembling body was being wound up hotter and needier than she could handle. There was something hypnotic about it, something that left her unable to focus on anything else.
"Fuck me harder," she gasped, as his harsh thrusts picked up the pace. "Please, Naruto, fuck me harder!"
He had her.
She knew he did, and as if he needed any more confirmation, the sharp cry from her lips as she came was the sort of sweet sound that made her believe he lived for.
Just a single noise of bared intimacy and vulnerability as for the first time Yugito came around his cock, utterly unable to hold in her reaction as she lost herself to the mad thrill of release.
It was a powerful sensation that made her body tremble as all of the slick heat around his shaft clenched down and her spasming twat made her entire mind and body go numb.
It was a different kind of feeling. She'd slept around, sometimes multiple times with the same man, but never anything committed, never anything exclusive.
But the more she got of the Naruto and his amazing penis, the less she wanted any other man. There was nothing romantic about the sentiment, just a simple, plain fact that she wanted his cock and didn't think anyone else was ever going to be able to compare.
In fact, she all but knew with absolute certainty that nobody could compare as she felt herself creaming and gushing all over his mighty cock.
Drunk on lust and cock, Yugito's body started to move instinctively once more. She didn't even know for how long she'd been being fucked, she just went at it and refused to stop, pressing aggressively onward without mercy or shame on his shaft that refused to be anything but hard.
Her hips moving back and forth, right up until the tug on her hair that pulled her all the way up, left her gasping and whining as she was dragged entirely off of the cock. "Why did you do that? I was having so much fun~" The way her held her up so easily with just one hand. OH GOD~ She was completely helpless before him. And she wanted more.
Instead of giving her an answer, Naruto placed her right over his lap aggressively as the naked woman, thighs covered in her own juice and lower half of her face now coated with drool from her blabbering, received a harsh slap across her round ass.
"Oooh~" She cooed as she felt his large, burly hands cover all of it. "Please! Don't stop. Fuck me again!"
"I will." He slapped her again. And then her other cheek. The spanks came slowly, methodically, but each slap made her womanhood tingle. "I will fuck you every day, but I need you to do something for me."
"Mmpmpmph what's that?" She could barely think. Cock. Cock. Cock.
"I need to get to Kumo."
"Why? AH!"
"I wasn't finished." This time a stone table rose from the earth and he bent her over it, before slapping her meaty ass cheeks again. "I have a friend there. Killer Bee, and I need his help taking out the rest of the guys who came after you."
"Mmpmpm~" She barely understood his words, but it made sense. Something else, something more important was on her mind "Will you stay after?"
"That depends." Her ass was slapped once more and the Uzumaki's cock was slamming into her quivering pussy once more, shoved harshly down into the desk by the very strong redhead and his forceful touch.
He wanted to hear her scream it as he started to thrust brutally forward, treating her pussy to the sort of intense, thorough, nearly senseless brutality that left her quickly howling in shock and frantic, shuddering delight as he got down to work at treating her pussy like he owned it, treating her to even more harsher pounding with the promise of his spunk as the reward.
"Will you do everything I say, Yugito-chan?"
"YES! GOD YES! FUCKING YES!" Yugito yelled, biting her lip and twisting about hotly as he fucked her with savage desperation from behind. Her body shook as he made good on all of the aggression she had expected, all of the raw sensation of being threatened to be broken. And it all felt amazing, Yugito's body lighting up, sheathed in brilliant flame as she drew closer to another amazing orgasm.
"What a dirty girl." He gave her another harsh slap across her bubble butt, as she turned to look at him savoring the way it jiggled and the approval in his eyes made her cry out with delight. Her pussy was growing tighter for the second time around, and it was sweetened up enough in other ways, like the fact that she was so much more ragged and desperate now, her pussy sucking him in as she pleaded with him, her mind clearly now devoted to him and ready to give him anything if it meant more of his cock. "You're mine."
The words weren't so much as dirty talk as they were a fact of life. Something she found truth in. He was simply speaking the words she couldn't say due to her mad dash towards reaching that state of ecstasy once more, but they helped her go beyond the cusp of joy.
