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Title: Unholy Graveyard
Rating: NC-17 for stuff...and more stuff....:D
Warnings: lemon...and yaoi....
Pairings: SasuNaru, a bit of NejiNaru
Note: I know some of the characters may seem a bit...OOC, but I need them to be like that for the sake of the fic...*bows* my apologies beforehand.
It was brilliant. Completely brilliant.
Blood appeared in a silk-thin line, cutting lazily across his cheek as a branch whipped razor-sharp leaves across the pale skin.
Fifteen years. Fifteen years he had deceived the village, and not once did they ever suspect otherwise.
Gilded lids closed, protecting sapphire eyes from being pelted by the dust.
They hadn’t a clue. If it weren’t for the few dangerously close guesses at the true persona that lay under the façade, he suspected he’d almost die of mirth at how ridiculously oblivious the people could be.
The trees knelt for him, bowed their regal heads in his honor and paid homage to the shadow that leapt gracefully into the air, steel-shod eyes focused on one point and one point alone.
Lips twisted in a sickening smirk as he let his mind wander back to the days, the sad, sorry days when he acted the fool but rehearsed the genius.
An arm reeled back, and in a liquid, mercurial twist, flung through the target a white-hot ball of pure, blazing glory that shattered into a million shards of pain.
They didn’t accept it; they wouldn’t believe that one of their lowest could have suckered them all this time. But times changed with the winds, and the resulting maelstrom was imminent.
Charcoal eyes widened as the baleful moonshine ripped through skin and viscera. Unholy rubies spilled precious memories onto the ground, reflecting and magnifying the shadow’s sad smirk.
He was almost living anyway…
Glass smiles surrounded the body swathed in stark white sheets. The doctors waited, watching in anticipation, hardly daring to partake of a breath. It couldn’t be possible…this, this event that they had dreamed of all of their lives, how could it be happening at such an opportune moment? Cold, avid eyes were mesmerized with the flickering line on the monitor, captivated by the electric-green streak as it waltzed a dance of death across the black graph of life. For a moment, time stood still as the line stayed steady, traveling across the monitor like a calm, green horizon while a high, keening whine pierced the air…
With a great jolt, the line convulsed, peaking spastically at the top of the monitor before crashing down upon the graph. As one, the crowd of doctors surged backwards in horror as brilliant sapphire eyes snapped open and a body spasmed upwards with a great, bucking jolt.
Crystalline smiles slid off of mouths and splintered on the pristine, linoleum floor.
xXx-------xXx
“Naruto?”
He turned his head, searching for the warm, liquid voice that sent hotness oozing down his throat. His vision blurred and swam, obscuring the figure that stood by his bed. Chocolate-brown hair stirred as the figure bent over and gently smoothed down the edge of a coverlet.
“You’ve been asleep for almost five days. Unusual…there isn’t a scratch on your body…” the voice murmured in a rather bemused undertone.
Naruto sat up and yawned, stretching muscles and sinew as he rubbed his eyes. His senses flickered and he blinked; the room spun and settled, and a warm feeling waned to a gentle churning in his stomach as he slanted a gaze upon Iruka’s gentle smile. It was silly, he told himself, but every time Iruka smiled like that, it made him feel twelve years old all over again.
He opened his mouth to speak and cringed as what sounded like a cross between a retch and a cough expelled itself from his mouth. Iruka, lips quirked in a sympathetic smile, handed him a glass of water and watched while he drank, umber eyes swooping over the hardened muscles of the blonde’s body as they rippled and moved to the rhythm of his movements. He felt a painful tug at his heart; Naruto, once the immature, cocky little brat he had nurtured and loved, had grown into a magnificent masterpiece in such a short period of time.
“How’s Sasuke?” Naruto rasped, a pale hand going to his throat.
“He’s recovered…” Iruka had a strange, almost brooding expression etched on his features. “The doctors released him yesterday after they mended the hole in his chest. Tsunade-sama provided Neji and Lee as his bodyguards to make sure he doesn’t run away again, but other than that, he’s retired to his house.” Cornflower eyes dimmed, and Naruto turned his eyes to look out of the window.
“Oh really….” He muttered absently.
