EAT YOU ALIVE
THIS WILL HAVE YAOI!! Don't like? Stay the f-ck away! Flames will be mocked and ridiculed... so kutabare (f-ck you)!
WARNINGS: Yaoi (but we've already established that -psychotic grin-), sandcest (incest between the sand siblings if you didn't know), bondage, murder, blood, gore, swearing, cannibalism, character death, torture, necrophilia (sexual attraction to corpses), sadism (pleasure by inflicting pain upon another person), masochism (pleasure by recieving pain), and Evil!Naruto
PAIRINGS: GaaTemaKank, GaaNaruTemaKank in later chapters, KakaIru, and other minor pairings
Inspired by Johnny The Homicidal Maniac by Jhonen Vasquez, SAW, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Hannibal, and Jack the Ripper's work.
DISCLAIMER: Iie I don't own Naruto. Just my sick mind.
Anyways, ON WITH THE HORROR SHOW!!
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Naruto smiles down at the man tied to the support beam of his house in the basement. Around him there was the stench of decay with some kind of generic lemon scented cleaner. The man had silver hair pulled into a ponytail and coal black eyes behind broken glasses. A large gash marred the man's pale face, his purple clothes soaked with blood.
"You've been a very bad man haven't you?" Naruto finally spoke with a tsk, like a mother scolding her son. He was sitting atop the washing mashine, looking at a list of the man's 'sins' in a battered blue notebook with a black pen in the spiral binding. Another pen, red, was held in the teens mouth like a cigarette.
"Hmm... treason, abusing friends, selfish behavior, impersonating a doctor..."
"I am a doctor!" The man shouted indignantly. Naruto frowned and pushed a button on some sort of remote. An electric shock traveled through wires at the top of the pole to the clamps attatched to the man's nipples and cock. The man's body spazzed at the shock to the three sensitive areas, too shocked to scream, if you forgive the pun.
"No talking!" Naruto shouted angrily before regaining his now creepy grin. The silver-haired man began sobbing once the shock was over much to his captor's delight. Tears were always so fucking beautiful.
Naruto giggled and continued, swinging his legs a bit in a childish manner. "As I was saying... impersonating a doctor, tsk tsk, so many lost souls at your hand." He jumped off the washing machine, leaving his notebook and pen on it, and calmly walked toward his prey. With a small flick of the wrist, a rolling tray appeared, one wheel squeaking as it moved to Naruto's side.
The man watched in horror as Naruto picked up a thin scalpel.
"How 'bout we play doctor, Kabuto-san?" He asks sweetly to the man before cackling madly. Fear shone in Kabuto's eyes as he shook in fear.
It was slow work, he started with the basics: duct-tape over the mouth, cutting the clothes off the body to get to the pale flesh underneath, a little bit of taunting cuts; then it was time to let his creativity shine! Blood sprayed in pretty fan shaped patterns on the white-stained-with-pink linoleum floor. It was also very messy, Naruto backed away from his masterpiece still with that chesire's grin. Kabuto's body has been mutilated in a very artistic fashion, not talking Jack the Ripper kind of lovely but close enough.
Kabuto's mouth had been sliced ear to ear in a permanent bloody smile, 'Traitor' and 'Selfish' were carved all over his body in English, Japanese, kanji, katakana, and hiragana, and he still wore those round glasses of his making his dead eyes seem larger than they really were. A few splatters of blood decorated the Jinchuuriki's skin. The Kyuubi holder calmly licked it all off like a cat 'bathing' itself.
"Naruto?!" came a call from upstairs.
"Coming Iruka-tou!" Naruto responded calling up at his foster father. He quickly shedded his blood soaked clothing, shoving them into the washer and turning it on. Naruto decided he would drain the body of blood and replace it with embalming fluid later, he had plenty of time.
He walked up the stairs in his bright orange boxer shorts with his blue notebook clutched in possessive hands, the red pen shoved into the opposite end of the spiral binder.
He made his way to the front of the house after closing the basement door, to see his blind foster father tap his way along with his collapsible walking stick.
"Home so soon Iruka-tou?" Naruto asks with a raised eyebrow. Iruka laughs, "You sound dissapointed Naru-musuko." His blank yet beautiful chocolate eyes shining. Naruto joined the laughter and helped his father remove his flak jacket and sit down on the couch.