Acceptance made her body tighten, making her twitch and shudder all over as she felt a hand grab her hair and tug on it, the final straw in the needy, worn down body of Yugito and her attempts not to cum. She howled as another powerful orgasm thundered through her already addicted body, and finally felt a hot flood of cum pumped deep into her womb leaving her shuddering and kicking about as the Naruto marked her as his with a powerful rush of seed.
He made her face him and his eyes shifted. Gone were the slitted beast eyes and she found herself staring into the famed and deadly red eyes belonging to the Uchiha.
"Who's a good little kitty?" She smiled as he sat down on his chair pulling away from her. His god blessed rock solid as the instruments he made. And she pulled up on his lap, impaling herself once more, her tongue hanging out and her face as red as his hair. She was struggling to move until a slap on her rear helped her start once more. She started to bounce again, the afterglow of his cum trickling out of her gaping, flooded cunt.
"I am~"
"I knew you were lying."
"Shut it."
He giggled as lecherously as the day she'd first met him. Some odd fifty years ago. Even back then, before puberty took hold of their generation, he was a pervert. He viewed that as a slight and classified himself as a completely different entity.
A super pervert.
A god amongst men who thrived in all things perverse and all things women hated.
"I think I'm beginning to regret this."
"Woah, woah, woah, Princess." He shot up from the bed, his body still sturdy despite aging, and trying to calm her down. "I'll stop."
Tsunade Senju pulled up the sheets and covered her bosom, sitting back against the head of her bed. There was saké on the bedside and she poured a cup for Jiraiya. The bottle was hers. And with one slurp, she finished it all. It was good. He was good in bed, and alcohol after made it that much better.
"You know," The Toad Sage said finishing his fair share as he began to put on his smallclothes, "I always wondered what you'd look like after. It took me nearly fifty years to find out. Gotta be honest, you look way prettier than I thought you would."
"Zip it, perv," she shot him down despite the pink in her cheeks. This was a distraction. He was a distraction. To get away from all the headaches.
All of Team Seven was gone. First Sasuke left. Then Naruto died. Now Kakashi and Sakura were missing along with Sai and Temari. She'd sent Team Eight after them just in case, and to her surprise they came up shorthanded. Might Guy was depressed, both at the fact and his own shortcoming; she'd never recalled seeing the bowl-cut ninja so gloomy. On top of that, more bad news followed.
Sunagakure was lost. Quite literally. Team Eight had found dead border troops, but it was only after Might Guy felt the suspecting notion of no hostile presence or presence for that matter from Iwa's end. Tsunade had lived through three wars and she'd been hitting herself in the head since.
"You know," Jiraiya sat by her, "I said that to make you smile, not frown like you've been doing the whole day."
"As if I didn't figure that out by myself." She rubbed her forehead. "Just what the fuck is going on?"
"Wish I knew. The more I think about it, the less sense it makes." Her old teammate cranked his neck a bit. "How do you make a village disappear? Even my spies in Suna are gone. Last word I got from them was the Kazekage was kidnapped, and that his brother went to rescue him. Then nothing."
"Do you think it's God? He just decided he's tired of all the wars and bloodshed shinobi carry out, and now he's bringing the apocalypse on us." She asked and both of them chuckled.
"If God exists, Princess," he confessed with all his honesty, "I would really like to punch him in the face."
"The Mist." She thought more clearly now. "I'm guessing that accident wasn't really an accident."
"No, it was not." He rubbed his chin in thought. "Assuming that both Kiri and Suna were attacked by the same group, we can assume that they have a different bunch of Kekkei Genkai users."
"Kekkei Genkai." Kumogakure came to mind. They'd always been thirsty for several bloodlines. She was sure they'd taken in tons of refugee belonging to clans from the fallout of Kiri. "Strong Kekkei Genkai holders if they're willing to go after villages. Let's not leave out the possibility of Kekkei Tōta users."
"And not just that, in great numbers too." Jiraiya looked more serious now. The same as he did during the time they would be deep in enemy territory. "Whoever they are, they've been doing this for quite a while. Minor shinobi villages were starting to be wiped out almost three years ago."