The people on the streets were unusually busy, he noticed. Everyone was walking at a light, brisk tempo, their arms full of boxes and bags. The blonde swung his legs over the bed and stood, wincing as his knees vociferously protested, then limped over to the smooth, marble sill. Iruka watched, gnawing on a lip as Naruto swept a gaze over the many buildings and edifices of the village. After a long, pregnant pause, Naruto turned, a questioning look on his features.
“What’s going on, Iruka-sensei?” There. The dreaded question, and he would have no choice but to answer honestly, because when it came to Naruto, that was all he could ever manage.
“Well…Konoha is celebrating…because Sasuke has returned.” Iruka said in a whisper enveloped by the surrounding air.
“Oh, cool! So when can we go?” Naruto said with a wolfish, eager grin. It shot a dagger through Iruka’s heart, seeing the blonde in his state of elation, and the dagger only twisted at the knowledge that he had to be the one to break the news.
“We’re….not going. Tsunade says…it’s for your own good and Sasuke’s, because if you see each other again so soon, Sasuke might attack you again, and Konoha will suffer the damage of such immense power.” He said softly, then waited for the change in the atmosphere that would sing the promise of resentment.
“Oh….well, if that’s the case, then I think it’s best that we should stay away. After all, I wouldn’t want to waste any more energy dragging the bastard’s sorry ass home again.” Naruto’s voice shook dangerously as he visibly forced out the cheerful tone.
“I’m sorry, Naruto…” Iruka’s next words were lost, just meaningless puffs of air that fell on deaf ears. Naruto turned away and limped back to the bed, suddenly feeling so very, very old as he crept under the covers and drew them about his head in a fashion not unlike a wall that would protect him against the hurt.
“Iruka-sensei, could you leave me alone for a while?”
The muffled request that emanated from the covers sounded far from sad, and yet Iruka felt the pain all the same, almost as if Naruto’s heart were connected to his by threads of despair tied in knots void of hope. He stood, almost against his will, awkwardly patted the lump on the bed, and moved towards the door. Casting a last, forlorn look back at the blonde, Iruka suddenly noticed how small he seemed curled up on the bed. Somehow, this more than anything else played a painful arpeggio upon the strings of his heart, so much so that he nearly choked on the pain as he let himself out of the room.
Alone at last, Naruto suddenly found that the once comforting silence, normally enshrouding his mind like a cloud, had turned stiff and rather tense, feeling altogether too empty to be of any relief. He shivered and clutched the sheets closer to his body as a chill having nothing to do with the weather passed through his makeshift nest. All too well had he expected this kind of outcome as a result for all his endeavors, but said knowledge hadn’t prevented him from hoping he could gain just a little bit of recognition.
Faint shrills of merriment caught at his ears, laughter and bells that were products of the upcoming festival. The twilight cast a lurid, luminous glow on the sun-kissed horizon, and the resulting scene seemed so elusively peaceful, it drew Naruto from the security of his bed and beckoned him to the windowsill to look down upon his beloved village. The festival must have started, he mused as he peered down into the village, for people dressed in bright pastels and cloths were pouring by the hundreds down into the streets.
A parade had started up in the middle of the streets. Naruto smiled briefly as he saw Tsunade’s regal form at the head of the fray, leading the rest of her entourage in a march filled with victory though the blonde woman herself didn’t look too pleased. Jiraiya strode beside her, wearing a splendid yukata of green and gold embroidery, flashing provocative smiles at the female population. His overlarge chest swelled to expose rippling pectorals framed by loose strands of snow-white hair as he strutted almost arrogantly down the pathway and Naruto, in spite of himself, nearly fell out the window as he attempted to stifle a sudden bout of mirth. He dug through his mind, locked the thought away in a compartment solely reserved for blackmail info, and leaned against the window in an almost blissful manner as he gazed down into the streets below.
A darkened silhouette caught at his eye and he turned, flicking a careless gaze over said object of interest. Emotion streamed into his body and wrapped tentacles around his heart, squeezing and squeezing until he could barely take a breath, but still his eyes remained riveted to the scene and still the tentacles held his heart in their vise-like grasp. Standing on top of a huge litter suspended by Konoha’s entire Anbu guard was none other than Sasuke himself.
