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Resonation	By : JudgeNemo Category: Naruto > General Views: 4491 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Four shadows moved silently through the forest, darting from branch to branch faster than the untrained eye could follow as dusk fell across the land. The figures came to a halt at the top of a cliff overlooking a large compound, staring down at their destination, two smirking and two with impassive expressions.
The four wore identical clothing for the most part: a tan tunic with a pure white version of the yin-yang symbol emblazoned on it and a thick, purple rope belt tied in a large knot behind their backs, along with tight black shorts, undershirts, shinobi sandals and wristbands with bandages wrapped around their legs from just below their knees to their ankles.
The two smirking figures had the most peculiar appearances out of the bunch. The first was a boy who had dark grey hair that covered his right eye. He wore greenish blue lipstick and brown eyeliner and a red beaded necklace. However, what stood out about his appearance was that he seemed to have a second head growing out of the back of his neck, tilted downwards and smirking as well.
The other was a boy with brown skin and black hair tied in a spiky ponytail and matching eyes. He was the only one wearing the forehead protector of their village: Otogakure, the village hidden by sound. What stood out about him was that he had six arms, the front two of which were folded over his chest while the other four hung loosely behind him.
The remaining two were fairly ordinary compared to their companions. The first was a large, orange haired boy who towered over his teammates. His hair was parted into three tufts, two on the sides of his head and one of which was arranged like a Mohawk.

The final and sole female member of the group had long, untamed red hair and brown eyes and wore a black hat with bandaged sides. The tunic of her uniform hung loosely over her body, mostly hiding her feminine curves, although it wasn’t loose enough to conceal her sizeable breasts.
The grey haired boy, Sakon, gave a low chuckle as the group examined the compound, seeing a few guards walk around within its walls. “Looks like they added quite a few guards since the last time we visited.”
“Obviously,” the female, Tayuya, said bluntly. “No doubt he’s hired some trash from another village, too.”
The large male, Jirobo, snorted. “As if that’ll save him, he should have known better, betraying Orochimaru-sama… you might as well sign your own death warrant.”
The multi-armed boy, Kidomaru, gave a short laugh. “So, what strategy will we use this time? The usual?” he asked.
Sakon’s smirk widened as he thought of the battle to come. “I suppose. So, shall we begin?”

A single guard did his rounds through the compound. As he stopped at a corner, he gazed up at the moon, night having almost completely fallen. It looked like another boring day was coming to a close. Time seemed to pass so slowly on days like this, walking the same paths night after night, nothing changing. He supposed he couldn’t complain. After all, the pay was good and they typically didn’t have to worry about anything worse than an ambitious bandit raid.
Still, there was an unusual tenseness among the guards. A few weeks ago, their lord had told them to be on their guard and recently, four ninja from Amegakure had been hired to help defend the mansion. Anyone with any sense could tell that their employer was expecting something.
With a sigh, his eyes fell back to the walkway and he continued his rounds. His head jerked up as he heard muffled sounds around the corner. Suddenly fully alert, he raised his weapon and slowly approached the source of the sound. When he rounded a nearby corner, he stumbled backwards, shocked at the sight before him.
One of his fellow guards was wrapped up in what appeared to be a large spider web, his body fully encased within the threads, almost completely muting his cries for help. “What… what the hell?” Due to the shock of this sight and the skill of the shinobi stalking him, he never noticed the presence approaching him until an arm suddenly wrapped itself around his neck from behind and a hand covered his mouth, cutting him off from raising the alarm.
So much for ‘just another boring day’.

Tayuya peered through a window of the mansion, scrutinizing the room for any traps. The group had split up after dealing the outer guards on one side of the compound. Dispatching them silently had been easy enough; they were basically just armed civilians, skilled with their weapons, but no match for a shinobi.
The redhead entered through the window, taking care to disable the traps before silently moving through the room and stopping at the door. She closed her eyes, focusing her chakra to her ears and using the enhanced sense of hearing all ninja from Oto were trained to have to make certain there was no one on the other side before opening the door and silently making her way through the mansions inner hallway and to the stairs.
Her eyes narrowed as the sounds of battle reached her ears. All was going according to plan. Most, if not all of the ninja who were hired to protect the lord of the castle were now engaging her teammates. Stalking through the compound, she soon heard voices down the hall.
“So they’ve finally come.” A masculine voice could be heard by Tayuya’s trained ears. She recognized the voice as the owner of the castle: a minor lord of the Land of Fangs who had been a part of Orochimaru’s information network. The noble had been tempted by the promise of greater wealth from some of Orochimaru’s old associates. “I knew Orochimaru wouldn’t take long to find out. You and your group had better be as good as that Pain character said you were.”