"That group you like to stalk," she said and Jiraiya looked appalled at what she call his process, "You don't think they're behind it, do you?"
"Hard to say. The Akatsuki are mercenaries at the end of the day, but to destroy entire villages? Not their MO, even if they have heavy hitters." Jiraiya moved on from her. Putting all his clothes on. He sighed. "You know, I really hate prophecies."
"What does that have to do with anything?"
He put on his headgear and used some chakra dye to mark his face. It reminded her of her granduncle sometimes. He too would do it in a similar manner. "Before I met any of my students, the Great Toad Sage told me I'd be training a shinobi. A shinobi whose mystical eyes would be blessed by fate. The Child of Prophecy would bring peace to the world or he would bring about its ruin. Every single person I was a mentor to died. Nagato, Minato, Naruto. All of them had the potential to become a shinobi far greater than I could ever dream to be, but all of them died. I couldn't even be there to protect them. Nagato and Minato. I can sleep at night knowing they died doing what they perceived as their duty. Naruto…all I taught him was the Rasengan. I should've taught him more. That blame falls squarely on me."
"That's not your fault." Tsunade had heard him speak of his students before. Each time he looked less of the man he was, and a hollow shell. She couldn't afford to see him like this right now. The Senju needed support. Now more than ever. "You weren't there when it happened."
"That's the thing, Princess," he sat down near her once more, holding her hands with his. "I think if I was somehow there for them…any one of them would've been that Child of Prophecy. They would've brought peace to these lands. No, don't call me an optimistic fool. You didn't know them like I did. I saw something in them that I could never be. Power. Compassion. Empathy. And Naruto, that boy. So stupid, so dumb and so…pure. After he died, the Great Toad Sage summoned me again. A new prophecy emerged. He dreamt of a boy with blue eyes filled with mischief. They grew dark as he cried, eventually blood fell from them and all he saw was red. I wasn't just there for him. I let him die. Me. A sleazy old pervert who writes smut so he can pass life by. Looking back, my life has been nothing but failures. I failed to protect my teacher. And I failed thrice at protecting my students."
Oh no. He was miserable. Sighing, she pulled his head against her bare chest. She could tell he was surprised. Blushing a bit at how soft she'd gotten towards him, she spoke. "You didn't fail at everything, you idiot. I finally stopped rejecting you. Didn't I?"
All she got in the form of an answer was a squeeze.
After making sure she gave him a new concussion, Tsunade cleaned herself up well and was back to the mundane and bleak office of the Hokage. Shifting through her paperwork, Tsunade was hoping that anytime soon, her worst fears would be undone and whatever was left of Team Seven would be back. It didn't matter how injured they would be. If a person was clinging on to life, she could fix them. This was her gift.
A knock on the door alerted her and she beckoned for them to enter.
Danzo Shimura had aged quite a bit in the last few years. His grey hairs were finally showing and he looked paler nowadays. Surprisingly though, he was cooperative and kept feeding her useful information one after the other. The War Hawk also personally lent men from his unit to assist her ANBU in missions that would've gone less smoother without his manpower and intel. She began to understand just why her teacher kept someone like him around for so long. War, waged to gain leverage in the long run, can help the economy, she remembered reading in one of Tobirama's journals.
"Danzo."
"Lady Hokage." He nodded before taking a seat, bringing out a scroll as usual from the innards of his robes. "I bring upsetting news."
"Why can't you ever bring me good news?" She asked him, already taking out the bottle.
"I have brought you successful news of our missions before," the one eyed man said, "I'm not sure why you would make such a statement."
"It was a joke. Please, learn to jest every now and then."
"Your grandfather used to jape." Danzo looked at the picture of Hashirama Senju, before focusing on Tobirama. "His brother hated it."
"And you were a huge fan of his." Bracing herself, she just wanted to get this over with. "What news have you got for me?" Before he could speak, someone else came through the door. Jiraiya. With Konohamaru. Sarutobi sensei's brat would often pest the Sannin for lessons, always looking to learn something new so he could become a ninja as good as his 'boss' was.