The crowd exploded into a frenzy of cheers and applause, whooping and hollering as Sasuke passed by. The Uchiha himself showed no change of expression, graphite eyes dull and apathetic as he lazily slanted glances across the crowd, but still the people cheered, still the crowd rose as one and bowed to the regal form that showed no sign of caring. Girls screamed in fits of love and men bellowed their approval, raising arms to the young prodigy whom they so ardently revered.
The tentacles mercilessly crushed the slender organ entwined in their grasp.
A sudden stinging assailed his eyes. Naruto blinked and tried to quell the rising tears, but failed nonetheless to stop the saline orbs from slipping unbidden down the side of his cheek. The cheering of the crowd melted into a dull roar and slipped through to his mind, reverberating and ricocheting off the walls of his skull where it amplified itself by a factor too inhumane to fully comprehend. Naruto clapped hands over his ear, moaning softly to himself as he rocked back and forth in a pain-laced dance of inhuman desperation. Finding no way out of his head, the cheering continued to thrash inside of his brain, growing louder and louder before being overpowered entirely by voices, voices, voices, loud voices, angry voices, and the malevolent, soft, hissing voices that spat spurts of cruelty into his ears. Voices of Konoha, both dead and alive, lots of voices that gnawed with no mercy at his mind and his person, tearing out shreds of his spirit and devouring them whole.
Child!! Come to me!!
The deep, urgent baritone drained him of his strength, and with a last, shuddering gasp, he plummeted downward into the welcoming darkness beyond.
xXx-------xXx
The sweet, murky water swirled around his legs, rolling in droplets off the damp, crimson fur. Bleeding eyes swirled a gaze down at the lifeless figure floating gently in the liquid.
Poor little kitling, ceaselessly tortured by taunts not deserved.
A damp nose softly nuzzled golden-blonde locks, combing through the strands of silk. Teeth embedded in blood-red flesh, feral, dangerous teeth that had so carelessly ripped the life from thousands of victims aeons ago, now reached through the great bars of the gate and ran themselves over smooth, unblemished skin with a gentle, almost soothing caress. Eyes bled malice, a gentle hatred, a kind, almost enticingly tender hatred, hatred towards the vessel and the village and the crimes of errant humans.
Get up.
Sun-cursed lashes parted to reveal crystallized irises, their lime undertints highlighted by a single bottomless pupil in the center of the spheres. Liquid sluiced off of sinfully sweet skin, running almost lazily down the smooth contours and curvatures of the lithe body and he stood, completely naked in front of the Kyuubi, completely enveloped in an unseen mist of maddening calm. A harsh, silent breath was expelled as the youkai hissed reverent appreciation for its vessel, once an innocent kitling, now a complete mystery that seemed to hold in its possession the most secret of secrets.
The demon got almost lazily to its feet, the air around it swirling with the melody of anticipation. Sinew rippled as Naruto responded in kind, walking towards the youkai with a slow, exasperating pace, measured, even, and perpetually smooth. A forehead framed by golden silk pressed itself against the bars and Naruto leaned forwards and raised his eyes to the heavens, almost as if he were offering himself to the great demon.
The Kyuubi parted its lips, revealing a giant maw framed by dripping incisors that seemed to yearn for the tempting skin just beyond the bars. A crimson tongue bypassed the teeth and slid through the bars like a snake slithering through rocks. The muscle reached out and ever so gently touched its tip to the side of the blonde’s cheek, pausing there for what seemed like an eternity before trailing saliva down the side of his neck. It stopped, seemed to reconsider, then pressed abruptly onto the bittersweet skin, relishing in the slight salt of the taste.
Naruto looked down, gracing the slippery member with a searing, imperial gaze that seemed, at the moment, to completely contradict the features of his face, thick with the essence of absolute subservience. The tongue, oblivious to said gaze, continued on with its ministrations, spreading saliva across the pale surface of the blonde’s skin with slow, even strokes. It trailed across the chest, lovingly caressing Naruto’s slim, sloping shoulders before sweeping downwards and circling across the flat plain of his stomach.
The glowing embers of the youkai’s eyes momentarily flared with a latent fire as the tongue embraced Naruto’s tantalizing hips. It circled its delicate tip across the sharpened, angular bones, lavishing in the sheer decadence of the taste before it paused at the beginning of the downward slope. If he didn’t know any better, Naruto could have sworn that the Kyuubi himself was bordering on timid.