His father was one of those rare people that make the world seem better than it is. Beautiful, kind, and sweet. His hair the color of milk chocolate, eyes the same, skin colored like caramel with only a single marr, a thin pink scar across his nose, on his face.
He used to be a jounin but found himself too appalled with himself and emotional after he was ordered his first assassination. He quickly returned to Chuunin rank and found that teaching young shinobi the ways of thier ancestors far more fullfilling. That was up until someone mugged him one night with a blow to the head rendering his sight completely useless.
Naruto believed that that night when he bathed in the blood of the mugger that hurt his dear father was when he found joy in killing the damned, those deemed unworthy of his perfect vision of the world. Besides it got the damned Kyuubi off his back whenever he went into his blood craze.
"Of course not Iruka-tou." Naruto says nuzzling into the older man's side on the couch, "I could never be dissapointed around you."
Iruka smiled softly and patted the boys head, "You're a good musuko, chibi." Naruto laughs and gets up.
"I'm gonna go take a shower. Do you want me to turn on the radio for you?"
"Would you onegai?" Iruka asks kindly, "I enjoy listening to the news."
"Of couse tousan." Naruto kisses the older male on the forehead before turning on the small radio, already changed to The Konoha News station.
"In other news, Sunagakure no Sato has been experiencing the same problems Konoha has been. The multiple and mass murders both villages have are steadily rising into the triple digits. The ANBU squadrons have little clue on who could be causing these muders and are revealing very little to the publi..."
Naruto ignored the rest as he went upstairs to take a nice warm shower and remove any remaining blood on his person before Iruka smelled it on him.
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In Sunagakure, a pale teen with wild red hair and the kanji for love on his forehead grinned psychotically under his parasol.
"I told them I would make it rain blood!" He laughed, tilting the parasol back enough to catch blood drops on his tongue, but not stain his clothes or get it on himself.
"Oi! Gaara-touto! Time to head home!" Gaara turned to see his brother leaning lazily against a dead tree under a parasol as well.
Gaara pouted for a bit then made the sand bury the corpses he created. He closed his now dark red parasol and walked over to his brother, "You always have to ruin my fun don't you?" Gaara scoffed. Kankurou grinned and ruffled his little brother's hair.
"You know it." He chuckled then motioned to his right cheek, "You got a little something there." A splatter of blood was on the sand shinobi's face.
Gaara blinked and tried wiping at the spot with the back of his hand but only spread it further.
"Here let me get it." Kankurou leaned forward and licked the blood off Gaara's face.
"Domo, Kankuro-nii." Gaara thanks in a somewhat happier tone. His brother simply licks his lips and nods.
"Let's go home Temari-nee has your favorite, salted tongue, ready for dinner."
"Hmm..." Gaara hummed and followed his brother home to thier mansion in the outskirts of Sunagakure.
Thier mansion is dark and ominous to the suna residents or any outsider for that matter. Dark sandstone, almost all the windows blocked out with black spray-paint, rust-red splattered and streaked along the steps with a matching smeared handprint on the doorway that no one questioned, absolutely no one.
The two brothers entered the house to hear thier sister's Evanescense CD playing 'Haunted' giving the house an even creepier vibe. Inside the walls were painted dark colors so to the untrained or unobservant eye they could never tell where blood started and when it ended. The floors were dark wood with stubborn blood stains stuck in the grain. Furniture was kept out of the way so that when a victim was dragged inside they wouldn't ruin the nice antiques.
"Temari-nee! I brought Gaara-touto home!" Kankurou called, taking both parasols and shoving them into a tarnished brass umbrella stand near the door.
The eldest sibling popped out of the kitchen wearing a butcher's apron smeared with red, blonde hair pulled into her 4 pigtail look, and smiling.
"Back already? I thought you two would have a bit more fun 'playing' with the others." She smirked. Kankurou shook his head, "I was hungry. Gaara-touto wanted to keep playing though." He grinned in his little brother's direction and recieved a nod in return.
Gaara turned and fiddled with the three piercings on his left ear. The first hoop was attached by a thin gold chain to a matching lip piercing, giving him a more exotic look. He had the piercings, his brother had the full body aboriginal tattoo, and his sister had the demon in disguise look.
A scream echoed from downstairs went ignored.
"Well come on, suppers ready." Temari announced and they went into the dining room to feast.
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-tou: short for tousan, meaning father
musuko: son
onegai: please
touto: short for toutosan, meaning little brother
nii: niisan, big brother
nee: neesan, big sister