"Tsunade, if you don't tell this kid to leave me alone, I swear to God I will murder him."
"Please, as if someone like you could even catch me." Young and brash Konohamaru Sarutobi slammed his hands on the Hokage's table. "Oi, granny, give me a high ranking mission. I can do it."
"You can kill him, Jiraiya." Tsunade's eyebrow twitched at how well the boy emulated Naruto. Specifically, his annoying side. "I'll take care of the body."
"Hey, hey, hey," the brown haired boy grew nervous and crossed his hands, "Timeout. No killing the next generation."
"Or we could hand him over to Lord Danzo here," Jiraiya joked tapping the shoulder of said man. He was not amused. However, that caught the attention of the Sarutobi heir.
"Hey, I've seen you before." The boy took a very close look at him. Inspecting him from all angles.
"I believe we met when I used to visit your grandfather."
Konohamaru snapped his fingers with dawning realization. "Yeah, that's right. You guys used to trade those Icha Icha books."
Tsunade didn't even hold back and started laughing. Jiraiya didn't stop himself either. Shizune looked like a fish out of water and Konohamaru kept nodding his head. As for Danzo, he simply stared at the boy before tapping his cane. Twice.
Jiraiya pushed the boy out of the office, throwing a scroll in the face as a reward for what he said and Tsunade activated the Privacy Seals in the room. They were still chortling.
"I can't believe it." Jiraiya took the other seat wiping off the tear from his eye. "You and Sarutobi sensei exchanging porn." He laughed once more.
"I have no recollection of the event in question." The fact that he said it in such a serious tone made it more hilarious. Finally they were slowing down and Danzo sighed. "If you two are quite done, I would like to leave after telling you what I've learned."
Tsunade breathed in and took a sip of water first. If Danzo brought bad news, it was something big. She might as well get a laugh before the inevitable grim happened. "Spill."
"Iwagakure has been destroyed."
No one said a word.
"How?"
"Would you believe if I told you my associates saw mountain sized boulders falling from the sky?"
"If that's your attempt at a joke for us laughing at your predicament," Jiraiya spoke on her behalf, "I'd say you need a better sense of humor."
"Sadly, all I speak is the truth."
"Shizune," she told her surrogate daughter, "send a messenger out."
"What for, Lady Tsunade?" Even the pig in her arms seemed tense.
Tsunade looked at both Danzo and Jiraiya. "Wartime regulations are to be effective immediately. Summon the clan heads, the jōnin commander, the chūnin chief and send word to the border patrols to expect reinforcements."
She was so tired of this shit.
"That's just a load of shit. What do you mean there's a pecking order?" Kurotsuchi had gotten into an argument with Mei Terumi once more.
"It's always been there," the would-be Mizukage told her, placing a hand over her bountiful covered chest, taunting the Ōnoki's granddaughter further, "You would know if you'd been around longer. New pussy pocket."
"Why you green eyed bi-"
"Hey!" Sakura took offense to that comment and she wasn't a fan of Mei either so it surprised him. "Don't lump me in with her. I'm better." That made more sense.
"Oh, look," Guren fixing her lipstick staring at her through the mirror, "Princess Bubblegum thinks she's above everyone with her flat chest."
"She's not flat chested." Fu, the champion of B cups, rose to the defense of her not-so well endowed sister in sexual depravity. "And stop body shaming."
"No one is body shaming," Hotaru said. "She was just teasing. Right, Guren?"
"She wasn't!" Temari almost barked. She was probably upset at being a size shorter than Guren. "And besides, it's not all about breasts."
"Ara, ara~" Shizuka stood proudly, with all her curves. "Everyone is so excited."
"Let's all calm down," Shion tried to be the voice of reason among them. "We're all sisters here."
"Sisters don't tongue each other in the ass." Karin said before suddenly going behind the former priestess and groping her breasts eliciting a moan from her. She licked the blonde's cheek. "Now come here and lick mine."
In the middle of it all, Naruto Uzumaki sat and found their banter funny. Sure most of them were here by his choice, but he let them retain their personalities. It was the least he could do. It was funny how things worked out.
