City of Towers [Naruto FIC]
Author's Note: I won't go into much detail with these stories, but for this one my inspiration came from Togainu (Is that spelled right? o.o) no Chi (: I loved the whole idea of fighting within the city tainted with drugs and killings and all that dark jazz. This story will have its light moments and its dark moments. Either every other chapter will be a log, just chapter one/prologue being a log, or sporadic logs. Or maybe a mixture... I don't know. If you're logged in, leave comments. If not then just vote for this story on my poll!
Rating: Most likely M for coarse language, violence, blood, and yaoi.
Pairing: SasuNaru and others.
Game One-Rules: You’re Going to Die.
When we started this game, all we were looking for was the thrill-a rush. Nothing more and nothing less. We weren’t concerned that we had somehow managed to cheat Death five times. We didn’t care that our actions had somehow spiraled into something… more. A game that could literally chain us up right with Death’s scythe in hand.
We were bored
We were naïve.
We were kids.
A terrible combination.
Everyone contributed. Neji hooked us up with our playing field-an abandoned city on the outskirts of our village. Its original name was Quarantine Zone.
“That’s a shitty name,” I said.
“Then change it,” Neji fired back.
And I did. The City of Towers-that’s what I called it. The name stuck.
Gaara came up with the rules. Winner becomes King. Losers are his subjects. The rules were simple. We fight in a controlled environment using a system Shikamaru created by himself-I’ll explain that later. We can use weapons, the only exception being we can’t use guns. There was a safe ground, the middle of the city where the broken statue that was once a symbol to the fallen city stood. Later on, though, when our game became worldwide, the safe ground had to be made larger and expended to the downtown district of the city. We fought. Blood was shed. We nearly died once or twice. It was like our brotherhood, our camaraderie we shared, was nonexistent. Banished. We fought for the crown, the title, the glory. Our bloodlust peaked. And, more then once, I thought I was going to lose myself to the beast inside of me… But, I’m not getting into that until later.
Now onto Shikamaru. He created the environment; everything. From the synthetic air we breathe, to the environment changes like the seasons and how difficult or simple the terrain we battle on is. He is the eyes, the ears, the mouth, and the body of the city. Some people had the gall to call him God with the way he knows everything. Shikamaru would shrug them off. He knew he was nowhere near being God.
Then there was Kiba. The insane bastard was the one who suggested you have to kill at least one person in the game.
“Come on, dude. You can’t expect people to follow you as King if you haven’t killed one person.”
We all looked at him as if he were psycho-and he was. The game changed him-it changed us all. Sometimes in a bad way, and sometimes in a terrible way.
We never added that rule, but Kiba somehow managed to find a loophole.
“Kiba…” I looked at the horrible disfigured body on the ground. Twisted limbs and strewn out guts. I poked the body with my foot. “You killed him.”
Kiba looked offended. “Please, I found him like this. Natural causes happen all the time.” They don’t, not in Shikamaru’s world, but we did nothing to stop him. And that’s one of the many things I regret.
I guess I should get to the part focusing on my input of the game in this log… I’m telling you it’s not a good story. What I’m about to tell you… is real. The people in this log who you’ll come across were real and are still living, dead, or wishing to be dead. The world we created was Hell on earth, and we were just the souls thrown in there for judgment.
I’ll begin my story in the next chapter. A tale about a blonde, a group of friends, and one annoying raven.
Rating: Most likely M for coarse language, violence, blood, and yaoi.
Pairing: SasuNaru and others.
Game One-Rules: You’re Going to Die.
When we started this game, all we were looking for was the thrill-a rush. Nothing more and nothing less. We weren’t concerned that we had somehow managed to cheat Death five times. We didn’t care that our actions had somehow spiraled into something… more. A game that could literally chain us up right with Death’s scythe in hand.
We were bored
We were naïve.
We were kids.
A terrible combination.
Everyone contributed. Neji hooked us up with our playing field-an abandoned city on the outskirts of our village. Its original name was Quarantine Zone.
“That’s a shitty name,” I said.
“Then change it,” Neji fired back.
And I did. The City of Towers-that’s what I called it. The name stuck.
Gaara came up with the rules. Winner becomes King. Losers are his subjects. The rules were simple. We fight in a controlled environment using a system Shikamaru created by himself-I’ll explain that later. We can use weapons, the only exception being we can’t use guns. There was a safe ground, the middle of the city where the broken statue that was once a symbol to the fallen city stood. Later on, though, when our game became worldwide, the safe ground had to be made larger and expended to the downtown district of the city. We fought. Blood was shed. We nearly died once or twice. It was like our brotherhood, our camaraderie we shared, was nonexistent. Banished. We fought for the crown, the title, the glory. Our bloodlust peaked. And, more then once, I thought I was going to lose myself to the beast inside of me… But, I’m not getting into that until later.
Now onto Shikamaru. He created the environment; everything. From the synthetic air we breathe, to the environment changes like the seasons and how difficult or simple the terrain we battle on is. He is the eyes, the ears, the mouth, and the body of the city. Some people had the gall to call him God with the way he knows everything. Shikamaru would shrug them off. He knew he was nowhere near being God.
Then there was Kiba. The insane bastard was the one who suggested you have to kill at least one person in the game.
“Come on, dude. You can’t expect people to follow you as King if you haven’t killed one person.”
We all looked at him as if he were psycho-and he was. The game changed him-it changed us all. Sometimes in a bad way, and sometimes in a terrible way.
We never added that rule, but Kiba somehow managed to find a loophole.
“Kiba…” I looked at the horrible disfigured body on the ground. Twisted limbs and strewn out guts. I poked the body with my foot. “You killed him.”
Kiba looked offended. “Please, I found him like this. Natural causes happen all the time.” They don’t, not in Shikamaru’s world, but we did nothing to stop him. And that’s one of the many things I regret.
I guess I should get to the part focusing on my input of the game in this log… I’m telling you it’s not a good story. What I’m about to tell you… is real. The people in this log who you’ll come across were real and are still living, dead, or wishing to be dead. The world we created was Hell on earth, and we were just the souls thrown in there for judgment.
I’ll begin my story in the next chapter. A tale about a blonde, a group of friends, and one annoying raven.