It was then that cornflower eyes met carnelian ones, the question between them unspoken and raw. Golden eyelashes lowered just a fraction of an inch, and the demon, understanding the underlying meaning behind the hooded lids, broke the delicate strand of contact and lowered his tongue once more to the terrain of Naruto’s god-like flesh. The member seemed to linger and savor the moment, but any future change of opinion was completely banished when it dipped southwards and deftly pressed itself against the region of Naruto’s loins.
The fox-child observed the organ with a burning glower of apathy as it swirled almost teasingly around his nether regions. Granted, Kyuubi was a demon, and granted, demons were prone to heightened sexual appetites and a vast repertoire of pleasurable strategies, but the current sensations being applied to his manhood weren’t what aroused him now; no, it was the fervent longing, the smoldering desire encased in the jewels that served as the youkai’s eyes, and the fact that Kyuubi wasn’t making any effort to conceal them behind a wall of arrogant pride was driving his mind off the cliffs of ecstasy.
The pulsing tongue finally pulled itself off of Naruto’s loins, drawing liquid across his manhood with a last, lingering swipe. It curled down and around his legs, embracing each one and gifting it with a thin sheen of wetness before sliding a slow, sticky trail up to the blonde’s curved back. Kyuubi reached closer, his warm breath blowing a gentle vapor onto Naruto’s marble face, and slid his tongue down the center of Naruto’s spine, tracing the delicate curvature down to the cleft that was almost level with his hips. Another pause, another thrum of succulent anticipation that struck a low chord in the air, and with his vessel’s silent approval, the great youkai drew back and sank his tongue down between the smooth globes of flesh into the sacred territory beyond.
Again Naruto arched forwards, and again the air came alive with a subtlety vibrant pulse of want as the youkai partook of the forbidden darkness between its vessel’s legs. Pressed against one of the fox’s ivory incisors, Naruto felt the atmosphere shift into one of heated craving as the demon’s tongue slid across his entrance, but though the air was thick with lust, the Kyuubi didn’t press him, and bypassed his vulnerable opening with a surprisingly gentle stroke. It flicked its tongue once, tenderly, over the junction between Naruto’s loins and his virginity before drawing the wet member back into its mouth where it disappeared from sight with a sharp click of his teeth.
The task was completed, the pieces now set in the mortar of fate’s wheels. Ruby eyes flickered over the strands of saliva that coated Naruto’s vessel like strands of silk, roving deliciously over the vulnerable flesh as the liquid slowly darkened to a deep, ominous red. Naruto stared up at Kyuubi, without conviction, fear, or even expectancy; he waited, devoid of emotion, as the fox began to growl, a low guttural sound from deep within its throat.
The strands of saliva glowed red, pulsing gently against Naruto’s alabaster skin. They began to writhe and roil, slithering over the blonde’s flesh like maggots over meat. There was a dull thrum of power as Naruto’s seal emerged on his stomach, an intricate tattoo against the stark contrast of his skin, and as one, the unholy strands of red suddenly plunged into the center of the black spiral, melting fluidly into the fox-child’s skin. Kyuubi smiled in satisfaction as Naruto fell to his knees, fingers wandering almost absently over the seal on his stomach.
The fox-child suddenly pulled his hand away from the seal, staring with a mixture of alarm and astonishment at the tips of his fingers. Black had suddenly swirled over his fingertips, seeping across his skin like oil over a smooth surface. It crawled steadily upwards, blending smoothly into his skin until the tips of his index and middle finger were covered in the unctuous substance. Naruto tilted his head up towards the great youkai before him, sending the demon a curious question from cerulean eyes. Kyuubi evenly met his gaze, the answer reflected in his slitted pupils.
Naruto nodded and lowered his eyes, his brain suddenly whirring with an idea, a splendid, amazing, and truly brilliant idea, an idea that erased from existence all he had lived for, his values, his goals, his weird, wild fantasies…a corner of his mouth lifted ever so gently as this idea invaded his mind, corrupting its contents with the ambrosia of desire. A thin, pink tongue slowly ran itself across flushed lips as Naruto began to dream. Hokage…the word was but a memory of the past, to be put aside but not forgotten, to be saved for a later date. Instead a new word, a new phrase, began to manifest in his mind…
Daimyo.