He seduced women with three options. Firstly and his most powerful option, his charm. Naruto Uzumaki liked to think he was good enough for every female in the world. If that didn't work out, he had alternatives; Mangekyō Sharingan: Lustful Coercion which mentally attacked every brainwave in a manner similar to the Infinite Tsukuyomi's effect, only instead of having perfect dreams they'd see their dream object in him. Complete obedience. Lastly, he had the Amorous Palm where he would 'infect' a person with his chakra making releasing a powerful aphrodisiac in their body which overtook their senses. The loyalty got ensured when he fucked them thoroughly to the point where their very brains would be affected by the passion.
Stepping out of the giant bedroom in the middle of his palace. Naruto walked past the sentient guards, modifications of the powers he inherited from absorbing Moryo, and sat under the giant white cherry blossom tree as spring reigned supreme. He felt a tug on his neck and before him appeared the silhouette of Danzo, or more specifically, Metsu who was masquerading as him who he affectionately titled, Manzo.
"Supreme Pussy Killer and Daddy of All Babes." He greeted him in the proper way and Naruto laughed at how seriously all the Metsu took some of his stupid orders. Then again, dumb stuff like this was why he managed to remain sane…kind of. "I did as you asked. Tsunade reacted as you predicted."
"War, huh."
"Yes."
"What is it good for?"
"Absolutely nothing."
"Ah…That you're right about." He told one of his children. Sure, they weren't his flesh and blood, but he would absolutely murder anyone who dared to harm a hair on any one of his kids. And then murder their entire family. Hell, their entire city. "Keep up the good work, Manzo."
"I shall. One more thing, Daddy." Manzo beckoned him to stay. "I tried to make them leave, but it seems the options I'm left with are…unsavory."
"They're stubborn, aren't they?" Naruto asked, chuckling a bit. "Don't worry about them. I'll take care of them."
"You mean to come to the Leaf?"
"I've been there several times." Naruto reminded Manzo and frowned. "The security is shit in the village."
"Indeed. Permission to speak freely, Daddy?"
"I'll allow it."
"How did your village survive an invasion?"
"We got lucky." Naruto ended the conversation there feeling a bit insulted at how Manzo berated the time he helped fend off a pseudo Bijū. Stupid kids thinking they're smarter than the ones who brought them into the world. HoW dId YoUr ViLlAgE sUrViVe? No thanks to you, you little shit. They were getting cheekier even if they did not know it, despite their unquestionable loyalty.
"You seem upset." Soft spoken and well-behaved, a woman approached him from the left. Her brown hair was tied in a bun, as she strutted forward in a white tank top which fit around her moderate breasts showing off her midriff, and high-waist grey yoga pants. Her brown eyes were inspecting him inquisitively. Out of all the girls here, she was the only one who hadn't been yet subjected to either of his lust inducing techniques. Granted Fu and Mei had already made their decision to be with him, but he needed to put a little guarantee seal on them given their nature.
Ameno on the other hand was the freest one here. Free as him, and she stayed here by her choice. Well, it was the only option she had. Out of all the people who were hit with Sandworm Jin, the former medic nin of Sunagakure was the only one who survived. Barely, but she did pull off the feat by continuously lacing her body with healing chakra. So, Naruto decided to pull off an experiment with her. He wanted to see how she'd react to someone like him.
So he healed her, fed her and told her the truth.
All of it. To a stranger he'd never met or heard of before, but someone who'd seen what he could do.
"I'm not upset." Naruto closed his eyes and crossed his arms.
"I feel as if you're dodging." She sat down beside him and honestly, he had to admire the balls on this woman.
"Manzo."
"Manzo?"
"The Metsu who's pretending to be Danzo."
"Who is Danzo?"
"What do they teach you in Suna?" Naruto created a clone to resemble the former War Hawk. "That is Danzo Shimura. Had his own little black op unit specifically for sabotaging other villages and making sure no one else gets the drop on Konoha. Clone, do your best Danzo impression."