“Relax, my lord.” Another voice spoke. “From what I’ve been told, it’s just a couple of kids. I’m sure they’ll be no trouble at all.”
Tayuya’s eyebrow twitched. She hated being looked down upon, whether it was because of her age or gender. ‘Just a bunch of kids, huh? You’re about to find out where that line of thinking will get you, shithead.’ Tuning their conversation out, she gauged the locations of her teammates battles before ducking back out, moving to the most opportune place to catch their quarry and his defenders in her melody.
Finding the opportune place on one of the outer hallways of the castle, she reached into her pouch and pulled out her flute. With a small, brief smile, she gazed at this, one of her few possessions that really mattered to her for a short moment before bringing it to her lips. Taking a deep breath, she began to play the last thing her enemies would hear. The melody of death that she worked on for so long, ‘Demonic Flute: Phantom Sound Chains!’
Everyone halted immediately as the beginning of the melody, a long piercing tone, rang out through the castle grounds. The oto ninja smirked, believing it was about time that their little game came to an end, while the others rapidly turned their heads from side to side, trying to detect the source of the sound.
Tayuya, her chakra flowing through the sound waves produced by her flute, was quickly able to discern her allies from her enemies as she channeled her chakra into the defending ninja and the lord of the castle.
Her victims looked on shock as the world around them melted away and each found themselves in their own, desolate landscape countless strings appearing from the blood colored sky and wrapping around their limbs, forcing them onto their knees and pulling their arms away from their bodies. The ninja quickly attempted to release the illusion, but the constant sound waves ensured their efforts were in vain. They struggled, to free themselves from the strings and to break the illusion, but all was for naught. Suddenly, they were overcome by hellish pain. Terror was evident in their features as all their eyes bolted to the source of their pain to discover that their flesh was melting from their bones.
In the real world, the four defending ninja and their master were down on their knees in the same positions they were in their own little nightmare worlds. Their arms extended as if the strings were truly restraining them and their heads bowed as if in penance.
Silence fell across the compound as their mission came to an end. While her teammates dispatched the incapacitated ninja with ruthless efficiency, Kidomaru commenting on ‘scoring’ the most since he was able to use his golden spider threads, hardened to a metallic state, to finish both his own and Jirobo’s target and said teen complaining about not being able to take his opponent’s chakra, Tayuya calmly made her way to their target. Having borrowed a kunai from her teammates, as she usually only carried her flute with her, she put her flute away and pulled the weapon out before entering the room where their target waited. Moments later, blood sprayed on the walls.

The Sound Four leapt from branch to branch, traveling back to Oto at a leisurely pace, for ninja anyway.
“You sure took your sweet time back there, Tayuya.” Jirobo complained, turning his head and looking at her out of the corner of his eye.
“You’re one to talk, fatass!” Tayuya shot back in an annoyed tone. “You’re the fucker who’s always slowing us down because you’re hungry all the time.”
“I wish you would curb that foul mouth of yours. You know, that’s probably why you’ve never had a boyfriend.” Jirobo replied. “I bet that’s why we never do jobs like this the easy way, you couldn’t even act like a normal girl for the sake of a seduction job.”
“Go to hell, limp dick.” The redhead growled. Though one of the reasons that she never did such a mission was that she wasn’t the type to act girly and dainty like those jobs required, she had other reasons for never doing such missions. Reasons she’d never share with her teammates.
‘‘Teammates’… ha.’ She thought bitterly to herself. Their feelings towards each other ranged from uncaring to distaste. The only reason they worked together was because Orochimaru ordered them to, being the most skilled ninja of their generation in the village… and only a fool would disobey an order from Orochimaru, lest they end up either dead or one of his many test subjects.
She suppressed a shudder at that. The worst they had to deal with was taking blood samples, thanks to their positions. They worked well together … but only because they’d knew each other’s strengths and weakness and had been trained to work together and use collaborative techniques. There was no camaraderie or bonds between them.
“Hey, calm down.” Sakon spoke with a slightly amused tone. “Come now, it wouldn’t have been any fun if things were that easy?”
“It wasn’t exactly entertaining.” Kidomaru commented. “The game becomes trivial when one side holds all the cards.”
“Perhaps,” Sakon allowed. “Either way, the job is finished, now let’s speed up. We don’t want to keep our master waiting.” On that note, they accelerated their pace. Their master had little patience for those who didn’t pique his interest, and he wasn’t exactly known for his benevolence or mercy to those who disappointed him in any way.