Rating: NC-17 for stuff...and more stuff....:D
Warnings: lemon...and yaoi....
Pairings: SasuNaru, a bit of NejiNaru
Note: I know some of the characters may seem a bit...OOC, but I need them to be like that for the sake of the fic...*bows* my apologies beforehand.
It was brilliant. Completely brilliant.
Blood appeared in a silk-thin line, cutting lazily across his cheek as a branch whipped razor-sharp leaves across the pale skin.
Fifteen years. Fifteen years he had deceived the village, and not once did they ever suspect otherwise.
Gilded lids closed, protecting sapphire eyes from being pelted by the dust.
They hadn’t a clue. If it weren’t for the few dangerously close guesses at the true persona that lay under the façade, he suspected he’d almost die of mirth at how ridiculously oblivious the people could be.
The trees knelt for him, bowed their regal heads in his honor and paid homage to the shadow that leapt gracefully into the air, steel-shod eyes focused on one point and one point alone.
Lips twisted in a sickening smirk as he let his mind wander back to the days, the sad, sorry days when he acted the fool but rehearsed the genius.
An arm reeled back, and in a liquid, mercurial twist, flung through the target a white-hot ball of pure, blazing glory that shattered into a million shards of pain.
They didn’t accept it; they wouldn’t believe that one of their lowest could have suckered them all this time. But times changed with the winds, and the resulting maelstrom was imminent.
Charcoal eyes widened as the baleful moonshine ripped through skin and viscera. Unholy rubies spilled precious memories onto the ground, reflecting and magnifying the shadow’s sad smirk.
He was almost living anyway…
Glass smiles surrounded the body swathed in stark white sheets. The doctors waited, watching in anticipation, hardly daring to partake of a breath. It couldn’t be possible…this, this event that they had dreamed of all of their lives, how could it be happening at such an opportune moment? Cold, avid eyes were mesmerized with the flickering line on the monitor, captivated by the electric-green streak as it waltzed a dance of death across the black graph of life. For a moment, time stood still as the line stayed steady, traveling across the monitor like a calm, green horizon while a high, keening whine pierced the air…
With a great jolt, the line convulsed, peaking spastically at the top of the monitor before crashing down upon the graph. As one, the crowd of doctors surged backwards in horror as brilliant sapphire eyes snapped open and a body spasmed upwards with a great, bucking jolt.
Crystalline smiles slid off of mouths and splintered on the pristine, linoleum floor.
xXx-------xXx
“Naruto?”
He turned his head, searching for the warm, liquid voice that sent hotness oozing down his throat. His vision blurred and swam, obscuring the figure that stood by his bed. Chocolate-brown hair stirred as the figure bent over and gently smoothed down the edge of a coverlet.
“You’ve been asleep for almost five days. Unusual…there isn’t a scratch on your body…” the voice murmured in a rather bemused undertone.
Naruto sat up and yawned, stretching muscles and sinew as he rubbed his eyes. His senses flickered and he blinked; the room spun and settled, and a warm feeling waned to a gentle churning in his stomach as he slanted a gaze upon Iruka’s gentle smile. It was silly, he told himself, but every time Iruka smiled like that, it made him feel twelve years old all over again.
He opened his mouth to speak and cringed as what sounded like a cross between a retch and a cough expelled itself from his mouth. Iruka, lips quirked in a sympathetic smile, handed him a glass of water and watched while he drank, umber eyes swooping over the hardened muscles of the blonde’s body as they rippled and moved to the rhythm of his movements. He felt a painful tug at his heart; Naruto, once the immature, cocky little brat he had nurtured and loved, had grown into a magnificent masterpiece in such a short period of time.
“How’s Sasuke?” Naruto rasped, a pale hand going to his throat.
“He’s recovered…” Iruka had a strange, almost brooding expression etched on his features. “The doctors released him yesterday after they mended the hole in his chest. Tsunade-sama provided Neji and Lee as his bodyguards to make sure he doesn’t run away again, but other than that, he’s retired to his house.” Cornflower eyes dimmed, and Naruto turned his eyes to look out of the window.
“Oh really….” He muttered absently.