"Very well," he tapped his cane, "What's the deal with other villages? Do they not realize it was Konoha which was the first hidden village? Giving the savage tribes a model of modern society? Did they forget that Lord First gifted them with Shukaku the Sand Spirit? Perhaps a gentle reminder every now and then should make them remember the seeds of joy they reap their fruits from. Something similar to how we took away contracts from Suna by coercing the Wind Daimyo to hire our shinobi at a lower price and causing a little famine to hit their village. I still think poisoning their water system twenty years ago was one of the shrewder moves Hiruzen and I agreed to. I'm sure Lord Second would approve."
After he popped out of existence. Ameno stared at him and rubbed her head. "I saw a lot of people die because of that when I was a child. It was why I developed my Water Release to this extent. You'll have to excuse me if I find that Danzo…despicable."
"If it helps," Naruto told her, "I made sure he had a slow painful death."
"How?"
"Hellhound." Naruto said proudly. "The goodest boy in all the lands. Ate him alive. You should've been there."
"I would've questioned your sanity, Naruto Uzumaki," Ameno said in an exasperated manner, "but given everything you told me you went through, I understand. You're wrong. Horribly wrong, but I understand. Every single thing you told me so far has been true. Or at least it feels true, given all the other crazy stuff I've seen you do."
"Hmm." He leaned in close to her face, and despite her feeling a bit nervous, she didn't move away as most would do. "You know, Ameno, I don't completely understand you."
"Which parts?" She asked.
"This. You know what sort of a monster I am. You've seen what I did and more importantly, you know what I'm about to do." Naruto placed his hands on the back of his head. "And yet, here you are. Sitting before me, unafraid. I didn't even use any of my techniques to subvert your thoughts. Why are you still here?"
"To be honest with you," Ameno stared at the carpet they were both sitting on beneath the tree as she picked up a cherry blossom, "I don't have anywhere else to be. My parents died when I was young, leaving me to be raised by my aunt who never married. I grew up to be a medic nin to solely help people because we had a lack of quality Iryō-nin. And then…you took it all away. My dreams. My goals. My hopes to see a flourishing Suna. I survived your attack, and I was just as surprised as you, but you picked me up and healed me. Even waited for me to wake up. You didn't even let me gather my thoughts before revealing everything."
"Well excuse my terrible bedside manners," Naruto remarked snidely. "I was too busy putting your entire body back together."
"You were the reason I was in that condition in the first place."
"…touché."
"My point is," she looked him directly in the eye without fear or hesitation as she spoke freely, "I don't have a choice of a life outside of here. If I flee, you'll either hunt me down or if I do make it out of wherever we are right now-"
"Land of Whirlpools."
"I thought that place was destroyed."
"It was," Naruto stood up and spread his arms pointing to everywhere around him, "A monument of destruction brought about by shinobi. I rebuilt this place from the ground up with a high level genjutsu on the borders. Anyone who enters without my permission will die."
"Moving on," Ameno stole his damn thunder, but he let her continue, feeling her getting frustrated for the first time since she got here. "Even if I make it out of here, somehow, who would believe me? Kiri, Suna and Iwa are destroyed by your hands. I would be tortured and forced to make a confession they want to hear instead of the truth. No one in their right mind would believe that some Uzumaki hundreds of years from the future decided to throw his consciousness, chakra, spirit and mind back in time after murdering an entire race of gods, who for some reason are anomalies in existence and cannot live in the past if they are severed from the chakra source at any point in their lives, and he's doing all this to make things better from his point of view. They'll treat me more specially when they learn, he plans to-"
"Uh, uh, uh," he placed a finger on her lips and she didn't even flinch. "Spoiler alert. Say it after I do what I plan to do."
She sighed in a defeated manner. "You get my point."
"I do." There was nothing she could do to win. All her roads led to him.
"Then I want to ask you something," Ameno had conviction in her eyes. "Why do all that to the women? Just what do you get out of it?"
"Honestly, I just love women." Naruto told it in the frankest way he knew. "Being without people for hundreds of years, looking over your shoulder for an Ōtsutsuki looking to take over your body and finally returning with a somewhat snapped mind, makes you want to do things that aren't…normal."