The four teens were down on one knee, kneeling before a figure sitting on a throne, slouching to the side and resting his head on the back of his hand. The figure was tall and possessed bone white skin, yellow, snakelike eyes and long black hair. He wore something similar to what his subordinates did, but his tunic lacked the blank yin-yang symbol and he wore pants as opposed to shorts, along with silver, tomoe shaped earrings. This was Orochimaru, the creator of Otogakure and one of the most infamous criminals in all the nations.
Resting his head on his knuckles, the snake-like man chuckled. A sinister sound that would send chills down the spines of ordinary people. “I wouldn’t have expected anything less of you. Good work. I have nothing else for you at the moment, so I suppose you can rest.”
The four stepped outside the office and Tayuya departed without a word, glad to be away from their serpentine master. The redhead could hear Kidomaru and Sakon talking behind her, while she assumed that Jirobo left as she did. She and the larger teen did share one thing, unlike their teammates, they didn’t particularly enjoy taking lives. Fighting? Yes. Winning? Definitely. Completing a job? Sure. But, although Jirobo did have something of a sadistic streak, killing? Not so much.
The sound kunoichi navigated the halls of their underground base. Unlike other hidden villages, Oto was a collection of bases spread across the nations, as opposed to a single location. Soon, she reached her own private room. Opening the door, she stepped inside.
It was a fairly spacious room, though there was little in the way of personal belongings or customization. But that was hardly surprising, given that they usually moved on a weekly basis. Orochimaru was paranoid, and for good reason given who his old associates were and how he had separated from them, though, to prepare for an invasion their master was planning, they’d be staying there for a few months.
The room had a couch in the center of the room across from the door with a small table before it, a desk with a mirror and a chair on the wall, a full bed with a nightstand and a private bathroom. There was no paint on the walls, which were instead made out of red colored stone.
Closing and locking the door behind her, Tayuya walked to the couch and plopped down on it with a sigh. She stretched, her back cracking a few times as she bent in an arch, before relaxing, sitting with her legs apart as she leaned her head back and closed her eyes. Now she began to contemplate how she would spend her day.
There really wasn’t much to do in Oto, unless of course you had scientific leanings and aided Orochimaru in his experiments, and Tayuya wanted to be as far away from that as possible. She could always play her flute, but she thought she’d save that for later. Yes, it was best to play a song while under the moonlight.
As she sat, her face twisted as her mind registered the feeling of dirt almost weighing down on her skin, though fortunately there was no smell. She wasn’t in any way what one would call girly, but she didn’t like being sweaty and grimy, and seeing as she’d spent all her time traveling through the forests with three boys, she hadn’t had an opportunity to bathe for the entirety of her mission.
Her course of action decided, the redhead removed her sandals before standing and walking toward her bed. She placed her flute on the nightstand, and then headed towards the bathroom, taking her hat off and throwing it onto her bed before running her hand through her hair as she stepped inside. Once there, she unwrapped that ridiculous rope that their master made them wear and let it fall to the floor, before removing her tunic and letting it join it.
Now dressed only in her formfitting black shirt and shorts, her full figure was revealed. She had a slim waist and well proportioned hips in addition to her sizeable bust. She leaned against the sink, staring into the eyes of her reflection. After a few moments, she stepped back and walked to the bathtub, she turned the knob to the temperature she found ideal, letting the water heat up as she finished undressing.
The redhead stood up pulled her arms through her sleeves before raising her shirt over her head and tossing it into the corner, leaving her torso bare aside from her brown bra, which quickly joined the rest of her clothing on the floor.
Tayuya then reached down and unzipped her pants before hooking her fingers through the top of her shorts and pulling them down, revealing panties matching her bra. But there was something unusual that anyone would notice, hidden by seals on the inside of her shorts.
There was a rather large bulge in her panties. Reaching down, she ran her fingers along it. This was her biggest secret, and the real reason why she was completely unable to perform seduction missions, not that she’d want to anyway. The female member of the Sound Four was a hermaphrodite, or a futanari. Apparently, both sides of her reproductive systems were fully functional despite her lack of external balls, something she found slightly disquieting. She’d never found any appeal in males, but at the same time, she was decidedly female, despite her extra package, and the idea of impregnating another girl always seemed off to her, not that it mattered. She joined this village at a young age, and seeing as she didn’t trust anyone with her secrets, or with anything really, she’d likely never get the opportunity.