The people on the streets were unusually busy, he noticed. Everyone was walking at a light, brisk tempo, their arms full of boxes and bags. The blonde swung his legs over the bed and stood, wincing as his knees vociferously protested, then limped over to the smooth, marble sill. Iruka watched, gnawing on a lip as Naruto swept a gaze over the many buildings and edifices of the village. After a long, pregnant pause, Naruto turned, a questioning look on his features.
“What’s going on, Iruka-sensei?” There. The dreaded question, and he would have no choice but to answer honestly, because when it came to Naruto, that was all he could ever manage.
“Well…Konoha is celebrating…because Sasuke has returned.” Iruka said in a whisper enveloped by the surrounding air.
“Oh, cool! So when can we go?” Naruto said with a wolfish, eager grin. It shot a dagger through Iruka’s heart, seeing the blonde in his state of elation, and the dagger only twisted at the knowledge that he had to be the one to break the news.
“We’re….not going. Tsunade says…it’s for your own good and Sasuke’s, because if you see each other again so soon, Sasuke might attack you again, and Konoha will suffer the damage of such immense power.” He said softly, then waited for the change in the atmosphere that would sing the promise of resentment.
“Oh….well, if that’s the case, then I think it’s best that we should stay away. After all, I wouldn’t want to waste any more energy dragging the bastard’s sorry ass home again.” Naruto’s voice shook dangerously as he visibly forced out the cheerful tone.
“I’m sorry, Naruto…” Iruka’s next words were lost, just meaningless puffs of air that fell on deaf ears. Naruto turned away and limped back to the bed, suddenly feeling so very, very old as he crept under the covers and drew them about his head in a fashion not unlike a wall that would protect him against the hurt.
“Iruka-sensei, could you leave me alone for a while?”
The muffled request that emanated from the covers sounded far from sad, and yet Iruka felt the pain all the same, almost as if Naruto’s heart were connected to his by threads of despair tied in knots void of hope. He stood, almost against his will, awkwardly patted the lump on the bed, and moved towards the door. Casting a last, forlorn look back at the blonde, Iruka suddenly noticed how small he seemed curled up on the bed. Somehow, this more than anything else played a painful arpeggio upon the strings of his heart, so much so that he nearly choked on the pain as he let himself out of the room.
Alone at last, Naruto suddenly found that the once comforting silence, normally enshrouding his mind like a cloud, had turned stiff and rather tense, feeling altogether too empty to be of any relief. He shivered and clutched the sheets closer to his body as a chill having nothing to do with the weather passed through his makeshift nest. All too well had he expected this kind of outcome as a result for all his endeavors, but said knowledge hadn’t prevented him from hoping he could gain just a little bit of recognition.
Faint shrills of merriment caught at his ears, laughter and bells that were products of the upcoming festival. The twilight cast a lurid, luminous glow on the sun-kissed horizon, and the resulting scene seemed so elusively peaceful, it drew Naruto from the security of his bed and beckoned him to the windowsill to look down upon his beloved village. The festival must have started, he mused as he peered down into the village, for people dressed in bright pastels and cloths were pouring by the hundreds down into the streets.
A parade had started up in the middle of the streets. Naruto smiled briefly as he saw Tsunade’s regal form at the head of the fray, leading the rest of her entourage in a march filled with victory though the blonde woman herself didn’t look too pleased. Jiraiya strode beside her, wearing a splendid yukata of green and gold embroidery, flashing provocative smiles at the female population. His overlarge chest swelled to expose rippling pectorals framed by loose strands of snow-white hair as he strutted almost arrogantly down the pathway and Naruto, in spite of himself, nearly fell out the window as he attempted to stifle a sudden bout of mirth. He dug through his mind, locked the thought away in a compartment solely reserved for blackmail info, and leaned against the window in an almost blissful manner as he gazed down into the streets below.
A darkened silhouette caught at his eye and he turned, flicking a careless gaze over said object of interest. Emotion streamed into his body and wrapped tentacles around his heart, squeezing and squeezing until he could barely take a breath, but still his eyes remained riveted to the scene and still the tentacles held his heart in their vise-like grasp. Standing on top of a huge litter suspended by Konoha’s entire Anbu guard was none other than Sasuke himself.