"I see, but are you really happy with that?"
"With what?"
"With your slaves."
"Careful, Ameno," Naruto warned her with a small smile. "I like you, but careful."
"Your…friends."
"There we go."
"Don't you think they deserve their freedom?" Ameno's questions were not ending any time soon from what he was gauging. "Don't you think if you really love them you should set them free? I'm sure they'd love you if you gave them that chance."
"Oh, you silly girl," Naruto squatted down to her level, "Is that what you really think? That they'll accept me for who I am? Knowing what I did? Out of love? No. No, that's wishful thinking. What I'm doing, is giving them a way out. They never have to worry about aging, they never have to worry about being struck down in battle, whatever they want they'll get. All I want in return in is their unconditional, unquestionable love. So that I never have to sit around and be alone again."
Ameno's hand reached for his cheek and she rubbed it. She looked at him in a sad manner. "You're afraid."
"Excuse you? Did you miss the part where I can destroy literally anything in my way?"
"Not that. You're afraid of being alone." Naruto frowned, swatting her hand off. His Eternal Mangekyō came to life. "Go on. No one is going to stop you, but you know I'm right. You're doing all this for you. That peace you want to bring is just a byproduct compared to what you really want."
He growled a bit before walking away. Maybe letting the woman keep her free will was a mistake. How dare she talk down to him? HIM?! He was the reason she was alive! She should've been groveling at his feet for sparing her and keeping her well fed.
"Calm down, Naruto. Calm down." He soon found himself alone in a room away from everyone. He wasn't sure how long he'd been here, but he had dozed off in the process only waking up when there was a knock at his door. "Who is it?"
"Are you still angry?" It was Ameno.
"I'm not angry." He said angrily.
"You don't sound like it."
Sighing he opened the door and faced the brunette. "I'm not angry. You happy?"
"I'm sorry if I sounded rude," she bowed her head a bit. "I just told you what I thought."
"I know." He sighed, a bit of his anger dissipating. "It's just…ugh. I haven't had anyone disagreeing with me in a long time. Well, not anyone whose head I didn't want to separate from their shoulders."
"Are you going to do that to me?" She asked.
"Not if you want me to."
"I like my head where it is."
"Me too." This was just awkward. "I'm going to grab dinner. Do you want some?"
"It's 2 in the night."
"Midnight snack. Come on."
"Are you sure you're not angry?" Ameno asked again.
"I was a little ticked off by what you labeled me, but no. I'm not angry." The nap helped. He would never admit it.
"Why did you save me?" Ameno asked him.
"It was an experiment. You're not that special."
"I'm not sure I agree with that."
"Oh really, what makes you special?"
"Hmm," she pondered in thought before she answered him. "I'm the only friend Naruto Uzumaki has right now."
That stopped him in his tracks. What kind of Stockholm syndrome was this woman suffering from? "Friend? I destroyed your village, killed all your comrades, took away whatever chance at a normal kunoichi life you could've had and you think I'm your friend? Ameno, between the two of us, I'm supposed to be the insane one."
"I have no one to go to, nowhere to call home, and no goals. You offered me food and shelter while telling me all your utterly insane plans as you brought me back from nearly dying. But," she said with a small smile, "you haven't brainwashed me. Or you did, but you did it in a way I think I'm not brainwashed. Then again you have no reason not to. It's all very confusing. You're a terrible person, a horrible person, but I'm stuck with you and for all the things you've done, you've been painfully honest with me. And I'd like to think, the person my Kazekage used to praise endlessly is still in there somewhere. Just…with a lot of issues now."
He laughed loudly as he stared at the young woman. "You're just as insane as me, you know?"
"I don't think I am."
"Learn to take a joke," he said as they entered the dining hallway where the rest of his girls where. Oh they were glaring daggers at Ameno. "After all, we are friends." Oh, he smelled jealousy in the air. That and pork ramen.
And done. That was painfully long to write, but I enjoyed it. I hope you wank pheasants will appreciate what your one and only Le Wanker, King of Wankety Wanks, chose to put out for you. Now excuse me as I will be royally fucking off.
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