She pulled down her last article of clothing, revealing her already hard secret, 10 inches long and throbbing slightly to her heartbeat. Walking to the shower, she reached her hand in and tested the water. Satisfied, she stepped inside, letting the water wash over her body.
Once her entire body was saturated with the warm water, she allowed her hands to roam over her body, caressing her breasts with a contented sigh. She shifted her body, and moaned out when the droplets of water drummed on her length.
“Fuck, that feels good.” She moaned, her left hand returning to her breast as her right fell to her cock, which was quickly growing stiffer by the moment. She wrapped her hand around her vein-popped length, slowly running her hand up it before caressing the head, causing her to groan slightly. She was slightly disappointed that her dainty hand could not reach around the entire meat of her package, the slight gap between her thumb and fingers was a constant source of irritation because she could not completely engulf her member unless she used both hands. This, however, never did stop her from expelling her lust.
This was something else she’d been unable to do in the presence of her teammates. Futas like her had a heightened libido, and, to avoid the risk of giving her teammates any ammunition to use against her, she’d had to refrain from sating her desire for over a week.
Her extra organ pulsated in her hand, and she could feel her body heating up with anticipation. Her breathing quickened.
Without another moment’s hesitation, she grasped the base of her erection tightly and stroked it slowly, groaning as she massaged her breast before pinching her nipple lightly, feeling pleasure begin to flow through her body from the double assault.
Her breathing grew heavier by the moment, and before long, her stokes picked up the pace and she tightened her grip. She stumbled backward until her back pressed against the wall, leaning against it as she continued her ministrations, the water now reaching just above her knees.
Her left hand slid down her body, down to her crotch before reaching her lower lips. She released a loud moan as she penetrated herself with her index and middle finger, feminine fluids covering her fingers as her strokes becoming faster and her grip tightened around her pulsating length.
Leaning her head back, she closed her eyes as she panted heavily, feeling her orgasm, held up for over a week, begin to build inside her, the pent up seed gathering at the base of her pulsing cock as her body glistened with a combination of water and sweat, beads of the latter rolling down her face.
Unable to take it anymore, she spread her legs apart a little further and bent her knees to brace herself, let her left hand join her right, and began stroking for all she was worth, moaning from the sensations that spread out from her length through every nerve in her body. Briefly, she used her right hand to massage the head of her length, smearing her sticky, clear pre-cum on her palm before letting it rejoin her left.
Then, at last, she felt her body tense, the pressure in her loins reaching a breaking point as she approached her long awaited release. Her throbbing cock swelled and twitched in her hands. Her head fell forward and her eyes screwed shut, her teeth clenched as felt her end getting closer and closer.
“Aw, hell!” she roared, throwing her head back, her back arching as she finally felt herself reach her long awaited release. She felt her cum blast up her twitching length before the white, gooey liquid shot out of her and across the shower, nearly hitting the wall in a powerful spurt, followed by another and another, each the size of the average man’s entire load.
She grunted each time her shivering body convulsed and her cock expanded to allow another strand of her hot, thick jizz through until finally, after a dozen powerful blasts, each mingling with the water and disappearing into the drain. She sighed in relief, her body sagging as her orgasm tapered off, the last of her seed spurting weakly, then oozing from her softening cock.
She breathed heavily, her chest rising and falling as she came down from her high, still leaning against the wall. She righted herself with a contented sigh.
“Huhhh… Man, I needed that…” she stated before chuckling. After taking a moment to catch her breath, Tayuya reached for the soap.

An hour later, another kunoichi of the sound was walking through the forest outside the base. The girl had had very long black hair, almost reaching down to the ground, tied by a violet ribbon right near the end, and matching eyes. She wore a forehead protector, a pale green vest similar to a flak jacket, which, unlike a normal flak jacket, hugged her figure closely enough to show off her figure somewhat, along with snake patterned pants and scarf.
She had just finished training, which she preferred to do alone, outside the ‘village’. Orochimaru had selected her to form a part of the team he was planning to send to the upcoming Chunin Exams. He had hinted at some ulterior motives for this, but whatever it was, she would accomplish them. Disappointing Orochimaru was the last thing anyone in their right minds would want to do. Those who did typically wound up dead… or worse.
As she walked through the forest, a faint sound reached her ears. Perking up, she focused her chakra into her ears and identified the sound. Music? Someone was playing a flute, and quite well too.
Her interest piqued, the kunoichi began to follow the tune, slowly growing more and more captivated by it as she grew nearer the point of origin. The brunette enjoyed music, and it was so rare that you hear sound being used as anything other than a weapon in Oto, though she enjoyed that too, this wasn’t a treat she was going to pass up.