The crowd exploded into a frenzy of cheers and applause, whooping and hollering as Sasuke passed by. The Uchiha himself showed no change of expression, graphite eyes dull and apathetic as he lazily slanted glances across the crowd, but still the people cheered, still the crowd rose as one and bowed to the regal form that showed no sign of caring. Girls screamed in fits of love and men bellowed their approval, raising arms to the young prodigy whom they so ardently revered.
The tentacles mercilessly crushed the slender organ entwined in their grasp.
A sudden stinging assailed his eyes. Naruto blinked and tried to quell the rising tears, but failed nonetheless to stop the saline orbs from slipping unbidden down the side of his cheek. The cheering of the crowd melted into a dull roar and slipped through to his mind, reverberating and ricocheting off the walls of his skull where it amplified itself by a factor too inhumane to fully comprehend. Naruto clapped hands over his ear, moaning softly to himself as he rocked back and forth in a pain-laced dance of inhuman desperation. Finding no way out of his head, the cheering continued to thrash inside of his brain, growing louder and louder before being overpowered entirely by voices, voices, voices, loud voices, angry voices, and the malevolent, soft, hissing voices that spat spurts of cruelty into his ears. Voices of Konoha, both dead and alive, lots of voices that gnawed with no mercy at his mind and his person, tearing out shreds of his spirit and devouring them whole.
Child!! Come to me!!
The deep, urgent baritone drained him of his strength, and with a last, shuddering gasp, he plummeted downward into the welcoming darkness beyond.
xXx-------xXx
The sweet, murky water swirled around his legs, rolling in droplets off the damp, crimson fur. Bleeding eyes swirled a gaze down at the lifeless figure floating gently in the liquid.
Poor little kitling, ceaselessly tortured by taunts not deserved.
A damp nose softly nuzzled golden-blonde locks, combing through the strands of silk. Teeth embedded in blood-red flesh, feral, dangerous teeth that had so carelessly ripped the life from thousands of victims aeons ago, now reached through the great bars of the gate and ran themselves over smooth, unblemished skin with a gentle, almost soothing caress. Eyes bled malice, a gentle hatred, a kind, almost enticingly tender hatred, hatred towards the vessel and the village and the crimes of errant humans.
Get up.
Sun-cursed lashes parted to reveal crystallized irises, their lime undertints highlighted by a single bottomless pupil in the center of the spheres. Liquid sluiced off of sinfully sweet skin, running almost lazily down the smooth contours and curvatures of the lithe body and he stood, completely naked in front of the Kyuubi, completely enveloped in an unseen mist of maddening calm. A harsh, silent breath was expelled as the youkai hissed reverent appreciation for its vessel, once an innocent kitling, now a complete mystery that seemed to hold in its possession the most secret of secrets.
The demon got almost lazily to its feet, the air around it swirling with the melody of anticipation. Sinew rippled as Naruto responded in kind, walking towards the youkai with a slow, exasperating pace, measured, even, and perpetually smooth. A forehead framed by golden silk pressed itself against the bars and Naruto leaned forwards and raised his eyes to the heavens, almost as if he were offering himself to the great demon.
The Kyuubi parted its lips, revealing a giant maw framed by dripping incisors that seemed to yearn for the tempting skin just beyond the bars. A crimson tongue bypassed the teeth and slid through the bars like a snake slithering through rocks. The muscle reached out and ever so gently touched its tip to the side of the blonde’s cheek, pausing there for what seemed like an eternity before trailing saliva down the side of his neck. It stopped, seemed to reconsider, then pressed abruptly onto the bittersweet skin, relishing in the slight salt of the taste.
Naruto looked down, gracing the slippery member with a searing, imperial gaze that seemed, at the moment, to completely contradict the features of his face, thick with the essence of absolute subservience. The tongue, oblivious to said gaze, continued on with its ministrations, spreading saliva across the pale surface of the blonde’s skin with slow, even strokes. It trailed across the chest, lovingly caressing Naruto’s slim, sloping shoulders before sweeping downwards and circling across the flat plain of his stomach.
The glowing embers of the youkai’s eyes momentarily flared with a latent fire as the tongue embraced Naruto’s tantalizing hips. It circled its delicate tip across the sharpened, angular bones, lavishing in the sheer decadence of the taste before it paused at the beginning of the downward slope. If he didn’t know any better, Naruto could have sworn that the Kyuubi himself was bordering on timid.
It was then that cornflower eyes met carnelian ones, the question between them unspoken and raw. Golden eyelashes lowered just a fraction of an inch, and the demon, understanding the underlying meaning behind the hooded lids, broke the delicate strand of contact and lowered his tongue once more to the terrain of Naruto’s god-like flesh. The member seemed to linger and savor the moment, but any future change of opinion was completely banished when it dipped southwards and deftly pressed itself against the region of Naruto’s loins.
The fox-child observed the organ with a burning glower of apathy as it swirled almost teasingly around his nether regions. Granted, Kyuubi was a demon, and granted, demons were prone to heightened sexual appetites and a vast repertoire of pleasurable strategies, but the current sensations being applied to his manhood weren’t what aroused him now; no, it was the fervent longing, the smoldering desire encased in the jewels that served as the youkai’s eyes, and the fact that Kyuubi wasn’t making any effort to conceal them behind a wall of arrogant pride was driving his mind off the cliffs of ecstasy.
The pulsing tongue finally pulled itself off of Naruto’s loins, drawing liquid across his manhood with a last, lingering swipe. It curled down and around his legs, embracing each one and gifting it with a thin sheen of wetness before sliding a slow, sticky trail up to the blonde’s curved back. Kyuubi reached closer, his warm breath blowing a gentle vapor onto Naruto’s marble face, and slid his tongue down the center of Naruto’s spine, tracing the delicate curvature down to the cleft that was almost level with his hips. Another pause, another thrum of succulent anticipation that struck a low chord in the air, and with his vessel’s silent approval, the great youkai drew back and sank his tongue down between the smooth globes of flesh into the sacred territory beyond.
Again Naruto arched forwards, and again the air came alive with a subtlety vibrant pulse of want as the youkai partook of the forbidden darkness between its vessel’s legs. Pressed against one of the fox’s ivory incisors, Naruto felt the atmosphere shift into one of heated craving as the demon’s tongue slid across his entrance, but though the air was thick with lust, the Kyuubi didn’t press him, and bypassed his vulnerable opening with a surprisingly gentle stroke. It flicked its tongue once, tenderly, over the junction between Naruto’s loins and his virginity before drawing the wet member back into its mouth where it disappeared from sight with a sharp click of his teeth.
The task was completed, the pieces now set in the mortar of fate’s wheels. Ruby eyes flickered over the strands of saliva that coated Naruto’s vessel like strands of silk, roving deliciously over the vulnerable flesh as the liquid slowly darkened to a deep, ominous red. Naruto stared up at Kyuubi, without conviction, fear, or even expectancy; he waited, devoid of emotion, as the fox began to growl, a low guttural sound from deep within its throat.
The strands of saliva glowed red, pulsing gently against Naruto’s alabaster skin. They began to writhe and roil, slithering over the blonde’s flesh like maggots over meat. There was a dull thrum of power as Naruto’s seal emerged on his stomach, an intricate tattoo against the stark contrast of his skin, and as one, the unholy strands of red suddenly plunged into the center of the black spiral, melting fluidly into the fox-child’s skin. Kyuubi smiled in satisfaction as Naruto fell to his knees, fingers wandering almost absently over the seal on his stomach.
The fox-child suddenly pulled his hand away from the seal, staring with a mixture of alarm and astonishment at the tips of his fingers. Black had suddenly swirled over his fingertips, seeping across his skin like oil over a smooth surface. It crawled steadily upwards, blending smoothly into his skin until the tips of his index and middle finger were covered in the unctuous substance. Naruto tilted his head up towards the great youkai before him, sending the demon a curious question from cerulean eyes. Kyuubi evenly met his gaze, the answer reflected in his slitted pupils.
Naruto nodded and lowered his eyes, his brain suddenly whirring with an idea, a splendid, amazing, and truly brilliant idea, an idea that erased from existence all he had lived for, his values, his goals, his weird, wild fantasies…a corner of his mouth lifted ever so gently as this idea invaded his mind, corrupting its contents with the ambrosia of desire. A thin, pink tongue slowly ran itself across flushed lips as Naruto began to dream. Hokage…the word was but a memory of the past, to be put aside but not forgotten, to be saved for a later date. Instead a new word, a new phrase, began to manifest in his mind…
Daimyo.