The melody itself was alluring. A dark, mysterious tune that seemed to carry the sentiments of the player within its notes. Hints of sorrow and loneliness, hidden within the mystifying air of the song.
Following the sound to its source, she came upon a clearing. Keeping to the shadows, she spied into the glade. Sitting on a rock at its center was a redheaded girl, playing a flute. Noting her attire, her eyes widened as she identified them as the garments worn by the Sound Four, Orochimaru’s elites. She’d never met them but heard a bit about them, and knew enough to identify her, seeing as there was only one female among the group.
She stood and listened to Tayuya play for a few moments, the song taking on a slightly brighter note, before she abruptly stopped. Kin quickly ducked behind a tree when Tayuya turned to face her, missing the heated glare the other kunoichi was giving her. “That wasn’t a recital you know.” Kin heard the redhead say acidly, her voice reverberating through the clearing. “You’ve got about five seconds to come out, or my melody will be the last thing you ever hear!”
Kin shivered slightly. Normally, she wasn’t one to be intimidated by anything, but this was one of Orochimaru’s elite. There was an enormous difference in rank and skill, and no telling if their master hadn’t rubbed off on her in anyway. “Sorry.” She said, quite uncharacteristically. “I just heard the music and couldn’t resist. You’re good. It must have taken a lot of hard work to learn to play that well.”
“Yeah, it did.” The redhead acknowledged, her tone harsh and her features expressionless, save for a slight, hostile fire in her eyes.
“I’m guessing you use that flute to cast sound based genjutsu?” It was an easy guess, considering her words, her skill with the instrument and the fact that many of the shinobi of Oto used sound waves as their weapon.
Tayuya nodded sharply. “The only weapon I ever need.”
Kin nodded, leaning back against a tree. “I know what you mean. I use the sound of bells to cause hallucinations and disorientate my opponents. Makes them easy prey.” She commented as she let her eyes roam the other kunoichi’s body.
Tayuya smirked. One of the things she enjoyed about the village. She didn’t know why, but using sound to defeat her opponents had always been especially appealing to her. Her teammates didn’t appreciate it like she did, most feeling it was too easy and too impersonal. Jirobo disagreed, being more pragmatic, but he was also the one she got along with the worst. “Tell me about it.” she replied.
Kin gave a grin of her own and placed a hand on her hip, more comfortable now. “You’re Tayuya right? Of the Sound Four?”
The redhead shrugged. “Yeah, what fucker wants to know?” she asked, her foul mouth reappearing in her slight defensiveness.
“Name’s Kin, Kin Tsuchi.” The brunette replied without having been offended. “So, what’s it like, being one of Orochimaru’s elites?”
The redhead shrugged. “It’s alright, I guess. It has its downsides, my teammates among them.”
Kin cocked her head to the side. “Are they that bad?”
Tayuya ticked them off on her fingers. “Two sadistic pricks, one of which looks at battle like an RTS game, and a lazy fatass who slows us down.”
Kin scoffed, thinking of the groups she’d been a part of during her time in the village. “Sounds like par for the course around here.”
Tayuya answered with a grunt before looking at her with slight curiosity. “What are you doing out here, anyway?”
Kin shrugged. “I wanted to train on my own out here, away from prying eyes inside the base, you know? Lord Orochimaru’s selected me for the Chunin Exams.”
Tayuya frowned slightly, knowing exactly what she was talking about. “Oh yeah, I heard about that.” Information about Orochimaru’s plans concerning the village hosting the exams, Konoha, were on a need to know basis, so she wouldn’t say anything about that. She wondered briefly if Kin had any idea that she and whatever team she became a part of, actually, all of them really, were just a pawns to Orochimaru. Some of his subordinates tended to believe he actually cared about or valued them. That particular delusion had been shattered long ago for her. She turned her gaze back to the moon as her mind raced in thought. She really didn’t have much to do, Kin used sound based genjutsu, a subject she enjoyed and Kin seemed alright, unlike most other sound ninja. After thinking for a moment, she turned back to her and spoke up. “… Want me to give you some pointers on training?”
Kin looked surprised to hear someone of her rank would be interested in helping her. She blinked twice. “You serious?”
Tayuya shrugged. “Not exactly a lot to do around here, and I happen to enjoy this subject.”
“If you mean it, then yes!” Kin answered, hoping she didn’t sound too desperate.
“How about… here? Tommorrow at 3?” Kin nodded, grinning slightly. Both the kunoichi felt things were about to get more interesting around their.
They had no idea.
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